Judge, 1919-05-17 · page 6 of 32
Judge — May 17, 1919 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page The page contains two distinct sections: **Upper portion**: A business office satire about implementing a filing system. The narrator struggles with an inefficient card-cataloging setup that's supposed to organize office records but instead creates chaos. The humor derives from the clash between modern "systematized" office management and practical reality—the system is so complicated that no one can actually use it. **Lower illustration**: "A Dutch Treat," drawn by Cesare L. Gambe, depicts a group of people (appearing to be Dutch, based on period clothing and a windmill) sharing food. The term "Dutch treat" refers to an outing where each person pays their own way—a satirical commentary on frugality or stinginess, likely poking fun at Dutch cultural stereotypes popular in early 20th-century American humor.
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The cabinets soon filled up. New cabinets were ordered. We enlarged the office. It was wonderful! I invited a dozen business friends to witness my system in operation. They watched soberly. “Bring me number A-G “That,” 1 explained to I called y s the system number for stenographer returned with zram: “Hat filed by No. 4. We cannot locate it. We have lost the card. Very truly, cd) No. 39.” My friends exchanged knowing glances “Number 9,” I called the office boy, “bring me number 286-Y.” He brought a cuspidor. “No, no!” I stormed. ink.” “Beg pardon, sir, the cards must be mixed.” My friends left, politely suggesting that I install a system to find the stuff that was systematized. Stenog- rapher Number 22 came up with a scared look. “Number 24,” she reported, “has been keeping the combination of our safe in shorthand—her own system, so no one else could read it. It was the idea of Mr. System Jone: Drawn by 4. K. Buvaye to “Not a gabboon—I wanted Drawn by Curate I. Ganne “Well, what about it?” “Number 24 eloped last night. No one can read her shorthand. We have wired for a safe expert.” Ah! the system was infallible. Jones had been right, no one else could open the safe. I looked about. The offic as orderly as a Christian S library. Everybody — was cards cept my secretary; was filing her fingernails. Before installing the system I had been unable to find anything in my business. Now I can hardly find the business. was nee filing she . Arabella Maybe someone will Persuasion He went up to the box office “T want two seats in the last row, near the wall and behind a pillar,” he announced. The czar within glared out belligerently tion was startling “You'll take what I give you,” he bellowed and handed out two tickets in B row near the aisle Whereat the buyer departed, chuckling over his clever strategy Such presump- Defined Pa, what is “propaganda”? Anything the other fellow is circulating. Willie Willis Papa Willis A Dotcu Treat