Judge, 1919-03-01 · page 10 of 32
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# Satire Analysis: Judge Magazine Page This page from *Judge* contains three satirical pieces mocking working-class and intellectual subjects: **"Who's Who Among the Proletariat"** parodies society columns by creating mock biographies of ordinary laborers (bootblack, manicurist, street car conductor, lunch counter worker). The humor lies in treating menial jobs with the grandiose tone of wealthy socialite profiles—listing "clubs," achievements, and addresses as if these were notable figures. **"People We Never Expect to Meet"** is a cynical list mocking post-WWI reality: illustrators who read scripts carefully, handsome demobilized soldiers, employers who kept promises to enlisted workers. The satire suggests these things are so rare they're practically mythical. **"His Lack"** ridicules academic knowledge divorced from practical sense—a professor knows astronomical facts but plays terrible horseshoes. This reflects early 20th-century anti-intellectual humor. The cartoons reinforce these themes of class mockery and absurdity, typical of *Judge's* satirical approach to American social pretension and contradictions.
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Who’s Who Among the Proletariat By Howace Vax Axves (With foot-note by the author) ELTA, PETER. Boot-Black. Born Hoboken, D N. J., August 7, 1865. Came to this country as a boy and made his first public appearance in 1879 at Joe’s Shoe Shining Parlour on Sixth Avenue, since which time he has appeared before many promi- nent New Yorkers. Clubs: Fourteenth Street Boxers” and “The Mix-em-Ups.” Home: 962 West 13th St., New York City. McGraw, Stella. Manicurist. Born Philadelphia, Pa., June 1, 1887, albeit many of her female friends in- sist that the year was as early as 1870. After touring the principal hotels in the U.S. she settled in Chicago. Avthor: “The Care of the Nails,” “Men,” ete. Ad- dress: The White Kitty, Chicago, Ills. Smith, Ben. Street Car Conductor. Born New York, April 23, 1848. Son of A. Gunn and Angelica Smith. Has spent entire career on rear platform of street cars. Sports: Movies and Brooklyn Daily Eagle. Addr General Delivery, Brooklyn, N. Y. Toomey, George. Counter-Man. Born Rochester, N. Y., December 27, 1890. Began career as dish- washer, but soon won rapid promotion. Has served “Hartford City,” “Baltimore-Dairy,” and “Capi- toline” Lunches. It is said that he can “draw” more coffee per minute than any other man in the business. Home: Glen Ridge, N. J Foot-note by the author: Why not? “Why on earth did I ever learn to. play poker “That's just your mistake. You didn’t learn. Drown by Anrn “Hey! Mustard out!" ‘ Soldier—Not yet—next week. People We Never Expect to Meet By Ons C. Livrie LLUSTRATORS who read the story closely before making their drawings. Men who are as handsome in civilian clothes as they were in uniform. People with one child who are able to talk about anything else. Employers who still remember all the promises they made when their former employees joined the colors. Professional persons who provide reading matter less than one year old in their waiting rooms. His Lack By Tos P. Morcan ISBOM and judgment ain’t always simultancou philosophically mused the landlord of the Petuni “Every little while we sce a wise man who in spite of all he knows hasn't got horse sense. Now, for instance, Professor Droan—well, there he goes now; that little, dried-up, stoopy-shouldered feller trotting along on the other side of the street. If he had his hat off you could see that his brow projects away up like a magnified dill pickle. “He knows that the distance from the center of the earth to that of the sun is 92,882,017 miles, that the time required for the make one revolution around the sun is 31 seconds, that man probably has been here at le: 1,500,000 years, and so forth. I've got it all written down so’s I can be sure of my facts in an argument, and every little while I convince some fresh young gent from the city that he is not as smart as he thought he was. But, any- how, in spite of the fact that Prof. Droan knows ‘most everything, he pitches the poorest game of horse shoes of any grown man in town.” Tavern In Boston Alden—Do you love me or do you not? Priscilla—The former! comicbooks.com