Judge, 1920-07-17 · page 6 of 36
Judge — July 17, 1920 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several short humorous pieces and cartoons typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine. The top cartoon depicts two men in formal dress discussing theater, with a caption about a director and actor debating whether a fence looks "too new." This appears to be satire about theatrical realism and production design debates. The main text pieces include "When You Eat, Whom Do You Feed?" (satirizing dietary choices and Doctor Jaworski's scientific theories), "The Perfect Autoist" (mocking reckless drivers), and "His Affiliation" (joking about university cafe pricing). "The Flireback" cartoon shows a dog and cat with dialogue about romantic declarations—simple visual humor with no apparent political content. Overall, this represents Judge's typical mix of light social satire targeting contemporary manners, institutions, and absurdities rather than specific political figures or events.
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Play the Game HE whole trouble with life is that it has never been re- garded as a sport It has been called a Vale of ‘Tears, a hyphen between two eternities. a cockpit, and Satan's “movie.” It is really a game. Li ve are “pawns of the gods,” let us make our own moves—corner the kings and worry — the bishops. Sport is the laughter of the nerve Life is just the Sporting Number of Brahma’s Chronic! Are you on the front p. or among the obits? “We serve students at cost stid the manager of a univer sity caié, “but others pay the usual price, Are you connected with the institution in any tu. Ber, GOOD HEAVENS, MAS ENCE “Yes, m: m.”” answered the Dir IT LORS 100K A Lt w. WE'LL Go DOWN INTO THE NENT PASTURE ng man, hopefully, “I'm WHERE THE WIRES ARE RUSTY A STS AR ‘ ged to one of the girls.” When You Eat, Whom Do You Feed? The Perfect Autoist By F. Rowe Ry Jack Bore TOR speeding he was ne'er arrested T! t summed up all those before He broke no rules in streets congested In man is every being that has lived or does exist. When No missing nut nor bursting tire | you eat fish, it is ancestor Sea-lion who so inclines your His spirit ever filled with ire uppetite When a steak entices, it is the wolf within howling his hung On rainy days he never skidded. | i ‘our consciousn Pedestrians cursed not nor kidded vegetarian grants that craving of the million This chap. What legions like him are!— plant-consuming insects which Doctor Jaworski says our body The fellow never owned a car. structures house To vearn for rabbit is confession that primeval papa Python The Flareback has his coils and toils a-working and predominates in you He—1t 1 keep on telling you that I love you, you may But upon the worst of our animalauies. the Doctor's theory believe me falls flatly down—that great American institution, hunger for She—So may yout Hash! Unless this scientistical, metamystical Jaworski can find the creature within us to blame for this dietetic delus‘on, his hypo- thesis gets our pedal propulsion into the cosmic discard. The Silly Season Some mighty curious creatures On life's highway we meet, With faces full of features, With shoes so full of feet His Identity The dull-eyed, hump-shouldered, yawning, yaw-hawing lout you see leaning against the cross=roads railway station as your train rolls past today is not the dull-eyed, hump-shouldered Drown by Lavo Couracus yawning, yaw-hawing lout you saw leaning against the depot “You'd BETTER STOP DOING THAT SHAN. THer'nt when your train rolled past twenty years ago. This is his son, PRETTY PARTICULAR AKOUND THIS NELGHBORNOOD.” comicbooks.com