Judge, 1921-08-13 · page 7 of 36
Judge — August 13, 1921 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis **"The Rescue"** (top): A humorous story about a young couple, David and Gertylyn, whose romantic encounter is interrupted by Gerrish, a man apparently under hypnosis who floats in the air. The satire mocks early 20th-century courtship etiquette—David is embarrassed by his own passion (modest men wore high collars and long trousers), while the persistent floating intruder becomes an absurd obstacle. The joke satirizes both romantic propriety and the era's fascination with mesmerism/hypnotism as a pseudo-scientific phenomenon. Eventually they solve the problem by hiring Prof. Morpheus (a pun on Morpheus, god of sleep) to wake him. **"Long Distance Moving"** (bottom): A cartoon by Paul Reilly showing a tiny car attempting to pass a large moving truck, appearing impossibly small by comparison. This is visual humor about the frustration of highway driving—the optical illusion makes passing feel impossible and absurd.
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Drawn by Garver O. REA. THE RESCUE. ing in his sleep—smiling as at a custard comedian, or at a Presby- terian minister telling you a funny story, with rich chocolate eyes. Now, no decent ma: can fuss much with a flapper before spectators, es- pecially when the above is hovering just under the ceiling, amongst the chandelier. David couldn’t. He spoke spicily of the indelicacy of the visitor. That silent spectator got on his epigastric nerves. But when David climbed up on a table and jabbed at him with a broom, Gerrish only floated plain- tively away into a corner. David next turned the fire extinguisher upon him. Gerrish, though soaked, only dropped drips like sad tears all over the red plush furniture and Pomeranians. Gertylyn was now as angry as David. All the evening she had been trying to break the endurance rec- ord, and Gerrish had interrupted a 23-minute kiss. Something must be done about it, even if they had to put fly-screens in the windows to keep Gerrish out. This went on for a week, when David had a severe attack of intel- ligence. “Why, the bird’s asleep!” he ex- claimed. “He’s dreaming. I often do queer things in dreams. We must wake him up.” But it was impossible. A bunch of fire-crackers set off inside the grand piano failed to awaken the somnambulist. Jazz on the phono- graph was equally no good. David, while Gerty hid under the sofa, told lively limericks for an hour—he re- cited recipes for home brew—sure to give over 5 per cent. kick—still Gerrish, snoring mildly, reposed qui- escent in midair. Poked at with lighted cigarettes or punctured with hat pins, Gerrish dreamed on, wafted to and fro by currents of air, like the smoke from an old lady’s pipe; till at last Gerty- lyn got used to him, kind of, and proposed that they recommence their childish pastime. But men are more modest than women nowadays—their trousers come way down to their ankles, their collars go clear up to their necks. David was so embarrassed that his lips fairly trembled upon hers. Then he uprose and pounded the table till its legs ached. “I have it!” he yelled, “Gerrish must have been hypnotized! I'll get my old uncle, Prof. Morpheus, to wake him up—or down!” And so it was that, towards mid- night the whiskery hypnotist arrove. One snap of his thumbs—Gerrish sank to the floor and stared about him. Thoughtfully David kicked him downstairs, and returned to a very pressing engagement with Ger- tylyn.... For months Gerrish besieged the hypnotist in vain. Prof. Morpheus refused to hypnotize him again. Why, for all he knew, the boy would be snooping into the 13th story win- dows of female seminaries next, and getting all tangled up in the tele- phone wires. Or getting lost in chimneys. Or somebody might take him for a loose angel and shoot him. But alas, when you’ve once ac- quired a taste for levitation, it’s harder to get it out of your syster iii rr LONG DIS Drawn by Paut REILLY. As Ir SEEMS WHEN You’re TryiNc To Pass THAT TRUCK AHEAD. comicbooks.com