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Judge — September 3, 1921 — page 22: Judge, 1921-09-03

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This page comprises humorous short jokes and a cartoon rather than political satire. The content reflects early 20th-century American domestic life and professional concerns. **The main cartoon** ("An Adept in Zoology") shows a father identifying an animal fur. The joke plays on the father's inability to identify the beast—he knows only that it's "the fellow who takes mama to the movies every Saturday night," implying the mother's social activities with another man. **The text jokes** mock various professions and social situations: a boy whose father wrestles with Sunday newspapers (relatable domestic humor); a professor too meticulous for journalism; an artist's model writing memoirs; gallery labeling errors; and advertising that demands pretty girls without substance. The recurring theme is incompetence or absurdity in work and domestic life. The page primarily offers lighthearted entertainment rather than pointed social criticism—typical of Judge's miscellaneous humor sections aimed at middle-class readers.

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THE DELIRIOUS SocIETY REPORTER —tThe brids is a woman of wondrous fascination and remarkable attrac- tiveness, for with manner as enchant- ing as the wand of a siren and a disposition as sweet as the odor of flowers and spirit as joyous as the caroling of birds and mind as bril- liant as those glittering tresses that adorn the brow of winter, and with heart as pure as dewdrops trembling in a coronet of violets, she will make the home of her husband a paradise of enchantment like the lovely home of her girlhood, where the heaven- toned harp of marriage, with its chords of love and devotion and fond endearments, sent forth the sweet An Adept strains of felicity that ever thrilled the senses with the rhythmic puls- ing of ecstatic rapture.—Ishpeming (Mich.) Iron Ore. A Bic Jos—“Well, my boy, is your father at home?” asked the Sabbath- day caller. “Yes, sir,” was the boy’s reply. “Is he busy?” “Is he? I’ll say he is! He’s up- stairs wrestling with the Sunday paper!”—Yonkers Statesman. Lacks SPEED—“Prof. Diggs is a laborious student.” “Yes?” “He won’t write a single paragraph for an encyclopedia without consult- ing a dozen authorities.” “He may be good at research work, but he’d never make a police court reporter.”—Birmingham Age- Herald. in Zoology iF Nice our . Uh TO THE MOVIES EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT. NAME, BUT HE IS Le Rire (Paris). “Where the Weary Are at Rest’’ Gosta TornegriaT us “IF YOU CAN'T FIND ME A LODGING, GIVE ME A JOB IN YOUR OFFICE SO THAT I CAN, AT LEAST, GET A BIT OF SLEEP IN THE DAYTIME.” —Striz (Stockholm). Poor Sturr, BuT—‘Another art- ist’s model is writing her memoirs.” “Poor stuff, I dare say.” “Yes, but the illustrations are good.”—Birmingham Age-Herald. Harp To TELL—Art gallery attend- ant—This picture is labeled “Ready for the Bath’—shouldn’t it be “Ready for the Ball’? Official—Hm!_ Lay it aside and I'll confer with the artist—Boston Transcript. ART IN ADVERTISING—“I wish you’d get me up « pretty girl adver- tisement.” “All right.” “I simply want to bring the name of my firm before the public.” “What do you wish to feature?” “Nothing.” “Um. I can’t draw a pretty girl wearing that.”—Louisville Courier- Journal. FILIAL SoLicitupE—“Are you go- ing to the theatre this evening, Mrs. Frisber?” “Yes. I have great confidence in my daughter’s judgment. She has found a play she thinks it would be quite proper for me to see.”—Birm- ingham Age-Herald. IN BILLVILLE—“An’ you say it took that artist two weeks to paint this little picture?” “Shore did!” “Well, all I’ve got to say is, he’s too slow for this settlement. I could a’ painted two houses an’ four barns in that time, an’ not be half tired.”— Atlanta Constitution,