Judge, 1920-07-17 · page 10 of 36
Judge — July 17, 1920 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three distinct pieces of satirical content: **"Congenial"** (top left) satirizes the modern tendency toward constant self-promotion and opinion-sharing. The narrator praises a fellow train passenger simply for being unremarkable—avoiding politics, reform causes, boasting, or pushing any agenda. The joke is that doing *nothing* notable has become refreshingly rare, implying contemporary society is exhaustingly full of self-important people demanding attention. **"News Item of the Future"** presents dark satire about government overreach, predicting deaths caused by "Americanization" of immigrants through official force—likely referencing 1920s anxieties about assimilation policies and government abuse. **"An Art Obsolete"** mocks modern medical fads (chiropractors, osteopaths, "New Thought" schools) by suggesting old-fashioned home remedies—essentially alcohol disguised as medicine ("bun")—worked just as well. It's satirizing the rush to embrace unproven modern treatments. **"American Whiskey"** (bottom cartoon) uses dialect humor to joke about Prohibition-era bootleg whiskey, with rural characters discussing illicit spirits.
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Congenialt By Tos P. Morcas “T JOURNEYED lately for sisty miles or so with an ex: 1 gentleman in the smoking-car of an ac- mitted J. Fuller Gh He had ted none on the political situation, ap hing te tremely. pleas commodation train ews, oF, at least, exhil parently was not interested in any great cause bout reforming any one, made no mention of being a candi office, seemed not to care whither we were drifting. did » distinguished tempt to discuss spiritualism, possesse g diseases of any relatives so far as I learned, had no distres kind, pointed with pride to naught, and viewed nothing with ilarm. He merely entered the car at a station along the way, sat down beside me, wrote with a pencil on a Nice day, isn't it?’, and produced a pipe and vilest tobacco I ever encountered, and sat peacefully smoking until the end of his trip. Then he wrote on his pad, ‘Glad to have met you,’ and left the car, I do not know when I have enjoyed the society: of a fellow traveler more.” News Item of the Future Pedro Felippi, thirty-eight years old, an Halian, died at the Municipal Hospital as a result of injuries sustained while being Amer nized by government agents. ¢ Drawn by Jons Sandy—Max, tHat’s awru” sturr—rain sappentn’. Waar Donald—Ave As Asemican recta TeLt’r we. They a's roan _ >2; oN 7 An Art Obsolete By Mawet Hintver Eastaias WILLE Chiropractors pelt the spin And Osteopaths, the bones; ght schools explore, sans tools, The cause of sighs and groans ly doctor” has a dope Which keeps the “tummy” fit This is the way, I've heard folks say, In which he mixes it The juice of a lemon, \ small hunk of ice; Some creamy-smooth syrup; jigger” of — Spice!” Mix well in a tumbler This makes a fine “bun” And cures in a twinkling. All ills “neath the-sunt 50-50 Wife—Don't forget, Henry, I'm your equal Henry—1 won't, my dear. You ean stay in town this sum- mer, and I'll go to the seashore WN American Wuiskey bors 1T—p'vE KEN? A QUEER STUPY THEY CA’ “Per” THEY PUT INTE T. 10 comicbooks.com