Judge, 1920-07-24 · page 13 of 36
Judge — July 24, 1920 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This page contains three distinct pieces from Judge magazine: **Top Illustration:** A scenic mountain landscape with figures in period dress (early 1900s). The caption humorously depicts characters searching for scenery, with the joke being that mountains and streams surround them—they're already in the landscape they seek. **"Ballade of Regret":** A nostalgic poem by Charles Hanson Towne lamenting lost cheapness and simpler times, particularly the "fifty-cent gallery seat" (cheap theater seating). This reflects early-20th-century anxiety about rising costs of living and vanishing affordable pleasures. **Two Short Humorous Pieces:** - "Realistic Art" mocks pretentious modern art criticism—a man insults an ugly portrait, only for his wife to reveal he's looking at himself in a mirror. - "From Glory to Gloom" jokes about neighbors initially celebrating a distillery's closure, then immediately regretting it when a fertilizer factory replaces it (worse smell/pollution). The page represents typical Judge content: nostalgic commentary, social observation about class and consumption, and visual/verbal puns for educated readers.
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Drawn by B.D. Jouxson “Huspu, rooxixc ror sceneey, ru! Wet. turer's None anor O° STREAMS. ND MERE: NOTIN IN THESE PARTS KUT MOUNTAINS ANT A COUPLE Ballade of Regret By Cuaries Hanson Towne THe cost of living troubleth me I used to have full many a spree, The hero on his bended knee t I do regret old, simple things Unmindful of Life's sufferings. Brought to his love gold offerings. Like meals that could so worthy be, With Phyllis I'd i forth to sce Disdainful cf his worship, she Yet fit for knaves and fit for kings. Some royal dran ‘ate that Stings.” Spurned his advances. Wide she All the old table d’hétes took wings Or something like The Stole ings And life no more secms quite com Rings”! he door, amid low murmurings: plete Forgetful of our high retreat Another lover enters! “Cheat!” j But most I miss (how memory clings!) We followed Fate's sad buffetings. The hero cries. His anguish wrings | The good old fifty-cent gallery seat! The good old fifty-cent gallery seat! The good old fifty-cent gallery seat! | LEws Princess, how Memery sobs and sings! { Youth was one long, ecstatic treat. We miss it so (devoid ef springs!) | ¢ ' } The good old fifty-cent gallery seat ] Oak LS EAT TTT Realistic Art From Glory to Gloom The near-sighted connoisseur and his fashionable wife were Leeds—1 heard that the Cunninghams literally waved flags doing the latest art exhibition with critical care. and shouted with joy when the distillery across the street from “That's the ugliest portrait I’ve ever seen,” he cried angrily, them was forced out of business. | striving vainly for a better view of the abomination Jenks—But they're not waving flags and shouting with joy “Come away, you fool,” hissed the woman, “you're looking aow; they're putting weather strips on their windows and doors at yourself in a mirror! 13 The distillery has been converted into a fertilizer factory