Judge, 1921-04-02 · page 8 of 32
Judge — April 2, 1921 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three distinct pieces of satirical humor: **"I Stayed Two Months"** (left): A man escapes sophisticated New York City seeking a "simple country girl" untainted by urban sophistication. The joke's punchline arrives when this supposedly innocent farm girl immediately asks for cigarettes and complains about Prohibition—revealing she's just as modern and vice-prone as any city woman. It's satire on the futility of romanticizing rural simplicity. **"A Practical Question"** (top right): A woman accepts a marriage proposal but questions whether she's loved for herself or because she's the man's cook. It satirizes both gold-digger anxieties and the precarious economic position of working women. **"No Time to Lose"** (bottom right): A man justifies heavy drinking by noting Prohibition enforcement could begin "any minute," suggesting people were stockpiling alcohol before the law's implementation—likely referencing the imminent 18th Amendment (Prohibition began 1920). All three pieces mock social pretenses and contemporary anxieties of the era.
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Drwen by BW. Keane “You'Lt Get MIT, CADDIE, IF YOU STAND THERE.” I Stayed Two Months = gi By S. Gorvox Guawir LEFT New York with a feeling of intense relief. I was surfeited with it. I hated its blasé sophistication; its atmosphere of ultra experience. I longed for the simple life; clean, wind and sun-caressed vistas, farmhouses, cows, chickens, streams; in fact, all the things one finds in the rural back- wate Yes, and I longed—actually longed to talk toa girl for once who hadn't seen everything in town, didn’t know everything there was to know, hadn't been in every café and roof garden throughout Manhattan, hadn't a dozen beaux or crazy fads of some other didn’t smoke or drink to appear devilish and look at one with the stare of a child—in which, somchow, there lurked the wisdom of the ages and the boredom of satiety. What I longed for was a country girl—a fresh, simple, healthy, unspoiled, sweet country lass—such as, I imagine, my mother must have been. I left the train at Hoopville Junction, and I could have shouted with glee—it was as rural and simple as a Movie - only this was real. And at the farm house, where I was to spend a vacation of ten days, 1 found —Her! She was as sweet as the heart of a rose, shy, gingham-gowned, she simply nodded to me when I was introduced, smiled, then waited upon us all at the table. Ididn’t eat much. I couldn't. [had found perfection! Food wouldn’t go down my throat because my heart was in it at the time, After supper I strolled out into the glowing twilight, dream- ing of Her. At some distance from the house, I sat down on the fence along the road and lit a cigarette. Then, I saw her walking down the road toward me—alone. My heart started turning somersaults. She smiled as I lifted my hat, then seated herself on the fence beside me. “Hello, Bud,” she said. ‘*Slip me one of your cigarettes—" m—won't get mine until tomorrow, by mail. really true you can't buy a drink in New I've run out of Listen, old thing, is York any more?” Who Can Blame Her? Ella—Wouldn’t you like to see yourself as others see you? Stella—No, I'd like to look better than that. A Practical Question By Kexxetn Axonews “LOVE you, and I want you to be my wife,” he said earn- estly “Lhave no doubt that you are a gentleman of honor, Regi- nald,” she replied. “But a girl in my position can mever be quite sure that she is loved for herself alone. Ah, Reginald, girls like me are envied, and pampered, and flattered. You may think that all our wishes are gratified. But there is always that little haunting question: Is it for myself, or bec my position? Don’t misunderstand me, Reginald. 1 don’t mean that you have any ulterior motive in asking me to become your wife. But you did know that I was planning to leave you, and I wish to be frank. I must ask if you are pro- posing because you hove me, or because I am your cook and you don’t want to lose me.” No Time to Lose “I'm afraid you're drinking a great deal more than is good for you.” “IT know I am, but doggone it, they're liable to start enforcing this prohibition law any minute.” “Lorby, BUT DAT BALL BOUNCE MOS’ A MILE HIGH comicbooks.com