Judge, 1921-04-02 · page 6 of 32
Judge — April 2, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two distinct pieces: **Left side:** A humorous story about a plumbing emergency at a club, illustrated with a cartoon showing two men in top hats. The narrative depicts workers frantically attempting repairs while club members arrive, culminating in a young man named Grant arriving with tools and successfully resolving the crisis by retrieving a lost card from a pipe. **Right side:** A poem titled "Margery" by Stella V. Kellerman, illustrated by Grace P. Stetson, celebrating a gossipy debutante who frequents tea gatherings. She's portrayed as fashionable, knowledgeable about movies, and entertaining—someone whose visits are anticipated despite (or because of) her love of spreading news and gossip among society circles. Both pieces gently satirize upper-class social life and leisure culture of the era.
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Drown by Nate Couarn Yen, tHat’s Dowsox; 1x CHURCH HE SLEEPS IN THE NEXT PEW TO OURS. The two men hurried up the steps and the ladies followed. ‘Two of the servants were vainly battling with towels to subdue a stream of water spurting from the feed-pipe. The bathroom was flooded. “We've got to get a plumber,” panted one of the workers. “Oh,” sobbed Hortense, “that will take a couple of hours. My poor ceiling!” Other members of the club had arrived, but their frantic efforts went for naught. “Oh, Jimmy,” exclaimed the girl—it was the first time she had called Gallantine that—“ can’t you do something? Please, please—all my work will be ruined! Gallantine looked into the eyes with their half-shed tears, “Tl stop it.” he announced shortly. “Here,” he snapped at Reggie. ‘Hustle down to the machine and get a monkey wrench and a pair of pliers. Got any solder around this dump? Beat it, kid. This ain’t no loafin’ job!” Reggie dashed away. Gallantine threw off his coat and collar and set about his work. “Where's that damn helper of mine?” he shouted. At this juncture young Grant arrived with an armful of tools. With rapid and dextrous movements Gallantine twisted about bolts and nuts and pipe sections. The water was stopped. The job was done. Reggie stepped up close to the coatless figure and suddenly hissed into his car: “Where's your card?” Gallantine made a motion toward his trouser pocket. Half way his hand came to a halt. Into his neck and face surged the blood, brick red. Young Grant stood before him grinning broadly. “Plumber,” he laughed. “I thought so!” “He's right,” admitted Gallantine slowly. ‘*That’s what I was. I guess that settles me here.” He moved toward the door. "Jimmy, dear,” came a voice behind him. “I like men who do things and I'd just love to have a plumber all my own.” Margery By Steita V. Kevurraan M4k¢ RY Very often comes to tea. She's a charming débutante, Frank and free. When she comes she brings along All the news; We lend our ears too ¢: We can’t refuse. gerly, I fear— The while she sips her tea, The gossip fairly drips From her lips She's an expert Movie Fan, Knows the “Stars,”” what they play; And she can imitate Or do a scene from a screen Tho’ it seems to be done lke the sun Coming up! As she lent herself— Just for fu Every time she comes to tea, Margery’s gowned in a new symphony; Groomed from head to toe so distingué, And calls us dear, and sweet, with such naiveté, We're always charmed with her— Especially in her new fur! Do happen in, some day, and see Marger. Drawn by Groce P. Surru Nurse—No, We CAN'T WALK; OF COURSE NOT. Bob—Have you Tarep mim? Nurse—Wuy, No. Bob—Wett, MIM DOWN AND TRY. How CAN you TELL “TL you Try uit? comicbooks.com