Judge, 1921-09-03 · page 13 of 36
Judge — September 3, 1921 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis: Judge Magazine Satirical Content This page contains three separate humorous pieces satirizing early 20th-century social attitudes: **"The Flappers' Error"** (main cartoon): Young women ("flappers"—the modern, liberated women of the 1920s) are tricked by two men at a beach resort. The men invite them into an expensive scarlet motorcar, but it's not theirs—they're conning the girls into the wrong vehicle. The satire targets both the flappers' superficiality (easily distracted by material luxury) and the men's disreputable behavior. "Flapper" was period slang for independent young women who rejected Victorian propriety. **"A Barnyard Epic"**: A mock-heroic poem about a rooster and hen's pride before slaughter, moralizing that even animals don't foresee their doom—commentary on human vanity and fate. **"Maybe So"** (small cartoon): A cynical joke about modern theater being unable to kill off all characters (unlike classical drama) because audiences would enjoy it too much—dark social commentary on contemporary dissatisfaction. The "Near-Sighted Puritan" caption mocks prudish attitudes about women's fashion and smoking.
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Near-Sighted Puritan—I KNEW IT! I JEST SAYS TO MYSELF, “A GIRL THAT'LL DRESS LIKE THAT WILL SMOKE CIGARETTES.” A Barnyard Epic By F.S. THE rooster might Because he’d just been in a fight, And all but he were slain. crew with all his The hen minced by and cackled low, For was he not her bestest beau This victor of the fray? With heads cocked high up in the air, They strutted round the farmyard fair, And lorded over all. Until one fine, warm day was seen A farmer lad with ax so keen, Approaching on the scene. “This pair of fowls so large and fine | Is what we need on which to dine This coming Sabbath day.” So with his ax he chopped until, The proud rooster and hen were still, Upon the soil so brown. Thus ends my tale of pride which shows, That e’en poor chickens do not know Which way the ax will fall. Drawn by G. B. INWwoop. The Flappers’ Error By HERBERT HOOSE A POWERFUL, attractive, scarlet = motor car was standing beside the curb at a beach resort. Two over- dressed young men were leaning carelessly on the wall beside it. Drawn by CLIFTON MERK. “DID YOU LIVE WITHIN YOUR INCOME IN YOUR PROSPEROUS DAYS?” “NO, LADY, I'VE LIVED WITHOUT IT.” 13 The people promenading on the walk, all stopped to admire the car. Two giggling flappers swung past staring insidiously to either side of them. They were captured by the beauty of the big machine. “Like to take a ride, girls?” queried one of the young men who had been resting on the wall. They both nodded in the affirma- tive, and proceeded at once to climb into the monstrous automobile. “Here—here! Where are you go- ing? This is my car,” shouted the young man, pointing to a dinky little thing that was parked in the rear of the big one, and that comes f. o. b. from Detroit. “Hard luck,” tumbling out. “Wrong vamp, honey,” laughed the other, following suit, and to the wait- ing owner of Elizabeth, they both shouted: “Nothing doing”! said one giggler, Maybe So “The old dramatists used to kill off everybody, but we can’t now. It wouldn’t be a happy ending.” “Oh, I don’t know. Try it. of people would be pleased.” Plenty comicbooks.com