Judge, 1919-08-09 · page 18 of 36
Judge — August 9, 1919 — page 18: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* magazine contains humor pieces and a cartoon satirizing early 20th-century social life and medical practice. **"The Sex" section** presents three brief jokes about marriage and dating, mocking how quickly romance dies: bridge club wives compete over cooking, jazz music excites a date until she hears factory noise, and newlyweds' intimacy ends so thoroughly the husband stops trying to find his wife at home. **"First Aid"** cartoon depicts a street accident victim surrounded by well-dressed onlookers in a busy urban scene, likely satirizing how city dwellers respond to emergencies with indifference or curiosity rather than genuine help. **"Doctors"** section mocks physicians through humorous anecdotes: doctors send enormous bills despite minimal help; patients discover that turpentine (a common home remedy) works as well as medical treatment, suggesting doctors profit from people's desperation rather than actual expertise. The satire critiques both medical overcharging and the gap between professional medicine and folk remedies.
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