Judge, 1921-07-09 · page 12 of 36
Judge — July 9, 1921 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **"Getting Father's Consent"** (top left) is a four-panel comic satirizing changing courtship customs. It traces evolving male attitudes toward asking a woman's father for marriage permission—from Stone Age brutality (hitting her), to Victorian romance (respectful requests), to recent indifference (eloping without permission), to modern reversal where the woman dismisses paternal consent entirely. The punchline suggests gender roles have inverted to absurdity: she now treats her father's opinion as irrelevant, just as he once ignored her mother's wishes. The caption notes society has regressed "almost back to the Stone Age." **"We Quarreled"** (right column) humorously catalogs a couple's perfect compatibility—same card-game preferences, art tastes, even identical toothpaste brands—only to collapse over dream interpretation. She claims his dream of witnessing a horse-race reveals a "decadent subconscious mind"; he counters it symbolizes wealth-desire. The satire mocks Freudian psychology's then-fashionable dominance in relationship conflicts. **"Vacations"** (bottom right) uses witty parallel structure to joke that vacation quality depends on wives' appearance: attractive wives → beach vacations; unattractive wives → mountain vacations (where scenery distracts from them).
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Drawn by R. B. Furtea “THAT REMINDS ME; I'LL HAVE TO TIGHTEN MY BRAKES.” Getting Father’s Consent The Stone Age He—Are you coming over to my house to live, or have I got to clout you over the bean with this rock? She—I'll go, if you'll put my old man te sleep first. He might object. In Grandma’s Day He—Dearest, marry me and all your life shall be one grand bed of roses. She—No, love, not until you get Daddy’s consent. I'll never marry without his consent. In Mother's Day He—Honey, will you marry me if your Dad approves of me? She—You know, Harry, Father doesn’t like you, and I don’t want him to know I’ve been going around with you. He hurts when he spanks. But I'll elope with von. Yesterday He—Shall we tell the old gent, or shall pe nothin’! He'll be glad to get rid of me, and I may as well make him pay for my trousseau. Today He—Well, Kid, I'll go in and break the news to the old man now. She—Why worry about him? He didn’t ask my consent when he got married, did he? PROVING THAT WE’RE ALMOST BACK TO THE STONE AGE AGAIN. A Summer Boarder “That city girl is in raptures over the cherry trees.” saw any cherries before except in cocktai We Quarreled By Geo. B. Jenxins, Jr. THOUGHT that we were ideally suited to each other. We agreed upon the League of Nations, the proper lead from Queen, Jack and two small, when the bid was two no trump in Auction Bridge, and the correct way to make coffee. We were each fond of tennis, golf, and corned beef and cabbage. Our religious beliefs were equally vague and satisfying, my con- science had died of malnutrition and hers suffered from nomad- ism. We did not differ upon politics, or ethics, and we both possessed a keen admiration for jazz, Chopin waltzes, and Zorn’s etchings. Motion pictures to her were anathema, and to me they were as interesting as the house-organ of a_ wholesale plumbing supply house. Our taste in cigarettes, friends, and toothpastes were identical. Our views upon the object of art, the influence of the spectator upon the technique of street- car motormen, and the function of the Drawn by Cunstornen, WANK ego urge in controlling the inhibitions eused by an inferiority complex were 2stonishingly alike. I thought that our intellectual compan- ionship would continue forever. But—last night she declared that my subconscious mind was decadent because I dreamed that I had dreamed I witnessed a horse-race. I claimed that the dream symbolized a desire for wealth. And so we quarreled. Vacations ACATIONS are of two kinds—with and without pay. Also with and without husbands. One speaks, correctly, of spending one’s vacation. If one’s wife is shapely the vacation is spent at the shore. If one’s wife is not—the vacation is spent in the mountains. That is why you see so many men, especially unattached men, at the shore. Vacations at the shore consist in getting sunburned and getting over it. Vacations in the mountains consist of getting poison ivy and getting over it. In the mountains one looks at the scen- ery. At the shore the scenery is incidental. SrrapHancers Ever. comicbooks.com