Judge, 1921-08-20 · page 15 of 36
Judge — August 20, 1921 — page 15: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three separate satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"Detained at the Office"** depicts how telephone calls from work affect different women: an unmarried woman sleeps through it indifferently, a newlywed becomes upset enough to leave her husband, a servant grows angry, and only an older married woman (Mrs. Hardy) accepts it gracefully. The satire critiques modern workplace intrusions into domestic life and suggests that only women in stable, traditional marriages handle such disruptions with equanimity. **"A Suggestion"** mocks the "Trophy" (likely a specific contemporary award or cup design) as outdated, humorously proposing it be redesigned as everyday objects—a shaving mug, kitchen pot, or umbrella—rather than a formal ceremonial cup with handles. **"Cooking Justice"** and **"Local Color"** are brief joke panels: one jokes that judges become irritable because detectives drink confiscated alcohol evidence; the other quips that ants have made outdoor picnicking unnecessary by infesting home refrigerators. The Chester Gade illustration shows a courting couple in an arbor, accompanied by birds and decorative animals—typical decorative accompaniment for romantic content.
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Z Y \ | VW vu VY “Detained at the Office” By IRENE VAN VALKENBURG KVELYN yawned tremendously and reached out one slender white arm from under the mass of frilly bed-clothes. ‘‘Ye-es?” she drawled into the telephone. Instantly an irritated frown puck- ered her smooth brow. “Is that what you disturbed me for?” she angrily demanded. A second later she was deep again in untroubled slumber. In the apartment across the cor- ridor a two weeks bride hung up her telephone, shed a few hysterical tears into a tiny handkerchief, and packed her suitcase to go home to her mother. In the bride’s kitchen Norah, by the day, rattled the receiver hook viciously. “D’ye hear me? I tell you, you won’t, neither! I’ll be home at four o’clock!” In her luxurious boudoir, in the city’s most expensive apartment ho- Drawn by Cuester 1. Garpe. “Coy tel, Myrtle Grace listened attentively at her telephone. “Well, Doodleums dear, I'll see you in the morn- ing, then,” she said. Then, softly, sweetly, she called a number of her own. Only old Mrs. Hardy, in the little cottage on the suburban corner, mur- mured gently into the telephone mouthpiece, “I am very sorry, Hor- ace. I will have some hot coffee for you when you come in,” and sat all evening and brooded over a richly blessed, well-lived marriage. A Suggestion By Marig ELLyson Geo? Milords, reform the Trophy —the cup with two handles. It has rather too much of the past for these quiet days! Make the thing like every other fellow’s Shaving Mug or like the honest Kitchen Pot or like an Open Umbrella—that’s pic- ws >\~ WAS DONE BY THE SECRETARY OF WAR.” turesque and clearly says, “Come out in the rain and chirp with me!” Or, as a design, how about the Gourd? In mythology, I think, it is associated with one Jonah—which might appeal to Scholars. And even the Stock Exchange would respect such a symbol—if no allusion were made to the Fable. But in any event reform the Trophy. Why a cup with handles? Why a cup! Cooking Justice Lawyer—The Judge seems to be peevish, to-day. Court Attendant—I don’t blame him. That’s the sixth booze case he’s tried, so far, in which the detectives drank all of the evidence! Local Color Rub—Have you been picnicking yet? Dub—Hasn’t been necessary; the ants got in our refrigerator! comicbooks.com