Judge, 1921-05-28 · page 6 of 32
Judge — May 28, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two unrelated items: **Top illustration** (by Gluyas O. Rex): A theatrical sketch showing a man at a desk with theatrical pictures, and a woman in an elaborate costume covered in decorative items. The caption indicates this is about someone deciding to pursue theatrical life, with a note that "references" should be considered—apparently a commentary on someone choosing show business despite practical concerns. **Bottom illustration** (by Cesare I. Gambe and A.C.): Shows a domestic scene where a man appears to be discussing vacation plans with a woman in bed. The caption jokes about affording a diamond and platinum ring when the couple "can't afford" a vacation—satirizing middle-class financial priorities and conspicuous consumption over practical needs. Both are mild social satire about impractical spending and life choices.
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Drown by Ganpven O. RB Ex-Stenographer (who has decided for the theatrical life}—Axo REFERENCES? Booking Agent—Not at Att, MY DEAR YOUNG LADY, NOT 4 THEM SHOWN, Noiselessly I tiptoed to the bureau and seized my fly-swatter that good old Remington swatter that has so well served me on my previous expeditions. My wife prefers a folded copy of the New York Times Book Review Section, which she finds to be the most deadly of all newspapers. Thus equipped. we entered the dark recesses of the cedar closet, moving with the utmost stealth. It was a dark, dank place. There was a smell to it; the familiar odor of camphor, moth balls and hellebore—the winter diet of the dreaded lepidoptera. Everywhere we cn- countered the spoor. Here and there we came upon the larve busily engaged in boring their way through priceless articles of adornment. But we were after a big head. A specimen fit for mounting. Gradually we closed in, and finally, at a signal from me, my wife shook my favorite golf suit Our skill was rewarded, for out of concealment rushed not one lepidopter, but a flock, a herd, and blind with terror they dashed straight at me. Courageously I held = my ground. Retreat, as a matter of fact, was impossible, but I must admit that through my head ran tales of accidents to hunters, stories of sportsmen tiampled to death, tossed on high, ripped limb from limb by the infuriated beasts. However, I did not falter. I struck with unerring aim, and one of the monsters bit the dust. He was a yearling cub. This sudden attack threw the band into confusion. Hither and Drawn by Curaten 1. ( “Bur, sy DEAR, IT's At KNOW WE CAN'T I THOUGHT PERHAPS We thither they fled, but the old bull of the herd was wary and he flew straight for the hall. I rushed after him, for the spirit of the chase was in me. w to still-hunt the lepidop tera is not dangerous, but once they take to the open, the hunt er’s life is in peril. Over the bed I went, destroying an expensive and lamp. But the blood lust in me, I threw another shell into my swatter and fired the old tusker whirled past my bureau. I missed him by a hair’s-breadth, but I completely destroyed a glass eight-day clock. Then to- gether we charged into the hall One lunge and I slid on a rug clear down the front stairs, spraining an ankle and dislocat- ing the cartilage in one knee. The old rogue attacked me at this point, but I beat him off with a piece of expensive bric-a- brac. I hurled it blindly at him, diverting his charge and shattering a costly mirror. The fury of this combat was indescribable and in spite of my determination he probably would have escaped except for my wife who screamed, “Quick, Milton! He’s gone into the library.” By this time, sweat was streaming from me, my lungs were bursting, my swatter was broken, and in the struggle my clothes had been torn to rags, as you can see by Mr Cooper's illustration Into the library I ran suact I HAVE TO SHOW ANY T aut! Just—er—consiper And there he was. URD TO SET YOUR MIND ON A DIAMOND AND PLATINUM RING WHEN AFFORD IT COULD DO WITHOUT OUR VACATION THIS YEAR.” 6 comicbooks.com