Judge, 1919-02-08 · page 12 of 32
Judge — February 8, 1919 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three satirical pieces typical of 1920s humor: **"Sweethearts" (top left):** A gentle romantic poem mocking the postal service by suggesting hand-delivery of a Valentine's kiss—implying mail carriers were too rough-handed for delicate love tokens. **"Proof" (middle left):** A joke about romantic skepticism, where a suitor responds to his girlfriend's doubt with a notarized legal affidavit declaring his love—satirizing excessive formality and the absurdity of trying to "prove" emotion through bureaucracy. **"A Modern Farm Romance" (right side):** The main story parodies 1920s modernization and changing courtship customs. Hank, a farm hand, proposes via airplane elopement to Paris, but Beatrice rejects this as *too modern*, preferring conventional hotel weddings and automobile honeymoons "like all my girl friends." The satire suggests the Jazz Age's rapid social change created generational confusion about what counted as fashionable romance. The final absurdity—Rosie's "submarine race to London and South Africa"—emphasizes the ridiculous extremes of 1920s aspirations.
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To Chloris, Phyllis, Daphne, et a/. By Frepeaick Moxox WEETHEARTS, I'll bring S my valentine, For I would never dare To risk a love-gift such as mine In some rude male clerk's care. So personal it is, of such A dainty texture too, No R, F. D. with clumsy touch Is fit to hand it you. Nor will you wonder, when I say My precious gift is this— (I'll call with it myself, to-day), A Febru-airy kiss. Drawn by A.B. Warken Proof “I don’t believe you love me,” pouted the pretty maiden. “TI anticipated that remark,’ commented the methodical youth, as he reached into a pocket. “Here is an affidavit, duly sworn to, which deposes that I do love you.” Drawn by Rowent A. Guacy Secret Service Dan Cupid—Now, would you believe it? fire in France, and now loses his nerve ‘That chap won six medals for bravery while under A Modern Farm Romance By Fraxx Ho Wettsasts HoH“ a 1920 hired farm hand, had just com- pleted the task of automatically currying 224 horses at once, when Beatrice, the farmer's daughter, tripped into the central farm efficiency station and smiled at him. Beatrice was nattily garbed in golf knickers and coat, and was just on her way over to her father’s private twenty-acre links for a little game. Hank was ambitious and impressionable. He immediately saw the big chance, and, in 1920 fashion, at once introduced himself and then proposed to her. “Listen,” he said, “we'll elope in your father’s trans-ocean biplane and run over to Paris where we'll have the ceremony performed. I'll finish up my work while you get ready—I want to give the automatic stokers in the ten-billion egg ‘ncubator the once-over before I leave. You be ready at 3 o’clock. We can be married in Paris at 6 o’clock tonight, and spend our three-day honeymoon flying around the world.” But Beatrice objected. “Oh, Hank,” she said, “that’s much too quick. I'd rather be married in one of the big New York hotels about 8 o’clock tonight and take a honeymoon trip to Canada or Mexico in Dad's new twenty-four cylinder automobile. That's the way all my girl friends are doing this. year.” Hank looked at her disgustedly for a moment. “You're hopelessly old-fashioned!” he declared, and cnmediately left her for the neighboring farm where resided Rosie, winner of the gold medal and the sweepstakes in the spring annual all-women’s submarine race to London and South Africa. The Modern Magazine Friend—That was a great Christmas number you people issued last November. Editor—Was it? last March. I haven't seen it since it went to press comicbooks.com