Judge, 1919-12-27 · page 7 of 37
Judge — December 27, 1919 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis for Modern Readers This page from *Judge* magazine contains a sentimental short story titled "Hand-Shakes" by Harry Irvine Summers, illustrated with an early automobile scene at the top. **The main content** is not political satire but rather a nostalgic romance story about memorable handshakes. The narrator recalls meeting a beautiful blonde woman whose warm handshake was genuinely pleasant—a rarity he reflects upon. He later learns she's "Queen" being summoned by "Sir Walter," suggesting a historical or fantastical setting. **The satirical element** appears subtle: the opening mocks people who give painful, bone-crushing handshakes, implying social criticism of affected masculinity or rudeness. The "Rosey-Nose Rye Whiskey" advertisement on the sign is period-appropriate product placement. **For modern context**: The story's emphasis on a woman's delicate beauty, the class distinction (royalty), and nostalgic tone reflect early-20th-century sentimental magazine fiction. The automobile illustration dates it to the automotive age but before modern cars. This is primarily **light entertainment rather than hard political satire**—typical of *Judge*'s mixed content approach.
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- ~—fa_ ROSEY-NaSE ~y i WHISK Roav TO YESTERDAY Hand-Shakes By Varry HEY run all the way from the presentation of | something for you to grasp which has all the igidi nd warmth of a piece of discouraged live of that addlepated yokel who fondly imagines t of humor is in demolishing the small, large and intermediate bones of one’s hand. If you really stop and think, now, how many hand- shakes did you ever have which were a real pleasure, that made you smile and the warmth break out inside of you like a new furnace? They are rare indeed. | remember such a one She was a beautiful girl which makes peroxide quit without trying. plexion was like ivory and roses Her eyes were blue, as blue as the ocean looks on the first day of your two-weeks vacation. She was just loveliness from head to foot As she saw me she advanced and smiled, oh so sweetly. I had never seen her before but that made no difference; some peopk don’t need an introduction Then she laughed, a laugh like rippling water. She held out her Her hair was that blonde Her com- Irvine Suumway 1! ve been wait she sai “You have come at Th | thought you would never come,’ you voice that matched the rest. She didn’t let go. as one of those rare, deligh ful hand-shakes that you wish might go on forever, like the old picture on Welcome Soap. I can close my e now, and experience again that wonderful, beautiful handclasp. ‘Then the keeper came and touched her gently on the shoulder and said: “Come, Queen. Sir Walter is waiting in the ante es room and wishes to be presented to the court. We must hurry.” And he took her away. Oh, there are many, many kinds of hand-shakes. There the old man who meets the young girl in the rose garden and he runs towards her with both his hands outstretched with which he grasps her two hands. It looks as if they were going to play“ Ring Around Rosie,” but hedisappoints us by only standing still and say- ing, “How like your mother you hand, such a pretty, soft little ox ary.” d, such a pretty, soft little The Bird—Well!, Well! Royalty has look, Mary ‘ ; hand. And it closed over mine WA Bgd pWellt, Well! Royalty. has There is the hero’s handclasp; with a warm, delightful pressure. greater than a king he uses two hands also. But he comichoo!