Judge, 1919-05-24 · page 12 of 32
Judge — May 24, 1919 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis (1925) This page contains three separate pieces of humor typical of 1920s satire: **"Its Rapidity"** mocks small-town boasting. A hypercritical visitor complains the town is slow; the landlord defensively lists absurd "developments"—a new jail, a band, a female barber, scandal, a corrupt preacher, and plans for a motorcycle cop. The joke: he conflates chaos and crime with progress, ironically proving the town *is* slow by celebrating dysfunction as achievement. **"What She Said/And What She Did"** (cartoon illustrations by A.B. Walker) shows the gap between a woman's words and actions regarding a book she claims to read—likely satirizing women's pretensions to literary culture. **"The Symphony"** by Emet Farries is a poem mocking concert-goers who don't understand classical music. The speaker sits through a symphony, bored and confused, counting floor cracks while pretending to appreciate high culture—satirizing forced sophistication among the culturally unengaged. All three pieces target 1920s social pretension and intellectual posturing.
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