Judge, 1920-08-14 · page 32 of 36
Judge — August 14, 1920 — page 32: what you’re looking at
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This page is primarily **advertising and literary content** rather than political satire. The main cartoons are humorous vignettes: **"Figuratively Correct"** mocks imprecise rural dialect and grammar ("At Niggah is some athlete," "Naw! Feet"). The joke targets how farmers and working-class speakers mangled standard English. **"His Utter Worthlessness"** depicts a conversation between two farmers evaluating a hired hand's poor work ethic—a common rural complaint about lazy workers. The illustrated sections include a poem "A Country Cabaret" romanticizing rustic entertainment, and dialogue exchanges labeled "Harmony" and "Only a Threat" featuring Irish-American characters (Norah, Bridget) using stereotypical dialect. **The satire is class-based rather than political**: Judge ridicules rural/working-class speech patterns and incompetence. The page reflects early 20th-century middle-class attitudes toward rural America and immigrants, treating their dialects as comic material. This reflects the magazine's general audience—urban, educated, and somewhat condescending toward rural or immigrant populations.
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