Judge, 1921-02-05 · page 13 of 32
Judge — February 5, 1921 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation of Judge Magazine Page This page contains a short story titled "Dust" by Marion Lyon Fairbanks and two political cartoons below. **The cartoons:** The left cartoon depicts a rotund figure labeled with "LBS" (pounds), apparently representing obesity or excess, being applauded. The caption asks why "Prof. Littum Hygene is simply inundated with applause"—a sarcastic jab at society's hypocrisy in praising something (likely a public figure or trend) that contradicts health principles. The right cartoon shows a small figure struggling beneath a massive burden of labeled sacks: "Taxes," "Rent," "Clothes," "Food," "Coal," and "Sickness." The caption sarcastically notes that "Poor Dad gets away with an act like this every day of his life, and never gets a hand?"—satirizing how the working poor juggle impossible financial burdens without recognition or relief, while acrobatic performers receive applause for far less. Both cartoons critique social injustice: rewarding the wrong behaviors while ignoring the genuine struggles of ordinary people.
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