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Judge — April 23, 1921 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains satirical commentary on courtship and character, typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine humor. **"Ballade of Ladies' Love"** is a poem mocking materialistic romance. The repeated refrain—"The gink with the mazuma cops the frail!"—translates roughly as "the guy with the money gets the girl." The narrator recounts losing his sweetheart to a wealthier, older rival, then being dumped when his money runs out. The satire targets both women's supposed mercenary nature and men's naive belief that charm or emotional appeals matter in courtship. "Mazuma" (slang for money) is the only currency that matters. **"The Cruelty of Love"** presents a contrasting narrative: a man infatuated with an innocent-seeming young woman discovers she's a kleptomaniac who steals his valuables—particularly his Revolutionary War documents—then destroys them. He spanks her for it. The accompanying illustration shows him confronting her about missing gloves. Both pieces reflect period attitudes: cynicism about female materialism and the acceptability of paternal corporal punishment as character-building discipline.
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