Judge, 1919-08-16 · page 5 of 36
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# Analysis of "Ain't Angie Awful!" Page This is a satirical serial by Gelett Burgess about "Angela Bish," a young woman's romantic misadventures. The page shown is Chapter II, "The Adventure of the Peanivorous Rit." The top cartoon depicts a flirtation scene in what appears to be a train car—a woman gives a man a "two-for-five smile" and mentions her telephone number. The illustration below shows the man's exaggerated reaction. The text describes 16-year-old Angela accepting gifts from a wealthy "fat gentleman" during a train encounter, then rejecting his advances by kicking him out a window. The satire mocks both Angela's brazen behavior and the gentleman's presumptions—typical early-20th-century commentary on improper courtship and loose morality among young women.
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