Judge, 1921-07-30 · page 9 of 36
Judge — July 30, 1921 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains **two separate pieces of satirical content**: ## "The One-Piece Bathing-Suit" (Main Article) A humorous poem by Richard Le Gallienne satirizing public debate over women's bathing attire. The piece mocks the controversy surrounding one-piece swimsuits—which exposed more of women's bodies than Victorian swimwear. Le Gallienne ridicules moralists and "blue law" enforcers (religious conservatives) who oppose the suits, treating the swimsuit debate as absurdly overblown compared to serious political matters (Armenia, Silesia, Lenin, Trotsky). The tone is playfully libertine, defending women's right to wear revealing beachwear. ## "Rules of Golf, Illustrated" (Cartoon) A single-panel cartoon by Gene Clarke illustrating a golf rule. A man in formal attire stands on a golf course with a scorecard. The joke appears to reference Rule 4(3)—a caddie cannot advise a player on the ball's location. The caption asks "Can you find it?" suggesting the visual punchline involves something deliberately hard to locate on the course. **Context**: Judge was a humor magazine; these pieces reflect early 20th-century social anxieties about changing women's fashion and public behavior.
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Drawn by Kens CuaRee Rule 4 (3) —A PLAYER MAY EMPLOY A FORECADDIE, BUT MAY NOT RECEIVE ADVICE FROM HIM. THE BALL Is. Can you FIND IT? The One-Piece Bathing- Suit By Ricnaro Le GaLiienne ARMENIA, Silesia, and such affairs of state, Lenin’s and Trotsky’s little game— such trifling things are those— Must bide their time; but there’s a thing that can’t afford to wait. The ever-burning question of our female bathing clothes: This admits of no postponing, (Though the harbor-bar be moaning!) How much she shows— And wears she hose? In fact the issue of the hour is that delicate dispute: Shail our sirens at the sea-side wear a one- piece bathing-suit? 0 “can” disarmament, and build all the battle-ships you please, There’s a more important matter I would like to bring right home, The question before us is one of dimpled knees, And shoulder-straps and bosoms white as is the sad sea-foam; Rutes oF Gotr, ILLUSTRATED Yes! the question at issue— O my darling, may I kiss you!— On every other question you may just as well be mute: Shall sirens at the sea-side wear a one- piece bathing-suit? Osacred Aphrodite—give me power to sing aright Your wave-like daughters of the wave, of slim and billowy form, And I pray thee, golden goddess, that you long preserve my sight To watch them romp there in the sea, and ride upon the storm. ‘Though Atlantic City frown on them, And women’s clubs are down on them. And ministers denounce them—do you think they give a hoot? Still our sirens at the sea-side wear their one-piece bathing-suit. And Common Sense is with them, and Health and Beauty too; Only hens and hags and so-called “men,” neither fish-not-flesh-nor-fowl, Denatured human specimens making laws described as “blue,” Upon their happy nakedness uplift their hands and scowl: ‘THE CADDIE DOESN'T KNOW WHERE Dear Aphrodite’s daugiters, Splash your whiteness in the waters, Fear nothing, though the whole police force should join the chaste pursuit; None, dear sirens of the sea-side, shall stop your one-piece suit. 7 Safety First It was a pleasant enough house in its way, but the daughters were not famed for their beauty, and their matrimonial prospects seemed remote. Still there was one young man, supposed to partake largely of the “Johnny” species, who it was thought might be brought up to the scratch. With this view the dowager asked him sweetly one afternoon: “And now Charlie dear, I must really ask you what your intentions are?” But Charlie was not such a “ Johnny” as they supposed; for he rose from his seat, bowed to his hostess and made for the door. “Madam,” he paused to reply, “I make it a rule never to have an intrigue with a married woman.” Lost and Found Column He who hesitates is lost; but she who hes- itates has never been found, comicbooks.com