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This page collects humorous verse and cartoons from college humor magazines, reprinted in *Judge*. The content satirizes college life and romance circa the 1920s. **Key themes:** - **"History Compared"**: A college man boasts that holding his girlfriend's hand surpasses historical achievements (Horatius holding the bridge, Drake circumnavigating the world, Sherman's march). The joke mocks undergraduate pretension and self-absorption. - **"A Peach of a Show"**: Satirizes theater-goers who overlook a show's complete lack of merit—bad acting, no plot, poor singing—simply because of attractive chorus girls in revealing costumes ("forty naughty smiles"). - **"Cherchez la Femme"** and **"You"**: Mock the transactional nature of college romance, where couples trade favors and expect poetry in exchange for attention. The cartoons and captions target undergraduate vanity, shallow romanticism, and social climbing. The *Judge* reprinting suggests these college magazine pieces were considered noteworthy enough for the national satirical audience.

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JUDGE ve tS ! WITH THE COLLEGE WI Ebb—Wuy don’t you WEAR CALICO ANY Flo—Ou, I just wate To see MYSELE IN rrint.—Cornell Widow. To the Sphinx Sphinx, your fame is mooted much On hoary legend’s pages, Wise in riddles and all such, You're called the Queen of Sages. Let me try my prowess now, History Compared T envy not the famous men Of any time or land; Horatius may have held the bridge, I've held the one girl’s hand. Though Shakespeare may have written plays, And sonnets not a few; Yet to the one girl I have sent Some loving letters truc Drake may have circled ‘round the world, And though that pleased his taste. Suffice for me to have my arm Around the one girl's waist ‘Though Sherman may have made a march From Georgia to the sea A wedding march right up the aisle Is what I hope will be.— Princeton Tiger The Green-Eyed Monster Jess—They went to the mountains on their wedding trip, and Ethel was wretched Bess—What was the trouble? Jess—Goorge fell in love with the scenery.— Carolina Tar Baby. A Peach of a Show I went to a show last night Sure etier ror tue crip. (Nor so com, BUT HE CARRIES IT OFF WELL) Marcard Lampoor In the Cold Gray Dawn When you cuddle up, snug. And you look up in my eyes, When you give me a hug, Is there any surprise That I think, honey bug, Question you, abhorring—- Tt was a peach of a show. As the time swiftly flies: ais Now must wrinkles crease your brow!— The singing was punk and the jokes fell Whynellshouldthaftahavean8, 3ointhemom jan Why's my prof so boring?—Yale Record. flat. : ing!!!—Pennsyleunia Punch Barel et But it was a peach of a show. e Cherchez la Femme There was no plot, and it wasn’t a revue. Circumstances Alter Definitions ne We were friends. He used all my old themes; I used all of his. He took notes in lecture for me one week and let me sleep; I took notes the next. But it was a peach of a show. The actress couldn’t act and the comedian couldn't comede. But it was a peach of a show. Volsteadily speaking: An optimist is a man who thinks he can make as good beer at home as he could buy in the old days. A pessimist is a man who has tried.— Penn. State Froth. He yelled, “Here” for me in English 30 one The chorus was dressed in a yard of Georg- He time; I yelled for him the next session. ette and forty naughty smiles. You a He wrote the cases in B. L.; I did the assigned It was a peach of a show.—Pennsylrania Because you were so gracious and free, did readings. Punch Bout. Half-wistful, half-smiling, the He signed for me at gym and I signed Over the flowers I had given, ‘ak for him. Because you were you, Damon and Pythias were enemies com- I said I would write you a poem. pared to us, r, Then we met Myrtilla. .. . ..—Penn- Yes, ! sylvania Punch Bout. Poor George! She—When does poor Georgo get out of the hospital? He—Ah! I'm afraid not for a long time. She—Too bad! Then he has a serious illness? He—No, it’s too good. He has a keen looking nurse and the doctor prescribed liquor.— Notre Dame Juggler. WAT GIRL REVERSED Darwin's THEORY Howzar? 4 I said I would write you a poem; But now that I think of it, I want to ask you, dear, What kind of a poem you think you rat After going to three formals, Two dinners, Four picni Five canoe trips, And seven campus strolls, With that other Sap!—Iowa Frivol.