Judge, 1920-10-09 · page 5 of 32
Judge — October 9, 1920 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis The top cartoon, titled "When You Upset a Glass of Wine—Nowadays," depicts a formal dinner scene showing six well-dressed people at a table. The satire appears to comment on **social embarrassment and etiquette during the Prohibition era** (suggested by the reference to wine and the date context of Judge magazine). The joke likely mocks how upsetting an alcoholic drink—once a minor social gaffe—had become either amusing or awkward given Prohibition's legal restrictions on alcohol. Below is the opening of a serialized story, "Broken Barriers, or Red Love on a Blue Island" by Stephen Leacock, describing a romantic encounter between characters on an island. This appears to be satirical fiction rather than political commentary. The content primarily concerns **social propriety and Prohibition-era attitudes** rather than explicit political satire.
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Drawn by Cacsrea I. Ganoe Galen 1. GANDER Wuen You Urser a Giass or Wine—Nowavays Broken Barriers, or Red Love on a Blue Island Second and Concluding Instalment of the New Kind of Thing Which Replaces the Old-Time Sea Story By Srepuen Leacock What Has Happened: Mr. Borus, having bored his wife to the point of divorce by relations of his travels and hunting ex- is to meet her in New Orleans, each taking a different ship. ipwrecked off the Dry Tortugas, but finds a girl floating in the sea and takes her on his raft. He shows bravery, modesty, ‘TER a great struggle I rose at last from the tar bucket, feeling, if not a brighter, at least a cleaner man. Dawn was already breaking. I looked about me. As the sudden beams of the tropic sun illumined the placid sea, I saw immediately before me, only a hundred yards away, an island. A sandy beach sloped back to a rocky emi- nence, broken with scrub and jungle. I could see a little stream leaping among the rocks. With eager haste I paddled the raft close to the shore till it grounded in about ten inches of water. I leaped into the water. With the aid of a stout line, I soon made the raft fast toa rock. Then as I turned I saw that Miss Croyden was standing upon the raft, fully dressed, and gazing at me. The morning sun- light played in her hair and her deep blue eyes were as soft as the Caribbean Sea it “Don’t attempt to wade ashore, Miss Croyden,” [ cried in agitation. ‘Pray do nothing rash. The waters are simply infested with bacilli.” and rare consideration, but is in love with her. As they prepare to spend their first night on the raft, she behind a blanket screen and he in the tar bucket, he ruminates on his marital past and resolves to hide his love for his companion. The closing chapter finds them together on an island and records the romantic result. “But how can I get ashore?” she asked. with a smile which showed all, or nearly all, of her pearl-like teeth. “Miss Croyden,” I said, “there is only one way. carry you.” In another moment I had walked back to the raft and lifted her as tenderly and reverently as if she had been my sister indeed more so—in my arms. Her weight seemed nothing. When I get a girl like that in my arms, I simply don’t feel it. Just for one moment as I clasped her thus in my arms, a fierce thrill ran through me. But I let it run. When I had carried her well up the sand close to the little stream, I set her down. To my surprise, she sank down in a limp heap. The girl had fainted. I knew that it was no time for-hesitation. Running to the stream I filled my hat with water and dashed it in her face. Then I took up a handful of mud and threw it at her with all my force. After that I beat her with my hat. At length she opened her eyes and sat up. I must comicbooks.com