Judge, 1920-09-25 · page 6 of 34
Judge — September 25, 1920 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of This Judge Magazine Page This page contains two illustrated stories with satirical commentary: **Top illustration** (by J.K. Barrass): Shows a professor confronting a female student about her affair, titled "Love in Wartime Prophecy." The satire mocks academic pretension—the professor lectures the sleepy student about rain predictions while claiming moral authority, then becomes enraged upon discovering she's been romantically involved. The joke critiques professorial hypocrisy and outdated courtship standards. **Bottom illustration** (by Calvert Smith): Depicts three figures by a river with the caption about nearly going to church. This appears to be generic domestic humor about avoiding religious obligation. The page's section headings—"The Method," "Perversity of Inanimate Objects," "No Illusions"—suggest this is a humor miscellany targeting educated readers with observations about human nature and social behavior rather than specific political events.
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= sake. _e ote smwsor isto pleted a monograph on “The P bilities of Perfect Sapphics in Shakes- pearian Blank Verse,” but he had never made love tc an. “T love you. Nora.” he said quite simply “Will you marry me?” he There was still no answer. She was fast asleep, but the professor could not know this, since her face was hidden. Dron by J. K. Bavass Local Weather Prophet—I's GOING 10 RAIN FOR Fore!” she cried at the top of Now the top of the lungs of a ‘ora is no altitude healthy girl like to be trifled with, so the professor walked back to the hotel alone and very sorrowful. He looked up the next train to his home town. Behind the locked doors of his rooms near the university he took out his monograph and completed it before morning. Under similar circumstances would you have acted as the professor did? If not, why not?) What would you have Love turned to bitterness within eave! him Deacon Jones—Om, wet THAT CAN'T BE. We'd done? Don’t answer. We know. “So you have been playing with ALL BE DROWNED. Tue woRLD Was ONCE ES- me!” he accused her. . . Ty Petuat regs urrr-wasn'r-as The Method The aspersion seemed just as in- DRY AS IT Is Now Ah! I observe that the floor has been recently painted,” appreciatively effective as his declaration of love. He sprang quickly to his feet and towered above her in wrath “Perhaps you have been playing with four of us at the same time,” he continued. “What were you doing on the veranda with Temple after I went to bed last night? Kissing him, no doubt. Or perhaps you kissed them all!” His im- agination knew no bounds. “How many of them did you kiss? How many?” he re peated, taking hold of her roughly by the shoulder, as she still refused to answer. The effect on the sleeper was as instantaneous as it was startling. She sat up very straight, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. In her dreams she was about to execute memorial drive somewhere between the eighth and ninth by Carvin Sarr “On pear! We sucur just as w said the Presiding Elder, “Tell me, how did you manage to achieve that unique grain effect?” I didn’t pay no special attention,” replied Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge, Ark., “but, as nigh as I noticed, wife sorter slashed a can of paint around, and then the children drug the cats back and forth acrost it for a spell.” Perversity of Inanimate Objects Why is it that the theatre-goers who never go out during the intermission always get the aisle seats? No Illusions Are you hopeful about the new cook?” “Not very. I've had her twice before.” HAVE GONE TO CHURCH THIS MORNING!