Judge, 1921-05-07 · page 12 of 32
Judge — May 7, 1921 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This Judge magazine page contains three distinct pieces: **"The Wind Complains of the City"** is a poem-cartoon lamenting changing women's fashion. The wind personifies itself as a mischievous force that once lifted women's skirts to reveal ankles—considered risqué and titillating in earlier eras. Now that hemlines have risen (likely 1920s flapper era), the wind has lost its power to scandalize. The satire mocks both the wind's nostalgia and, implicitly, society's prudishness about female legs. **"A Blessed Companionship"** is sentimental prose about the author's mirror—a companion that reflects both literal appearance and moral truth, preventing vanity and encouraging self-care. **The remaining shorts** are brief humor snippets: one questions whether humans need appendixes, another jokes that a cork-screw business thrived during Prohibition, and a final item jokes that a maid-of-honor hogged camera lenses at a wedding, preventing identification of the groom's best man. The overall tone reflects typical Judge satire: social commentary mixed with domestic humor and gentle mockery of contemporary manners.
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