Judge, 1921-07-16 · page 31 of 38
Judge — July 16, 1921 — page 31: what you’re looking at
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This page contains light, whimsical content rather than political satire. The top strip by Merle Johnson shows a simple domestic joke: Tommy Kat buys a hat to start the spring season cheerfully, but it causes escalating problems—he forgets it, loses it, and it costs three dollars to fit his large head, ultimately proving "a bore." The bulk of the page features "Four Rhymes About a Rhinoceros" by Cyril B. Egan, a humorous poem treating the rhinoceros as a paradoxical creature—simultaneously comic and fearsome, powerful yet comically frustrated by ill-fitting clothes (baggy pants, tight suit). The verses are playful wordplay emphasizing the beast's absurdity. The bottom comic strip by Clifton Meek titled "'Moving' doesn't always mean a better home" depicts a round creature attempting to relocate its belongings, apparently failing comedically. This is **children's humor and light verse**—no political figures or social commentary are evident. The satire, if any, is gentle and fantastical, focused on amusing animal antics rather than contemporary issues.
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ERLE JOHNSON ommy Kat BouGHut HIM A HAT To START THE SEASON GAY— in May Four Rhymes About a Rhinoceros By Cyrit B. Ecan I (His Queer Nature) CRAGGY creature, Gar-gan-tu-an, Gothically grotesque: A tragi-comic relief in the cosmic arabesque; Now filling with mirth, Now thrilling to fear— With his comical girth, With his nose like a spear; Amammoth Toad that speeds likea Fox: Old Rhino is a Paradox! II (What Makes Him Wild) How Creased The Beast! His Suit— Poor Brute— Doesn’t fit abit. Wherefore, If he roar -—-shsh iy But suabEs oF CHEESE! Wuo’s THAT HE SEES IN FRONT OF HIS OWN HOUSE— A Mouse! ALL THAT. pone! And ramp and rage, And stamp the floor Of his iron cage, Well, let him— Don’t further fret him! Drawn by Cuartes Hucues “SPEAK FoR iT, Fino!” And please don’t laugh, You silly calf. Wouldn’t you be angry and ill at ease, If your Pants were Baggy around the Knees; Forcot THE HAT, THE PRICE— Its SEASON SCARCE BEGUN—IS. It’s VERY SAD; THREE DOLLARS ADD To FIT HIS BIG HEAD SORE— A BORE. If tailored sloppily and in haste They failed to snugly hug the Waist? O give the Beast a Safety-Pin, That he may tuck his Trousers in! Ill (His Final End) His Freezing Point is Rather High: If Breezes blow a trifle colder— This Pachyderm will Rockify Intoa most Fantastic Boulder. Iv (Old Joke— New Tune) When I gaze upon the Rhi- noceros And his visage So terrible, Ludicrous, Quaint— Like the Stew at the Zoo, I mutter Prepos’erous!— Sush Ridikilis Animil Cain’t Be And Ain't! Drawn by Curtox Meee ’ DOESN'T ALWAYS MEAN A BETTER HOME. 31