Judge, 1920-09-18 · page 13 of 32
Judge — September 18, 1920 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis for Modern Readers This page contains several brief humorous sketches typical of early-20th-century American humor magazines. **"His Specialty"** satirizes persistent suitors. A rural father (Gap Johnson) complains that a young man courting his daughter won't leave despite obvious social cues—yawning family members, a baby disrupting the room, even hints about rain. The joke mocks both the oblivious suitor's lack of social awareness and the father's inability to directly ask him to leave. **The other sketches** are brief joke exchanges: "Tag! You're It!" plays on word confusion between price tags and neckties; "Not In" contrasts seeing a woman fully clothed versus nearly naked; "No Experience Necessary" mocks unqualified people entering the film industry; "Full Armor" makes light of excessive evening wear; "The Old Order Is on the Bias" ironically laments that modern women lack the exaggerated "vampire" mannerisms of earlier fashions; and "Pure Fancy" presents an absurd scenario where honesty from a taxi driver leads to his arrest. The humor reflects period attitudes about courtship, fashion, and emerging film industry mediocrity.
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His Specialty By Tou P. Morcas HAT there young feller that has been coming to see my oldest girl, Zanzaline, lately is the doggonedest sticker and stayer I ever had the pleasure of witnessing,” grumbled Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge, Ark. “Along about ten o'clock of a Sunday night me and wife and the rest of the chil dren begin to yawn on him, It ort to be hint enough for any body when fifteen folks, big and little, come into the room, set irs. stools and the floor, with their heads hanging open till you can durn nigh see their appetites. “But. dad-burn him, he lingers right along through three quarters of an hour of it, and continues to remain when the baby s hat in and goes to kicking it around the room, setting down on it, and all such. He sticks right on the job till 1 begin to talk about naming no names and meaning nobody in pertickler but if a certain cuss within the sound of my voice don’t tear out pretty soon b’hung if I don’t take a shot Orern ty Canton slexx at him. And then he says it lool:s sorter like rain, or something eSeraxce-ravstesorse er MEKTIO’ Tie BigeovERY that-a-way, and he reckons he ort to be peroozing along. 1 or cucese!” don't mind a feller coming around once in a while, but I don’t want him to grow fast.” “No Experience Necessary, Ete. Scenario Editor—Remember what Barnum said? Tag! You're It! Director—That one is born every minute? Window-dresser—Shall I place the “$15"" tags on the shirts? Scenario Fd.—VYes. Well, they're all trving to write photo Proprictor—Or the reckties—what's the difference? plays, | around on cha comes dragging Not In Full Armor ' Lerret—Did you ever see Miss Swelfig in a bathing suit? Hilda—How did Fanchecte look at the ball last night? Yadilloh—No. But I've often seen her almost out of one. Wilda—Charming. She wore an evening skirt of silver | brocade, and carried a lip stick set with | peated wremipnstine ee a bos diamonds, The Old Order Is on the Bias I met a vampir She didn’t have any blood red roses | anywhere. She did not glance at me through heavy half-closed eyelids, She never hissed a hiss She said her favorite drink was a ; marshmallow: fudge. ; She seemed real put out when a gust i of wind flipped her skirt a trifle reck- lessly. She coughed when a zephyr of my cigarette smoke assaulted her nose. What are we coming to? Is everything going to pot? Pure Fancy “Excuse me, sir, you have made a mistake,” said the taxicab driver to Jones.“ This isn’t a one-dollar bill you've given me. it’s a five.” Jones fainted. Deeply moved, the taxicab driver knelt by the prostrate body. He was replacing the five-dollar bill in Jones's pocket when a policeman stepped up and arrested him for assault and at- tempted robbery. Moral. Don’t waste any sympa on the taxicab driver. This didn’t hy Drown by G. BAS ‘Tuts vax T Mabe pos’r Keer we viRy Coot.” happen. B comicbooks.com