Judge, 1911-08-12 · page 12 of 24
Judge — August 12, 1911 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"The Great White Way"** is a poem by James Adams mocking Broadway and its theatrical crowd—actors, "damsels," and dissolute youth seeking oblivion through alcohol and vice. **"Those Sunday Papers"** jokes about the difficulty of finding advertised content amid the clutter of Sunday newspaper supplements—a real frustration for readers drowning in ads. **"The Joke That Failed"** is a six-panel comic depicting a failed attempt at humor: A man gives a poor-quality cigar to a friend before a card game, expecting it will impair his judgment so he can win money. The other panels show variations on giving cheap cigars and their disappointing effects. The satire targets both poor-quality merchandise and the transparency of such schemes. The other short pieces ("Do You Twig?", "Modern," "The Fair Co-ed") are typical period puns and social commentary on relationships and gender roles.
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On the Great White Way. Those Sunday Papers. By JAMES ADAMS : «&] TNCLE, don’t you think it is per- following communication, written with 2 lead ing circular + , ‘6 in the penitentiary at York? Tauhic wich 1s ey castor’ tor sobadeine he locieral Ne hp a “Well, I'd enjoy it better if it wa'n't ect wah your approrl Cal then oe will be able w . / x s)— so pesky hard to find the advertised let- purchase it ( Vo . ter list in the Sunday papers."’ Brides, bravos, beggars, bankers, bur- x glars, bards, a Y Rubes, rabbis, roues round “The Route’ / Do You Twig? rotate ‘ A HERE was a young lady named Or onward to obscure oblivion go— > Ginter, Actors and abbots here associate— Who married a man in the winter; Delightsome damsels dally with their The man’s name was Wood, dupes, And now, as they should, Who worship wassail on the White Way The Woods have a cute little splinter. well— And adolescence, alcohol aroused, “ There’ R ry » vode! ems ere s a eason. Youthfully yodels forth a college yell. ate AWRY OR 9 POSTSCRIPT. ** For whom is she wearing black—her late Lacking lights, lobster, ladies’ laughter busband?"’. : ; to the piazza.’” low, for her next. She knows she looks Maud—Yes; I prefer to be burnt by Leers, levity, and lavish lingerie, : the sun than roasted by the gossips."" How incomplete this little eameo! Mod ere: e, vay bad Pid ern. . vee Broadway has no ‘*L : ial _ The Fair Co-ed. That play on words?), I'm forced to irst aeroplanist—“‘He's a good fel- OHN BROWN went to college thrust upon it low, the “salt of the earth. To get a start in life; This P. S., though it makes my rhyme a Second ditto—‘*He's ‘way above that. But instead of getting knowledge, sonnet. He's the very oxygen of the air.” John got a little wife. May--‘‘ You seem to prefer the beach THE JOKE THAT FAILED. [==] 1. Einstein—* Phew! ‘That 's an awful punk 2. Schmidt— "Thanks. Looks 3. —— Besides, I always enjoy Jones gave me. I'll give it to Schmidt to-night a leedle black ; but I never look other people's cigars better than before the pinochle game. It'll dope him so a gift cigar on the label. —— my own. They cost less, you that I''Il get all his money."” know, —— 4. —— The flavor ain't so good, but it makes 5. —— What's the matter? You 6, —— Well, I won enough from you to-night a lot of smoke ; and what good is a smoke if it ain't playin’ very good to-night, to buy acubble boxes goed cigars. You look don't make smoke ? — Kinder lost your cunning, eb ? —— kinder pale, Ain't sick, are you?" comicbooks.com