Judge, 1919-08-09 · page 5 of 36
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# Analysis This page introduces a serial fiction titled "Ain't Angie Awful!" by Gelert Burgess, illustrated by Rea Irvin. The top cartoon shows a domestic scene where a man confronts a woman in a bathroom, with the caption "A Red Light Flaked in His Eyes. 'Then I'll Take You!'" The story concerns Angela Bish, a working-class woman employed at a five-and-dime store. The narrative describes her as plain-looking and somewhat manipulative, having struck out potential suitors and avoided romantic attention. The satire appears to target female independence and romantic scheming in the working class. Angela is portrayed as calculating and somewhat pathetic—she has few genuine womanly qualities and deliberately sabotages relationships. The serial suggests Judge's skepticism toward lower-class women's autonomy and romantic aspirations.
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\ Rep Licut Fiarep ix-Hts Eves. “Ten Pin Tare You!” Ain't Angie Awful! Being the Love Affairs of Angela Bish A Sex Serial in Six Sizzling Chapters 1. THE ADVENTURE OF THE SIX-CENT By Geverr Illustrated by STORE N the good old days when girls wore ears and lac- quered their faces only in the privacy of their own homes, Angela Bish held the proud position of 23rd assistant m-chewer in a six-cent. store. Also, between times, she sold hardware very hard saws, imitation such as cast-iron screwdrivers, tin hammers, and gimlets that wouldn't gim All day long behind the counter she stood on one, Angela Bish? Cant you almost see her lack of any real leg or the other, and sometimes on all of them; and the longer she stood, the less she could stand it. Black was Angela’s hair, and her black eyes were black. Now some, says Confucius, are born with black eyes, and some acquire black eyes; but Angela’s ebon orbs were a birthday present from her dear, dead, fat father. Angela's dress was equally black, if not blacker; her finger-nails were all pronounced brunettes. But, in those days, all her thoughts were blonde. Angela thought, for instance, that if a man kissed her it would within four minutes be followed by a perfervid proposal of marriage \t this time Angie’s mind was not very strong. She was only thirteen years old, going on sixteen, and never yet had that funny face been kissed by mankind. Men had grabbed at her, of course, and even He BurGess Rea Irvin pecked at her lips; but no one yet had landed a base hit. Always she had struck them out. Here’s a little pathetic bit about Angie, now we're on the subject. Timidly, in private, ofttimes she would take down a photograph of Fairas Dougblanks, and lick it lovingly. Did he respond? Nay, he did but laugh at her—that same old lithographic laugh! How cruel life can be, at times, to the working girl! Don’t you already feel, dear reader, that you know womanliness? If not, begin the tale again, and this time please pay more attention. You may have missed that part about her crass brass bangles, her semi-diamond rings, and that hungry-sad Childs’ Res- taurant expression of hers. Did | tell you that her ears were pointed ? Well, they were not. No one, in those dank days, had ever called Angie a Vimp. But that wasn’t her fault. Already she had got one job as a movie actress, but she was discharged because she hated having her photograph taken. [Even as you and I she said she'd rather go to a dentist. Angie, in fact, didn’t know what a Vimp might be. Neither do I. But I think Angie wasn’t one of them; and I’m quite positive she wasn’t two. We both feel, don’t we, that she was far, far too youn Fiuxc Wipe tHe Portar A straight orphan was Angela s comicbooks.com