Judge, 1921-01-29 · page 8 of 32
Judge — January 29, 1921 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Content Analysis: Judge Magazine Page This page contains three separate humor pieces: **"To a Maiden"** (poem): A poet blames his rejected verses on typographical errors rather than poor quality—a self-deprecating joke about artistic rejection and ego protection. **"Wait for the Wagon!"** (cartoon strip): Shows a golfer (Mackintosh) advised to collect pebbles for each profanity uttered on the golf course as self-discipline. The humor derives from the implicit suggestion he'd accumulate too many pebbles—mocking men's notoriously foul language while golfing, a popular leisure activity for the wealthy. **"Then the Fat Would Be in the Fire"** (dialogue): An editor and poet banter about submitting unsolicited poetry—the poet claiming he cannot stop writing, while the editor demands he stop the "flood." The cartoons satirize contemporary social behaviors: artistic vanity, gentlemen's golf etiquette expectations, and the persistence of amateur poets—all likely recognizable to early-20th-century Judge readers familiar with these social circles.
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To a Maiden By Eowarn Axtuony “THE verses L sent vou. you coolly rejected, You called ‘em poor piping. Not knowing that all of the flaws you de tected Were errors in typing. \ science that ever for me has had terrors ad circumstance!) You oughtn't to let typographical errors Bust up a mance! Wait for the Wagon! Mackintosh (to his elder who has advised j him to try to check his strong language at \ His golf by picking up pebbles, one for every pr fane word, and bringing them to the elder on m, isa handfu’ for “bothers.” Vrowe by A.B. Watnen But she tried everything, or almost everything. And when Sunday aiter chureh) Here, 1 been straightened and tinte!. and here is anither for “ han} of perfect white smoothness, a Elder—Well, that’s no vere Mackintosh—Aye, but bide 3 the “damns.” she came out her eyebrows ice and neck and arms ate flush was in her cheeks (such as girls hac ed them enviously so many times). Her lip: hair waver ged low at the back of her neck with the aid of a beautiful hair switch she had purchased Yes, after many hours she came out from the beauty parlor # creature warm and radiant, with a blending fragrance about her of imported face creams and delicate perfume. She left amidst the uli dfu’, Um thinking. r; there’s a cart coming wi? t nd arra ation of every one in the beauty parlor. © Was to meet her husband down-town. They to have tea together. Without a doubt peo ple suld turn and look at her They looked at Billy, but had not bothered to gaze long at her At last she saw him coming toward her, He was smiling. How glad he always was to see her And then his expression changed “Good God.” he said, “what in the world have you done to your face? Why, Margaret, you're a fright. Come, we'll take a taxi so you can home liwush it. Whatever got into y And heavens! You don’t that vou're wearing hair that’s net your own But Billy he stammered, “vou always ad mire beautiful women—and 1 look now like any number of them. IT am beautiful,” she almost always sobbed, “and it cost—it cost like anything! I don’t care how much it cost so long as it comes off,” he said as he helped her into soing home in the trate their taxi w side a smart limousine in which sat two had not thought the Lord’s attention upon their faces suthicient “Pretty girls, those,” said Billy, “Oh, are they?” Margaret smiled wanly despite the creams and rouge. Se Then the Fat Would Be in the Fire Editor—For heaven's sake, stop deluging m« vour stuff. Isn’t there anything that will m this flood of poetry? Drown by Curate 1. Ganon Port—Well, just you try putting a check on it un son bag Ty's HARD ENOUGH TO BE REJECTED, BUT WHEN YOU TAKE THIS OCCAS and see. SION TO WEAR THE JLAWELRY I'VE GIVEN you, IT 1s Too MUCH! 8 comicbooks.com