Judge, 1921-03-12 · page 8 of 32
Judge — March 12, 1921 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several short humor pieces typical of Judge magazine's satirical style: **"The End of a Perfect Jay"** mocks movie theater etiquette—specifically an annoying patron who reads captions aloud during films. The joke culminates when an elderly woman hits him with her umbrella, giving him something "real" after he repeatedly calls staged stunts "fake." **"Maid of Malabar"** is an illustrated poem about colonial-era adventure, featuring two Black servants named Tangerine and Marmalade who help a maid escape a lion. The racial characterization and naming reflect period attitudes typical of early 20th-century American humor magazines. **Other brief items** mock modern social behavior: a politician's claim about crowd size depending on newspaper bias, a child interested only in stealing visitors' purses, and a grandmother accepting rudeness if excused by bridge game attendance. These pieces satirize contemporary middle-class anxieties, changing social manners, and generational conflicts—standard Judge fare targeting readers' recognition of relatable social situations.
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Drown by Curntes Hooues “Grae tue xet, Orv Scout! I've noone & riers!” The End of a Perfect Jay Ry Hexry Fisner “AJO Smoking Allowed” placards in movie theatres should mented by “No Reading Aloud” notices. be sup HER Whe Maid of Malabar By Wituam Tuomrsos was a Maid of Malabar raveled near and traveled far To find a spreading cocoanut, In which to build a little hut. Near by a crouching lion stood. Secreted in a tropic wood The lion roared in joyous glee “This Maid will make a feast for me.’ the jungle’s verdant shade Crouched Tangerine and Marmalade Two trusty blacks who knew no fear, Each gripping tight a glistening spear Be not afraid” called Marmalade Reading movie titles out loud wasn’t young Weisenheimer’s worst habit. Whenever a dumniy was substituted for an actor and thrown from the dizzy heights of a cliff he would promptly yell: “Aw, that ain’t real—it’s faked!” Happening into a movie house one rainy after- noon he commenced to read aloud the captions, much to the annoyance of the audience, especially an elderly lady seated directly behind him It was during a rip-roaring comedy that Weis- enheimer noticed that a dummy had been thrown from a fourteen-story window, whereupon he ex- claimed in his usual style: “Gee, anybuddy kin tell that ain't real!” The elderly lady, unable to tolerate his actions any longer, brought her wet umbrella full force down upon his head “What are you doin'?” angrily exclaimed the young man “ Giving you something real,” said the old lady With Variations North—How many people will the town hall seat? West—That all depends on which newspaper you read. If the speaker is of the right political faith, the hall was jammed; if not, the entire town would only be a small-sized, unenthusiastic audience!” The Sole Objective Visitor—Your child has the making of a phy- sician. Mother—How could you tell? Visitor—He refuses to play with anything but my purse Modern Grandma Grandma Gillet—You were not very polite when I met vou in the street yesterday. Rosebud Grandchild—1 was already late for my bridge game, Grandma Grandma Gillet—Then you are quite excusable my darling. Land snout, turned Who quickly grabbed the And with no special ¢ The hungry lion inside out “You've served me well” the Maid exclaimed, Her heart with gratitude inflamed. “No less a friend could we have been,” Quoth Marmalade and Tangerine ware eS lett— TH Drawn by POM. Potuerr + AA Optimistic Suburbanite—Writ, ANYWAY, THOSE RELATIVES OF MY WIFE WILL SURELY NOT COME TO SPEND THE WEEK-END IN A STORM LINE THIS. comicbooks.com