Judge, 1921-08-13 · page 11 of 36
Judge — August 13, 1921 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis **Main Cartoon (top):** A stoker (ship's furnace worker) emerges from below deck surrounded by officers in white uniforms, quipping "Well, well! And where's St. Peter?" The joke satirizes the contrast between the grimy, hellish conditions of lower-deck workers versus the pristine upper ranks—suggesting the stoker has literally emerged from hell while the officers inhabit a heavenly realm. It's social commentary on class hierarchy and working conditions. **Text Content:** The page contains various short humorous pieces typical of Judge's satirical format: - "Mercenary Margie" mocks a woman who values commercial viability over romantic poetry - "Indigestible" satirizes Bolsheviks (Russian communists) through a cannibal allegory—coded as dangerous/unpalatable - "Cave Country Politics" jokes about rural political corruption and distrust - Other brief quips about optimism, romance, and labor relations **Overall:** This represents Judge's characteristic blend of class commentary, anti-communist sentiment (timely for the 1920s Red Scare era), and gentle social satire targeting American types and behaviors.
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Drawn by Water De Maris. Stoker (coming up for air, and observing the array of white)—WELL, WELL! AND WHERE’S St. PETER? Egg View News-Notes By LESLIE VAN EVERY LEM BUSHNELL, our marshall, who got a low, tight hold on a big weed yesterday and jerked it from the earth before he was all ready, strongly suspicions the presence of somebody in this neighborhood with an air-gun. As long as Ote Gimber’s barn gets its annual coat of paint free of charge, Ote will openly oppose any movement for the abolishing of to- bacco. The Road to To-morrow An optimist is an auto driver who doesn’t carry a spare tire. A pessi- mist is the driver who happens along just after the blowout. He Took the Hint He—If I should kiss you, would you scream for help? She—I certainly should—if you re- quired any. Mercenary Margie By J. M.C. p sto a song I poured the gold And silver of the moon, The dreamy glow of stars in June, Glories too precious to be sold, Into a song for Margie— For Margie, with ears of shell— A fair maid, a rare maid, A maiden I loved well! Unto my song of songs I brought Ripple of fields and sway of trees, The dancing of the seven seas, Measures too free-born to be bought, Unto a song for Margie— For Margie, with ears of shell. “A sweet song, a nea‘ song,” She said, “but will it sell?” Indigestible Cannibal Chef—Will Your Maj- esty eat the Bolshevik? Cannibal King—No, my doctor told me to abstain from red meat. u Cave Country Politics Mr. Skinpants—I s’pose you know I’m a candidate for County Assessor? I reckon you won’t turn your back on an old pal like me, huh? Mr. Multiskins—Y ou bet I'll never turn my back on an old pal like you. You’d be likely to jab a spear in it. Hard Luck Knick—What made you delay your trip to the country? Knack—After the trunks were all strapped I found I was, too. Not Elevating “Did you ask the boss for an in- crease?” “Yes. But he didn’t even raise my hopes.” Generosity with a Vengeance Wife—I am going to the beauty parlor and will need ten dollars. Huhby—Here, take twenty. ~ comicbooks.com