Judge, 1921-06-18 · page 6 of 36
Judge — June 18, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page contains three short stories/satirical pieces rather than political cartoons: 1. **"The Language of Love"** by Charles T. Rogers satirizes courtship among the wealthy elite—mocking their pretensions about culture, their flirtatiousness, and their obsession with status markers (high-brow tastes, aristocratic preferences). The humor targets shallow upper-class romance. 2. **"Requited Love"** by Katherine Newlin presents a character named James Herbert who loves nature but is corrupted by human society and materialism, losing his authentic connection to the natural world. 3. **"The Dread Evil"** and other brief vignettes appear to be social commentary on contemporary issues, though specific references are unclear without additional context. The overall tone satirizes American social pretensions and moral contradictions of the era.
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Leaver W. OPPORTUNITY TO OPENLY AND lack something. People would not trust it Our signs ring with sincerity. They seem to mean what they say. They scem to have been dashed off by the painter on the job. Why, people would pay no attention whatever to a perfect “ FRESH PAINT” sign. Not over cne person ina hundred pays any attention even to our naive “fresh pA. signs, but it is that hundredth man or woman that we are after. He or she is worth saving! If we save one frock coat or one evening gown, our signs have more than paid for themselves on any one paint ing contract I can say to the general public that when you see a “fresh p Aint’ sign, look out there is pretty sure vo be fresh paint in the vicinity. And to the young man sta life I hope the moral is clear: get an idea and stick to it—like fresh paint. ting out in Requited Love By Katuerine Necury AMES HERBERT loved Nature when he was a boy. He gloried in sunsets, storms and sunshine; he was interested in everything that grew, from a tree to a blade of grass; he liked animals from the king of beasts to the tiny ant; and he was attracted alike by pebbles and precious stones; but he soon realized Nature had been used to being worshipped by man for thousands of years and gave nothing in return. He was allowed one pet, a cat. The cat permitted him to stroke her and was en- thusiastic about being fed, but when his family moved, she elected to remain with ERS. AFTER YEARS OF BLICLY RESIGNED HUMILITY, SEIZES HIS FIRST DEFY WIS WIFE the new family where she was permitt her cushion and bowl of milk He centered his heart on his family, but soon his father and mother passed on, and his brothers and sisters thought only of their own families. Then he marricd and was happy for awhile in the regard of his wife and their friends, but business reverses came and his wife and friends alike grew cold. His children married and forgot him in their own homes and hapy ‘ow he is a wanderer, old and poor, but he was never so happ’ in his life, for now he has a friend in whom there is no shadow of turning—a dog. Insick- ness or health, with a crust or with plenty, in sunshine and sorrow, his dog is loyal, true and faithful unto death. ness. Corroboration Doctor—1 find noth- ing organically wrong, Madam. Your trouble is mostly functional. Mrs. Van Klymber—1 suspected, doctor, that I was attending too many social functions. Engaged “TI find she accepted me out of pique.” “How come “Her father refused to buy her a pup. The Language of Love By Cuartes T. IGH-BROW pair, he-débutantes, Fussers both, at every chance; Strong for culture, aromatic, Delicate—aristocrat Rocers Strolling, chance to meet two femmes, Coy demeanor, rarest gems; Neither one a common chicken; Smiles flirtatious—casy pickin’ Complications now ensue; Damsels fair don’t parlez-vous. French? Have to answer sign with sign. Russian—Spanish—doesn’t matte Dreamy eyes preferred to chatter. Eyes of blue, and eyes of brown On parade, all over town. Chests expanded—cocky: stride, Maidens tripping on beside World is rosy—skies are bright; Fussing party, sure, tonight des—dinner bids; unces—frowning lids; Evening sh Worried Education fast progresses Blondey thus Brunette addres: “Good Gawd, Maggie, ain’tcha got gotta date enough of these saps? I tonight.” “You tell "em, kid, I gotta stomach-full Ain’t this been a helluva day? , Le's g The Dread Evil “Smith had an accident yesterday. Dropped a quart bottle of whiskey in the street.” at wasn't an accident. It was a catastrophe ee ene | comicbooks.com “Mais non.” German? “Nein.” D M pr he