Judge, 1921-03-12 · page 12 of 32
Judge — March 12, 1921 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several short satirical pieces typical of Judge magazine's humor: **"Marching Orders"** is a joke about a poet pitching spring verses to an editor, who dismisses him by saying his own "message" is "to march"—likely a WWI reference urging military enlistment rather than artistic pursuits. **"Showing Her Age"** satirizes a middle-aged woman (Mercedes) who spends hours beautifying herself, then stands before a mirror convinced she looks young and beautiful—despite actually being old. The irony is that she deceives herself while men her age actually gather around her, yet she judges them harshly. It's commentary on vanity and self-delusion. The smaller jokes mock predictable social behaviors: women's appeals to intelligence, contrasting effects of wealthy versus poor visitors, a child avoiding prayers by sleeping in a folding bed, and a couple reconciling their marital "row" at Tiffany's. The illustration shows an elegantly dressed woman in period attire—likely from the 1920s based on style.
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