Judge, 1919-11-08 · page 7 of 36
Judge — November 8, 1919 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Political Cartoon Analysis This page contains no political cartoon—instead, it features a humorous illustration accompanying a comedic short story titled "An Enjoyable Occasion" by Tom P. Morgan. The cartoon depicts two men in a rural setting: one appears to be a real-estate expert or land agent showing property to a potential buyer. The expert boasts of an "eighteen-hole golf course," but the buyer responds dismissively that he can "afford something better'n that" and would "buy the next farm an' make it THIRTY!" The joke satirizes rural Americans' attitudes toward golf—a sport associated with wealthy urbanites. The rustic character's response mocks the supposed superiority of golf by casually proposing to build a *larger* course, deflating the expert's sales pitch through rural pride and indifference to fashionable leisure activities. The accompanying story describes a chaotic but innocent children's Christmas party where taffy-candy chaos ensues—celebrating unsophisticated rural amusement.
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an have a splendid golf-course here, of eighteen hole: holes—Oh, Dammy! I can afford something An Enjoyable Occasion By Tost P. Morcan,. “ Y fourteen children gave a party Christmas afternoon that was a right interesting func- tion,” related Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge, Ark. “They invited a couple o’ dozen of their young friends from around the neighborhood. The day was pleasant and they held most of the pursced- ings out in the yard. Wife made up a big kettle of molasses candy, set it on the bench, and told ’em to go to it when it was cool enough. They got burnt considerable from being too fast, and there was a certain amount of yelling and cussing on that account, but nuth'n’ like what follered when they got fully a- going. “In no time they had theirselves and the dogs stuck up right smartly, and one little feller’s mouth was fas- ts shut, and in trying to pull him open a passel of other children got down, and all hands rolled round in the dry leaves til they looked like they had ettern that. Buy the next farm an’ make been tar-and-feathered. And then they whirled in and tried to lynch my least boy, Bearcat, with a taffy rope. And, with him raising thunder and striking back, the taffy rope stretching, and some of the smaller children trying to cat it at the same time, I laughed till I busted my galluses. But the real thing came off when they got to fighting, and rolled and tumbled all over the place, whanging each other in the face with hunks of taffy, and getting down, and becoming stuck together and going over and under trying to tear loose, it was good as a circus. And when twa of ’em tied into each other, and rolled down the hill, stuck together and yell- ing for somebody to pull ’em apart and let ’em get at each other, blamed if it wasn’t as good as anything I ever seed at a picture show! “When it was all over at last, and the visitors tore out for home, shedding taffy at every jump and yell- ing their war cries at my kids, I says to myself that children are children only once and I'm in favor of their having all the innocent amusement they can while they're at it.”