Judge, 1919-06-28 · page 6 of 37
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# "The Man Who Never Grew Up" This cartoon satirizes the opening of new retail establishments that have replaced traditional specialty shops. The author laments that you can no longer buy theater tickets at Murphy's or get them at Madame Trimsisle's or the Manicurist's—instead, these services now appear in unexpected places like drug stores, florists, and paint shops. The illustration shows two bewildered men in a park, apparently searching for a simple item. The satire targets the chaotic modernization of retail, where consumers can no longer find goods and services through straightforward, logical channels. The joke is that shopping has become so disorganized that adults must navigate it like lost children, hence "the man who never grew up"—perpetually confused by contemporary commerce.
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ae Se oe a A rt ce td hammer. In the old days you would have gone straight to a hardware store. But not so, today. The florists sell hammers today. If you wanted a chammer in a hurry you might waste the afternoon chasing around to hard- ware stores. If you had my book, it would be different. You would look under the “H’s"—find “hammers”- then “florists.” Or if you wanted flow- ers you would look under the * F’s—find “flowers "—then ‘tice cream parlors.” The drug stores were pioneers in this movement. I saw the whole thing coming when my druggist added a line of mops, then apple butter, automobile tires, chi- ropody (—no, it’s the barbers who have chiropody, or is it the hairdressers?), table d’héte dinners, phonographs and ironing boards. There are few drug stores at which it is not now possible to get a night’s lodging. Here are a few of the “F's” from my book: Fur storage... .at first national banks Fried eggs at soda fountains Freckle lotion. .at paint stores Figs at flower stores his gives you the idea, and I am sure you are already reaching for your pocketbook. My book, however, will not be out for about a month, at which time it will be available at all prominent corset shops Just Like That “Gol Leave me, false Aquila! I’m not your clinging vine Lips that touch sarsaparilla Drown ty G. B, isw Tue Man Wuo Never Grew Up Shall never more touch mine!” temper for writing when I learned that one can no Overdoing It longer get theatre tickets at Murchy’s, and that the Hobson—That burglar client of yours doesn’t seem very nearest place for tickets was at Madame Trimsicle’s, grateful to you for acquitting him. the Manicurist’s. Dobson—He says I proved him so innocent that his pals Indeed, I had, during the disappointing day, gath- — daren’t trust him with a swell job. ered some more material for my book. But there is no end to that. And some- times, when I reflect that there is no end to it, I won- der if there is really any ¢ in starting it. The day had, further- ed the cry- g need for the very sort of book on which I am work- ing. (The title is: “The Shopper’s Solution, or A Cross Index to the Stores.” I believe I neglected to mention the title.) I am sure you will sc & the necessity for my book. Dra ly A. By Watara Suppose you want to buy 3 Ixperenpence Day ULY|JULY JULY é more, emphasiz in comicbooks.com