Judge, 1921-08-06 · page 5 of 34
Judge — August 6, 1921 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains various short humorous sketches and jokes typical of early 20th-century satirical humor. The main cartoon (bottom) by G.B. Iswood depicts a woman stepping on a well-dressed man's foot in a crowded space, with her apologetic caption: "Pardon me, Madam, I believe you are standing on my foot!" The surrounding text includes brief comic dialogues on everyday situations—a woman questioning a doctor's X-ray recommendation, discussion of circus "freaks," a child asking to play piano during mourning, and a beggar's bad luck. These represent gentle social satire mocking middle-class etiquette, medical pretension, and changing entertainment standards. No specific political figures or events are referenced. The humor relies on irony and social observation rather than topical commentary.
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tail rsty | in me- the git own use ” to nes, him fer hen the nar’ ase hen ear lew ing HE Drawn by ART HELFANT. “He Forcot HIMSELF.” Farewell, Ye Freaks! He American circus magnates have issued a decree against “freaks” in the show business. The wild man, the bearded lady, the living skeleton, the fat woman, the rubber man and the snake-charmer have been relegated, so far as the obsolete side-tents are concerned, to eternal oblivion. May we fondly hope that this is a sign of the times? Pos- sibly the hour is at hand when freak poetry, paintings, carvings, dances, social panaceas, and other contem- porary monstrosities, must follow the side-show stars into that land where it is always after-dark. And with all these variegated undesirables may go, perchance, those infant musical and literary prodigies whose genius will never mature unless they spend the next few years outside the lime- light, where there is sleeping and cutting of teeth. A Favored Mortal The Mendicant—Could you help a poor homeless guy that ain’t got a dollar nor a friend? Old Multirox—Not a friend? No one to tell you disagreeable things for your own good? Noone to touch you for a dollar? Man, you don’t know your luck. Her Sense of Fitness Little Ethel had lost her grand- father. A few days after the funeral she asked her mother if she could play the piano a little while. “No, dear, don’t you know that we are in mourning?” her mother re- plied. “Well,” insisted the disappointed child, “I don’t think it would be wicked if I only played on the black eys.”” Different Ways “Oh,” giggled the frivolous dam- sel to her beau, “you just ought to see my arms. Mamma told me not to go bathing so much, but I just would, and I got tanned away above the elbows.” “That’s nothin’,” put in her small brother, who was sitting gingerly on the edge of his chair, “Mamma told me not to go bathing, too, but I didn’t get tanned on the arms.” And the small boy received the usual bedtime hint. What Hurt Dick—Wonder what made Patty ery so when the doctor took the X-ray? Dolly—She was afraid he would see how naughty she was inside. Liquid Measure Nipp—How far is it to the next town? Chauffeur—About three flasks. Drawn by G. B. INwoop. Guarding Her Reputation Mr. Longsufferer—Can’t you broil a steak without burning it? I can’t eat burnt steak. Gladys, the Cook—Sure, I can. But if your missus sees me caterin’ to your appetite I’m afraid she’ll think I’m tryin’ to vamp you. Heave Ho! The mystery of the missing ships is not as heartfelt as the loss of the old five-cent schooner. Mint and Thyme Patron—Have you saved me any old coins lately? Deceiving Teller—No. I haven't run across any for some time. I think they: musta quit making ’em. Sure Thing “Do you think women have a sense cf humor?” “Sure thing. Look how many of them are wedded to jokes!” “PARDON ME, MADAM, I BELIEVE YOU ARE STANDING ON MY FOOT!” 7 comicbooks.com