Judge, 1919-08-09 · page 7 of 36
Judge — August 9, 1919 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Political Satire Analysis: Judge Magazine Page This page satirizes **American consumer culture and morality** through a serialized melodrama about "Angela," a working-class woman seduced by promises of romance. The story mocks both sentimental fiction and commercialism: her "hero" is literally a tobacco-ash manufacturer who abandons her for a counterfeit six-cent coin held by "Mr. Burleson T. Woodrow"—likely a reference to **Postmaster General Albert Burleson** (1913-1921), known for censoring publications. The satire critiques how easily working women are exploited and discarded by business interests. Angela's dramatic "fall" parodies melodramatic serials popular with female readers, while the counterfeit coin represents how capitalist schemes cheat consumers. The bottom panel "Tick-Tax" mocks **Senator Spug's** legislative language—likely satirizing actual political figures' verbose or poorly-written bills. The overall tone suggests Judge's skepticism toward both sentimental romance narratives and commercial exploitation of vulnerable workers.
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was dark, dark! se eee Then all aes Three hours later, in a vorglorious apartment on the 1o1st floor of the As- dorf Waltoria, Angela re- gained consciousness, al- though her brain still reeled with the stupefy- ing fumes of peppermint romance. Her hero gloating over his happy victim. Strewn about the room = she counted several thousand cigar butts “Who are you?” she murmured loudly, “and why hast took me and was you I am a manufacturer of tobacco ashes,” was his , “and I need some- to sift them and pack them into silver cans But life, dear reader. 1s not always one unbroken rosary of rapture. Not at all, or seldom. Some pearls are tears. Where- fore Angela’s virtue was to remain to bore her for many, many years. Hardly had she begun rapturously to fear the worst, when came a loud rap at the door. Her hero turned pale, but, hastily and yet resolutely donning a pair of purple sus- penders, he flung wide the portal. Alas, there stood there, there did, with evil in his eyes, Mr. Burleson T. Woodrow, the proprietor of the six-cent store. With evil in his eyes he cried the one word, her back, you robber! Give her back!” And, so saying this, he held before the Hero’s hor- rified gaze a small lead token. A little thing it was, small and round, hardly littler than a glass eye; but it had power to change Angela’s destiny. With one long, swift glance, she saw that her doom was sealed Heaven ts gel (1 heaven, you can ly ord to box Irchan ne Give rived American spirit) Tue Come-Down Have a drink, o! Now that you! ly in up a bit 3ack she must go, back to the slavery of the hard, hard, hardware counter again. In one moment all her inno- cent dreams of vice had gefled. “Oh, dammit she whispered. How little we know when a new accomplishment may prove useful! For B. T. Woodrow held, in that large lobster-like hand, a counterfeit six-cent piece! (Next week the palpitating ‘Adventure of the Peanivorous Rit,” with Angela Bish still in the spotlight.) Tick-Tax “This bill of yours is lamentable as regards syntax.” “Didn't we make that high enough?” anxiously demanded Senator Spug. Drown by A.B. Watsin Boatine and 7 Generation comicbooks.com