Judge, 1919-01-11 · page 9 of 32
Judge — January 11, 1919 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Judge Magazine Satire Analysis This page contains two distinct pieces satirizing 1920s Hollywood and silent film production. **Top cartoon** ("Life Is Just One Dotted Line After Another"): A visual gag showing the progression of car prices ($1,200 to $10,000) arranged as a "dotted line," suggesting Americans are in an endless cycle of purchasing increasingly expensive automobiles—a commentary on consumerism and aspirational spending during the prosperous 1920s. **Bottom article** ("Snide Talks With Girls"): Attributed to "Malmia Miggs, the Beautiful Movie Star," this is satirical advice *discouraging* young women from entering film. The humor lies in the actress cynically describing movie work's hardships: lazy leading men, dangerous stunt work, and the irony that she'd have preferred marrying a policeman to her glamorous but exhausting career. It's gentle mockery of both the film industry's exploitation and the romanticized image of stardom that attracted hopefuls. Both pieces reflect Jazz Age anxieties about materialism, frivolous celebrity culture, and the gap between Hollywood's glittering image and its unglamorous reality.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
a wap paas Aa GaN CS ron St ead tet & Draen by Russ Weaver iu Lire Is Just Oxe Dotten Line Arter ANOTHER Snide Talks With Girls Ry Mararta Mices, the Beautiful Movie Star IRLS, girls, I beseech you, don’t go into the motion picture profession. I tell you this for my own good. There are too many in it now, so many, in fact, that some of us hardly know where our next limousine is coming from. If you have a nice soft job in a glue factory, stick to it. 1 know motion picture work carries with it certain fascinations. Every girl wants to know how she would look in a picture registering grief, with her mouth pulled around under her left ear and an imitation tear about the size of an English walnut rolling down her nose. I know it is a tempta- tion and the money is large ‘oh, yes, very, very large. But, money isn’t every- thing. I have often wished that instead of becoming a great screen actress I had married a policeman and settled down in a three-room kitch- enette with a parlor full of installment furniture and an endless clothesline full of khaki shirts. Yes, I have. The pictures are full of illusions. The leading men don’t really make love to Draven by Doxsio MeKes How tne Story I wouldn’t marry one, you know. Oh, by no means. As soon as you any leading man I ever worked with. marry one of them he stops working. They are very annoying, really. Last week I was working with Spencerian Fortesque and in the place where he takes me in his arms and the sub-title says: “Queen of my heart, my angel Amaryllis,” he really said: ‘For Gawd’s sake break your clinch. Don’t you know it’s a hot day After he said that I had to pull a pensive expression. full of love, gazing enraptured into his eves and say: “Harold, I have loved you always” but I didn’t say that. I murmured: “You big stiff, ifit wasn’t for me, you'd be working in a boiler factory for twenty bucks per.” No, girls. It’s a hard life. It is not a path of roses. It took me three months to learn how to become a screen actress after I left the O. K. Restau- rant in Oklahoma City. If I could do anything else I wouldn’t be in the pictures today. Only a finely attuned nervous system and a strong artistic temperament can stand being butted off a cliff bya goat, run over by a string of freight cars, blown through a roof, tossed over a barn by an automobile and thrown intoa box of mor- tar all within five minutes. And we, of the movies, stars like myself, would call it a dull five minutes at that. ‘Turnep Our : | comicbooks.com