Judge, 1921-04-02 · page 10 of 32
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# Analysis of This Judge Magazine Page This page satirizes early 20th-century American life through multiple pieces: **"From a Father's Diary"** contrasts a child named Helene at age 6 (1907) with age 20 (1921). The identical descriptions—her baby talk, short dresses, bobbed hair, and tendency to sit on men's laps—mock how young women of the 1920s retained childish behaviors. The joke targets the "flapper" generation's apparent refusal to mature. **"A Sinister Garment"** uses rural dialect humor: Uncle Ranzy becomes so horrified by a nightshirt that he jumps from a window. The piece mocks superstitious folk beliefs about clothing causing illness or death. **The cartoons and poems** employ light satire on everyday anxieties—a dog's exercise, indigestion masquerading as heart problems, and definitions of optimism. Overall, this page reflects Judge's typical approach: gentle mockery of generational differences, rural superstitions, hypochondria, and modern social changes, aimed at educated urban readers.
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SI y IK Dors your boc Get mucH EXERCISE? On, He Goes FoR A TRAMP EVERY DAY Bayass YES. From a Father’s Diary By Quix Aveustus Ryan 1007 : PRIL 1. Today is Helene’s birthday, the dear! Just six years old today. | I watch her as I write, her silly little books in her lap, study- ing the pictures, for we cannot induce her to become interested | in read An uncontrollable sprite, Helene! H Prattling in baby talk all the day. Her dresses only to her knees, and her stockings terminating Helene’s hai ¢ willed it so. ight. f She would rather t 1 sleep a When Helene wants < and she wants everything she cries and sulks irre nd she gets it. Sitting on men’s laps promiscuously. Helene, the dear! q 1o2t 1 April 1. Today is Helene’s birthday, the dear! Just twenty years old today. I watch her as I write, her silly little books in cr lap, studying the pictures, for we cannot in- luce her to become interested in readin, An uncontrollable sprite, Helene! Prattling in baby talk all the day. Her dresses only to her knees, and her stockings terminating some inches below Helene’s hair is bobbed, for she willed it so. She would rather toddle about than sleep at night When Helene wants anything—and she wants everything—she cries and. sulks irresistibly—and she gets it Sitting on men’s laps promiscuously. Helene, the dear! A Sinister Garment By Tost P. Morcax NCLE RANZY is in powerful bad shape!” related a resident of the Rumpus Ridge region in Arkansas to the prominent. citizens assembled in th ds store. ‘He sorter took a spell of some kind tuther day, and dropped over on the ground, We put him to bed, and when the doctor came he looked the pore old feller over and shook his head. He had wife make a night shirt, and when ‘twas done me and Doc put it on cross Drawn by X Uncle slow anzy. Atter a while he opened his eyes and took a look at hisself. Then he gave an awful yell, hopped from the bed, boolged headfirst out of the winder, and lit a-running for the tall timber, screeching at every jump. We ran him down and put him back in bed, and he’s laying there now, plumb out'n his head and picking at his night shirt Doe says there hain’t much show for him.” No, I reckon not,” returned a sympathetic “*Pears like them there night shirts is just about fatal knowed a feller to have one of ‘em put on him that didn’t dic of it neighbor I never yoner or later.” Interpreting Internal Inquisition By Joux D. Sevsiour OW often in the course of one full day I find my heart somehow has ceased to beat With due preciseness—queerly, I repeat Each throb, each breath; and then again the play Of vital life-blood seems to want to stay And pound upon my temples, and my brain Seems far from strong enough to bear the strain Of wond’ring, thinking—e’en, I try to pray That all this wilderness of life’s mad dream Be settled up and clarified for me, Before this torment carries m But wait! A hint of what I want to say Has solved this problem, quite internally: The indigestion’s got me, broad a-beam! away! And Yet! All that some men ask is a square « how to play their cards after they are « tl, yet they don’t know alt. Another Definition “What is an optimist? “An optim 1 cross-eyed man who is thankful that he is not bow-legg B Warken Very Ixtoxicatinc: Home BREW AND A DECIDED STING comicbooks.com