Judge, 1921-05-21 · page 6 of 32
Judge — May 21, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Top Cartoon ("When a Man's in Love"):** This appears to be a humorous domestic scene showing a couple's telephone conversation being interrupted by various mishaps—vehicles crashing, chaos ensuing. The satire mocks how romantic couples monopolize phone lines with trivial conversation while causing disruption, a contemporary concern when shared party-line telephone systems were common. **Bottom Cartoon ("Tired Business Man—Nothing like Golf for Outdoor Exercise"):** This satirizes the leisure activities of businessmen during Prohibition era. The "ice" vendor (likely concealing alcohol) serves drinks to golf players, mocking the hypocrisy of supposedly "respectable" businessmen secretly obtaining illegal liquor during Prohibition. Both cartoons employ visual exaggeration to critique 1920s social behaviors and technology.
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