Judge, 1919-09-06 · page 7 of 36
Judge — September 6, 1919 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three distinct pieces of satirical content: **"Angela Bish" Serial Story**: A comedic narrative about a woman who falls in love with what she believes is a man but is actually a trained chimpanzee belonging to a vaudeville manager. She's arrested for theft. The satire mocks romantic naivety and female sentimentality—the joke being that she can't distinguish between human and animal, suggesting women's poor judgment in matters of love. **"In Black and White" Dialogue**: Two women discuss keeping gray hair dark. This is mild satire on vanity and women's concern with appearance. **"Devotion" Story with Illustration**: Describes a pale, ethereal woman appearing deeply spiritual—clutching a cross, lips moving in apparent prayer. The punchline: she's chewing gum. This satirizes the performative nature of female piety and the gap between outward religious devotion and actual inner life. **The Illustration**: Shows a group in a garden setting with the caption about a secret engagement—typical romantic comedy fodder for the era. Overall, the page reflects early 20th-century satirical attitudes toward women as silly, vain, and hypocritical.
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wailed, “‘as if he were merely measles! I love him! I found him under the bed and he is mine!” Her gestures were almost improbable. But the stern intruder, being a Vaudeville manager, knew, of course, how to act. Snap! The fetters were fastened to our handsome hero's collar. “And now, young woman,” said he, with grotesquc variations in D natural, “you'll have to come along with me, too! It’s no use weeping, I am stone deaf I’m going to have you sent up for trying to steal my trained chimpanzee!” It was in the cool cloisters of the County Jail, therefore, that Angela Bish realized how little she knew especially of men. Again her heavy heart had caused her to turn turtle dove. But although her life and her cheeks had grown colorless, she did not repaint. The love light had faded from her eyes, but then, she could wear tortoise shell spectacles. No, her love affair had proved quite otherwise, but everyone had a flivver, nowadays; and, after all, what was life without a few regrets? She didn’t know. She didn’t even know what life was with them. The things Angie didn’t know were increasing every day. (Next week: “The Adventure of the Mozambique Monkeys."’) In Black and White ist Girl Friend—Let me pull out that gray hair, dear. 2nd Girl Friend—Oh, ves! Keep it dark! Drows by W.K. Stanners tp ALC, Devotion By Hexey Wirtiast Haxestasn ALL she was, and pale—the exquisite pallor of a fine, white skin. Her black garments served only to make her pallor more attractive—garments that draped the lissome curves of her superb young foim as they might have covered some ancient Grecian sculpture, revealing as much beauty as they concealed She glanced neither to the right nor to the left, nor was she conscious of any scrutiny. Her large, dark eyes, wistful in vision, gazed through, beyond and above; her face held that look of flawless purity, of ecstatic sorrow with which Da Vinci has vested his Madonnas. About her neck hung a chain of gold and amethyst, the pendant cross of which was clasped between her tenuous fingers. As she clasped the cross her lips moved silently, un- ceasingly in carnest dedication and fanatic zeal, It seeme though she poured her very soul from out those silent, moving lips, awesome in their ceaseless, tense rhythm. Was this de- votion—devotion for some well-beloved—some cherished heart torn from her breast? No, she was chewing gum. as More Distinction “My great-great-great-grandfather came over from Europe in the Mayflower.” “My first cousin went back in an airplane the other day.” She has accepted him, but they have decided to keep their engagement a secret. 7