Judge, 1920-09-18 · page 12 of 32
Judge — September 18, 1920 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several satirical pieces targeting early 20th-century American social issues: **"In the Gazing Crystal"** is a poem mocking pseudo-scientific fortune-telling and Eastern mysticism—common targets of American satire during the spiritualism craze. **"Thumbnail Essays"** includes brief social commentary: Sing Sing prison's shoe manufacturing (highlighting prison labor economics), a burglar's misuse of Biblical rhetoric, and an Illinois jail-breaker voluntarily returning due to poverty—all satirizing the harsh realities of crime and incarceration. The **cartoon** showing a car with multiple trailers appears to mock motorists' or wealthy people's conspicuous consumption and traffic dangers. Brief **joke sections** ("The Professor Was Hep," "Wifely Errand," etc.) offer domestic and social humor typical of the era—poking fun at marital dynamics, academia, and class aspirations. The page's overall tone targets economic hardship, pretension, and social hypocrisy common in 1920s American life.
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NSTRUMENTS have been de- vised so delicate in their adjust- ment that they will record the heat radiated to earth by a distant star. Science may some time perfect an instrument still more delicate; one that will record, of a cold Spring day, the heat radiated by an apart ment house furnace. * * * AMEELS usually die on or before 4 their forticth birthday. But don’t feel superior. How long would you last, at a rough guess, if you had as many stomachs to abuse as a camel? A*® Illinois jail-breaker returned voluntarily to cell and servitude because of the stiff cost of living In the Gazin g Cr ysta ] outside. The poet's theory, long accepted, that “stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage” has By Tuowas J. Munnar been jarred off its metrical feet by brutal economics. oO! I of the East you come. the dreamy East * . * Holding what message, in your crystal deeps; NEN YORK clubs have been hit hard by the neces- sity of cutting out their bars, and only one of the suggestions offered affords promise of practical rel It is that instead of asking members not to talk aloud in ading rooms, house committees re- Mrs. Propite arcen Here. Joux, ye wests RE GONNA $ LASS YOU'VE GOTTA LOOK BORED. Above you loomed perchance some pagan priest In far forgotten lands where silence creeps. Perhaps held by some princess who now sleeps, Knowing your prophecy as false or true; club libraries or r What golden tide of fortune near me sweeps, quest them to “speak eas} Or what depth of disaster is my due. The Professor Was Hep Always I ponder on life’s tangled skein, “Now, professor, would it be intelligible if I descended from And far I’m buffeted by tedious tides; the hypothetical and asked you a question in the vernacular?” The future’s dim wherein I peer and strain, “Oh, yes. I get you.” And from your strength I look for friendly gy Tell me shall we forget our growing thirst, Unprecedented And do I get a flat on May the first? fancy Borrowell wasn't pleased with the umbrella T loaned him last week. Thumbnail Essays Pokus—Why? Hokus—He returned it today. By H.W. Setuertaso ee SING SING prison markets shoes of its own manufac- Wifely Errand “ wre at $4.50 per pair, but can sell them only to ‘ shopping with your wife today, I sce.” public institutions. Once the cost of living has driven *Not exactly shopping. She's going to a business college to ou to the Poor pick out a stenog House, for ex- rapher for me.” you will be mitted to buy air of Sing 4.50 shoes. Encouraging Beatrix — Rob is awfully nice, but he’s so dreadfully bash- A BURGLAR, ] I ful. Does he ever caught in put his arm around cago, had a you? le in his pos- j = Rhoda—Well, he ion with a red helps. ink circle around = \ Ie ene ae the words, “Seck, At Drill and ye shall find.” “Look here, sit! He ‘knew better Dron by Poet Rates 4 ; Did you rece than to circle the Motonists’ Motus Goose ders to dismount? suggestion, “Ask, Jack Spratt he loved a Fliv, “1 did.” See ehalh be His Wife a Limousine, ues Fe and it shall be And so betwixt them both, you see, Where from? given unto you. y used SOME Gasolene! “Hind-quarters!”” 7 q