Judge, 1920-12-25 · page 27 of 33
Judge — December 25, 1920 — page 27: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertising and light humor** rather than political satire. Key content: **"The Ballad of Lost Maids"** is a nostalgic poem lamenting the disappearance of domestic servants—a real social problem of the 1920s. Post-WWI labor shortages and women's changing opportunities made household help scarce and expensive, shifting from "$15 a week" to "$4 a day." The **Formamint advertisement** addresses public health anxiety about germs spreading from workplaces to families during the influenza era (the 1918-1920 pandemic was still recent). The ad targets affluent readers worried about bringing illness home. The remaining content includes minor humor pieces: a parrot learning to swear near a telephone, a romantic anthropomorphization of garbage, and a judge recognizing a former bartender—all conventional light jokes typical of the era's magazine humor. The page reflects contemporary concerns (servant shortage, disease transmission) but contains no identifiable political figures or satire.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
m 18 EI How vip you Like THE sermon?” - Tit ADDRESS WASN'T SO BAD, BUT | DIDN'T pane KE Mis STANCE.” Ha M {Where's Maud.and Blanche.and that fair Swede Whose patronymic we never knew; date JWho fed the parrot with mustard seed 1), J (ed. bird-like. out of our dwelling flew? The Ballad of Lost Maids By Cuaxsixne Pottock me now in what len way is ie from Martinique. at four bucks a day is ELL Dusk Euls Srubbing floors Ketter far than fifteen a week hough our language she could not speak foney talks with a meaning clear; Vhy she quit is not far to seek— Vhere are the maids of vester-year? Where’s Mary Ann, the Trish Lass. \ho smoked us out when she broiled a steak, nd Edna. the vain, whose looking-glass Was the only glass she didn’t: break? who gave us the putting soap in our home-brew'd be in never left but she took the cake maids of yester-year? cre are the and her sister Sue, With ear-rings coppesl from our chandelier; dt Kate, here are the Where’s Isabel whom the ice-man used to woo— maids of yester-year? never ask this week, fair lord, Where they Ouee they worked for their room the maids of and board t where arc yester-year? stomach-ache are gone who last week were here! WARVEL, ‘$46 Fourth Avenue, Pittsburgh, Pa. throat germs to those at home” All day long—in the office or shop, in the cars, the ded’ stores—you ha: on breathing in germs of throat, tonsillitis, influenza, what-not. In the urm crevices of throat and mouth they multiply with incredible speed. Perhaps you are in rugged health and they find no weakened spot to attack. But what of those at home? They may be less able to resist these armies of ill-health and the home-coming kiss may bear the dread germs of disease. A_ pleasant—almost candy-like—Formamint dis- solved in the mouth now and then during the day makes the mouth sluids antiseptic, kceps germ-growth within bounds, and forms a strong defence against disease. If the throat is already sore, the frequent use of Formamint keeps the membranes bathed in this splen- did antiseptic, allays inflammation, prevents new infection and gives the tissues a chance to heal. Children are glad to use the nd should do so freely, as crowded school-rooms are fruitful fields for the spread of throat infection. Any druggist ca how widely Form recommented specialists, physicians ond dentists. Baver Curmicat Co, INCORPORATED New York, N. Y. The Line Was Busy Caller—Why did you ever teach your parrot to swear so terribly? Hostess—We didn’t do it intentionally. It just happened that her cage was near the tele- 1 phone Romance Phe wornout old stove crouched wanlv on the rubbish pile and, pointing to the ash-heap, re- marked to the garbage tin: Ah, me! There’s all that’s ime of mine!” left of an old Acquaintance Renewed (ste?nly)—I believe 1 have seen you befo Prisoner (with a Right you are, Judge; down at Casey's smile of recognition)— I used to tend bar GERM-FIGHTING THROAT TABLETS Formamint is our trade mark It identifies our product. Maizie’s Stocking By RAL V HAT to put in Maisie’s stocking? What is there can grace Such a dream of silken clocking ght in cobweb lace? Here's a thought, though you deride it: It won’t matter, will it, If I pile her gifts beside it? Maisie best can fill it! No One Need Buy Cuticura Before He Barnour