Judge, 1920-03-06 · page 8 of 36
Judge — March 6, 1920 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis for Modern Readers This page from *Judge* magazine contains humorous anecdotes satirizing early 20th-century American social pretensions and behavior. The main cartoon depicts "The Man Who Paid $10 for Hothouse Daisies"—mocking wealthy people's conspicuous consumption and status-seeking through expensive flowers. The text features Professor Flubdub recounting a chaotic wedding reception where a preacher is revealed to be secretly drinking (flask hidden in his coat), leading to violent brawling and scandal. The satire targets the hypocrisy of respectable-looking clergy and the absurdity of theatrical melodrama being presented as serious entertainment. The additional anecdotes mock rural dialect speakers and intellectual pretension. One story ridicules an Arkansas man's violent response to political speech; another jokes about someone overeager in all endeavors. The overall theme: satirizing class anxieties, religious hypocrisy, and the gap between respectable appearance and actual behavior—common *Judge* magazine targets during the Progressive Era.
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mother on top of him. By th time the house was convulse in merriment, and ig Professor Flubdub pausec for Mrs. Plubert Van Whoo; mideer was seized with a vio- lent fit of coughing which she had been unable to stifle with her handkerchief, and had to be assisted from the room by tive of the members “In his natural excite- ment,” resumed the Professor. ‘the minister overturned a row of goldfish, and the water soaked the clothes ‘The latter at once engages in violent fisticuffs with — the preacher, in the course of which the reverend gentle- man’s frock coat is ripped up the baok, disclosing a large flask of whisky in his hip pocket. At this point the well- dressed, respectable looking man who was sitting infront of me brok groom's a by T. 3. Toren allowing the leur to in releasing hii chai from making an: down and wept with joy.” Miss Lola Rolls Royce Smythe was seen to bury her face in her hands as the Professor paused, and her shoulders shook; she was presumably deeply affected at the thought that such a spectacle was pe Ame mitted in ican theaters. sight,” continued the Professor, taking a wallow of water, “of the flask the bride’s father makes adiveatthe preacher. He snatches the flask and dashes for the door, but the best man trips him with his cane and he rolls against a settee on which are four prim- Drawa by Nowsas Astwosy Man Wuo Paiv $10 For Hornouse 8 Fino Tue The Van Gassers bevin to realize their mistake in looking ladies, apparently rel- atives of the bride and groom ‘The settee capsizes backward, precipitating the four ladies to the floor, In the mix-up the groom secures the flask and rushes out into the street The bride pursues him, how- ever, and throws the wedding cake (which, we are told, she made with her own hands) after him. Itstrikes himand knocks him senseless——" Here Mrs. Allerton Alla Modeand four other members rose and hurried from the room to see if Mrs. Van Whoopsmi- r was in need of anything I shall not,” went on the Professor with a sigh, “con- tinue this degrading recital Sut before | proceed with my deductions, conclusions and recommendations,are there any points which are not clear?” Only four ladies remained in the room. “T should like to know, Dr. Flubdub,” one of them indignantly demanded, “how long this shameful picture is to re. main in our city and where it is being exhibited.” “It was originally on view at the Happy Hour Theater, my dear Mrs. Awtfer Swell; but is to be shown for the remainder of the week at the Peewee Picture Palace, as | found when I witnessed the film a second de ert a clause in his contract repairs on tires. time to verify some of my observations.” His Appropriate Remark “A passel of us gents took and drug out a feller, tuther that h been making a speceh, denominating the gov'ment.” rekited a resident’ of | the Fiddle Creek, Ark. neighborhood. “1 bilieve they stid he was an wew or something that-a-wa Anyhow, we presizely admire his language. and so we took him out into the tin ber, lap-jacked him for a spell with hickory withes, and then gave of tar and oak leaves— feathers is too ex pensive, these times, to use for such ishness—and told him w shoot him if he didn’t get out of there.” “What did he siy?” interestedly asked an acquaintance from up on Straddle Ridge. He said he'd go.” night didn’t a cout Right In It He throws himself into every job he ertakes.” I wish the bore would go hunting for wells or craters or something like that.” Too Much So umiliar with the classics?” I notice from his lib “Is he f “Oh table that he pitches them a which way. yes! Daisies comicbooks.com