Judge, 1921-06-18 · page 29 of 36
Judge — June 18, 1921 — page 29: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page features multiple satirical comic strips and jokes typical of early 20th-century American humor. The main illustration depicts "the man who used to go out between the acts"—a theater patron who would leave during intermissions, likely to visit a bar or conduct business, a social custom now largely obsolete. The accompanying jokes mock various contemporary concerns: postmen's low wages, automobile culture and roadside establishments (emerging businesses), men's grooming choices, women's materialism, and traffic enforcement. "The Essential One" joke satirizes drivers' real priorities—avoiding police tickets rather than actual road safety—reflecting early automobile anxieties and tensions between new traffic laws and driver behavior. The humor assumes reader familiarity with these social practices and frustrations. The overall tone is cynical about modern life, commerce, and human nature—typical of Judge's satirical stance toward American society.
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Draven by Masectos Witttases ‘THE MAN WHO UstD TO GO OUT BETWEEN THE ACTS. Slow but Sure “Tam sick of life and have just about degided to end it all.” “Well, you might get a job as postman and starve to death.” Where the Traffic Is Jasper is making a mint of money out of the automobile roadhouse he opened He has the best situation within last year. a hundred miles.” “On the main road, I presume?” “Better than that. It’s ona detour.” Lip Service Mr. Neverwed—1 should think you'd shave off that brush. You'd look ten years younger Mr. Pecwee—1 know it, but my wife thinks I can raise enough to make her a transformation by the time she needs one, Figure of Speech North—Don't you think Miss Daringly has a wonderful figure? West—I don’t know; how much is she worth? Cleared Up Voung Son—Father, what is ennui? Father —Ennui, my son, is the complaint of those who have nothing else to complain about. The Essential One “T suppose I'll have to study up on the traffic rules,” said the man who was learn ing to drive. “There's only one rule worth bothering about,” replied his instructor, “and that is: ‘Keep your cye on the cop.’”