Judge, 1920-06-05 · page 28 of 36
Judge — June 5, 1920 — page 28: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects humorous short pieces and jokes from various college humor magazines of the era (likely 1920s, based on references to bobbed hair and "Bevo" beer). The main narrative, "Sweet and Low," depicts a lovelorn man whose melancholy is interrupted by a landlady's daughter—a blonde presented as attractive but somewhat frivolous. The piece plays on romantic cliché: his fantasy of her comfort contrasts with the mundane reality (she's carrying a wastebasket). Surrounding jokes target college life stereotypes: professors exploiting students, young wives wanting luxuries, women's bobbed hair as grounds for dismissal, and unsuccessful courtship. The humor relies on period-specific social anxieties—particularly around changing women's roles and appearance. "Horses' Neck—and Hoofs" appears to contain a risqué double-entendre about a woman's "waist" that a man won't "release." Overall, this reflects early 20th-century collegiate humor: romanticism mixed with mild social satire and gender-based comedy now reading as dated.
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