Judge, 1909-10-09 · page 7 of 16
Judge — October 9, 1909 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three satirical pieces satirizing early 20th-century American life: **"A Moment of Horror"**: Mocks both aviation technology's dangers and urban excess. An airplane crashes, but the pilot heroically lands on a woman's enormous hat sailing up Fifth Avenue—satirizing both the precarious state of early aviation and the absurdly oversized fashionable hats women wore during this era. **Top cartoon**: An elderly person complains that modern transportation (automobiles, airplanes) moves too fast, representing generational anxiety about rapid technological change. **Other sections**: "Ex-Collegiate" jokes that college graduates are reduced to entry-level office work; "The Hazard" plays on difficulty distinguishing barbers from dentists by appearance; final quips mock dating customs and gender relations. The satire targets technological anxiety, fashion excess, economic precarity for educated workers, and contemporary courtship dynamics—typical Judge magazine fare mocking American society's modern pretensions and contradictions.
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mere Ha et 803711 B.C. Oldest inhabitant —* Well, I declare! ‘These modern methods of quick transportation are simply marvelous! too fast for me nowadays A MOMENT OF HORROR. E ARE LOST! There was a sudden loud snap, as one of the rear wings of the huge acroplane broke and the machine swerved sharply down to- ward the earth, only a few hundred feet away. In the near distance the great metrop- olis stretched out like a spreading, discordant giant. The companion of the brave young aero- naut, who was steering, turned deathly pale as he shouted out the words. ‘* Nothing can save us!"" he muttered hoarsely. As for the brave young aeronaut him- self, he smiled. “* Have no fear,"’ he whispered. ‘* The rudder still works, and, although we've got to godown, I think I can still save our lives."’ At the same time he pointed toward a large object beneath them, toward which they were descending with the swiftness of an av lanche. Below them the crowd surged and shouted. Then there was a breathless si . “* What did I tell ?"" said the brave young aeronaut a mo- ment later, as he emerged from the débris with a triumphant smile. “*T knew that if the ‘ing gear held out we would be all right."" For, with rare presence of mind, he had landed his machine on top of a woman’s hat that was sailing up Fifth Avenue, THOMAS 1. MASSON. EX-COLLEGIATE. “cc HERE, oh, where are the grave old seniors?"’ Is a song we've often sung; They are all office-boys at present, Starting at the lowest rung. THE HAZARD. Bilkins—* | always hate to get shaved in a strange barber “Why?” So hard to tell from their looks which of the ton- sorial artists are barbers and which are dentists."" ‘OMEN should read the ads. if they expect to get bargains in everything but husbands. TIT FOR TAT. Cholly—"* Why are all the girls so swee Dolly—" Because all the men here are so x “The world is moving, erous with their taffy." icbooks.com