Judge, 1921-08-13 · page 28 of 36
Judge — August 13, 1921 — page 28: what you’re looking at
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This page collects humorous short pieces from college humor magazines, satirizing early 20th-century social life and attitudes. Key content includes: **"Our Short Story"**: A banker's moral comeuppance—he gambles away depositors' funds, then the bank's own money, yet somehow ends up owning the bank anyway. The satire mocks financial corruption and ironic injustice. **Gender/Dating humor**: Multiple jokes mock women's vanity (forgetting to rouge both cheeks), dating protocol (how long women keep men waiting), and marital discord (wives who "throw straight" when throwing objects at drunk husbands). **Academic satire**: A law student offers "free legal advice" as courtship currency; jokes about co-education and women's supposed inferior logic ("intuition"). **Cost-of-living commentary**: One poem criticizes war profiteers amid post-WWI inflation concerns. The overall tone reflects college-era sexism and cynicism typical of 1920s satirical publications—mocking both social pretension and serious issues through irreverent wordplay and caricature.
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Our Short Story Bank for many, many years, be- fore he discovered one day that there was in his soul a deep passion for gambling. At first he withstood the temptation that came with the dis- covery; but a day finally came when he could no longer resist. And so he 4 gambled. He gambled until his sav- ings were gone, then he borrowed. When his creditors became pressing, he took the bank’s funds and gambled more recklessly than ever. For a long time he did this. Now he owns the bank.—Jowa Frivol. Speaker—WHEN THEY TAKE WOMAN YAY FROM THE CO-EDUCATIONAL COL- , WHAT WILL FOLLOW?” Voice from the audience—I WILL. —Amherst Lord Jeff. Embarrassed I longed to tell her, and yet my tongue clove to the roof of my mouth; would she understand, I wondered? I had known her but a scant month, and yet I felt as though I had known her for months, aye for years, and yet. ... How can one tell a woman that she has forgotten to rouge both sides of her face?—California Pelican. The Poet I loathe him. I am a beautiful woman. . . . The title of the love sonnet was: “Lines on Eleanor’s Face.”—Black and Blue Jay. GNEOUS had been cashier in the THAT DOG HAS THE ceton Tiger. Proof You can’t prove a thing By the length of time She keeps you Waiting in the parlor Before she trips down. But a pretty sure index Is the length of time She permits you To keep her waiting After you have both said: “Good-night.” —Pennsylvania Punch Bowl. Just the Same “In what respect are women like universities?” “Intuition.”—Notre Dame Juggler. “WHAT HAVE YOU TO OFFER MY DAUGHTER IN CASE I GIVE MY CONSENT?” “WELL, I’M STUDYING LAW SO I SHALL BE ABLE TO OFFER HER FREE LEGAL AD- vicE.”—Boston Beanpot. 28 Literally True Brown—That new cook of ours makes everything out of the cook book. Derby—Then that must have been one of the covers I tasted in the pie last night.—Cornell Widow. A Sure Shot Two jags were returning home after a big spree lasting nearly all night. “Don’t your wife miss you on these occasions?” asked one. Not often,” replied the other, “she throws pretty straight.”—Teaas Scalper. — ——— “DROPPING A_COURSE.”—Washington and Jefferson Wag-Yag. Little Tulip Lithping Perthival lotht hith drag by getting up at the Little Mother’s Club meeting and thouting: “I move the nomination be clothed.”—Wil- Uiams Purple Cow. Yeah Prof—Would you call the last decade of trouble in Mexico a civil war? Stude—Wadda you mean, “civil”? —Missouri Showme. Profit-tears No man or woman can deny That cost of living’s very high, But ’twill go down in coming years, If we will shed some profiteers. —Boston Beanpot. me we th nis