Judge, 1920-07-17 · page 14 of 36
Judge — July 17, 1920 — page 14: what you’re looking at
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This story mocks both working-class Italian immigrants and upper-class American snobbery. The protagonist is a stereotyped Italian laborer ("picka da-shov," broken English) who enters a haberdashery and selects an expensive silk shirt despite his modest background. The salesman's condescension—offering him a cheaper alternative—contrasts sharply with the Italian's casual wealth and confidence. The satire cuts both ways: it ridicules the clerk's class assumptions (the Italian can easily afford the expensive shirt) while also mocking the immigrant's inability to properly wear or understand American fashion conventions (he wears the shirt immediately without a collar, departing without proper etiquette). The accompanying humor pieces ("A Hint for You," "You Know Him?") are unrelated filler content typical of Judge magazine's format. The main cartoon by A.B. Walker depicts a domestic dispute over pets—clearly comedic but separate from the Italian narrative.
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