Judge, 1921-09-17 · page 18 of 36
Judge — September 17, 1921 — page 18: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains two satirical pieces: **"An Intimate Friend"** (top): A short story mocking male social pretension. Harold boasts to stranger Mr. Wessington about his intimate knowledge of dancer Constance Ordsley, casually dropping derogatory details about her age and marriage. The punchline reveals Wessington is actually Constance's husband—Harold's gossip has backfired spectacularly. The satire targets men who perform superiority through false familiarity and loose talk. **"Ballade of the Balkans"** (right): A poem about European diplomatic attention focused on Balkan cities (Belgrade, Sophia/Sofia, Bucharest, Gallipoli, Varna) during a period of geopolitical tension. The verse suggests these minor Balkan locations command disproportionate international concern—likely referencing early 20th-century Balkan instability and great-power competition. **Bottom cartoon**: Shows a woman frustrated trying to open a window while a man outside (labeled "Fresh Air Fiend") stubbornly resists, satirizing obsessive health-fad advocates.
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An Intimate Friend By LOLITA ANNA WESTERMAN “OH. Harold, you're late!" the 7 hostess chidingly greeted the young man. “Constance Ordsley is just about to liven up my little par with one of her famous Gre dances.” “How wonderful!” answered Har- old in a bored voice as she led him across the reception room and smil ingly introduced him to a very dis- tinguished looking gentleman—a Mr. Wessington. After a few moments of aimless chatter the hostess left the two alone and conversation languished until the famous dancer made her appearance on the little improvised stage. Nice girl,” observed Harold. “That vo?" remarked Mr. Wes- sington. “You know her?” “Yes. Known her for years—in- timately,” drawled Harold. “Fancy that!” murmured the other in astonishment. “Yes—nice enough. but awiu slow. Only the other day I wa ing. to her, ‘Connie, how does \ husband stand for all this pep?’ Sarcasm, you know, but she never got it “Oh—she'’s married then?” “Yes. Not a particularly brilliant chap, but nice enough. They don’t get on so awfully well. He was tell- Drawn by Ro Bo FULLEs. “Come ovt o° THERE! THat’s wien T KEEP MY NEW BASEBALL!” ing me the other day that he was getting tired of her.” “Is it possible! She’s so young too.” “Oh, Connie never did show her age. You wouldn’t think she was over thirty, eh?” “Not re ! Well-——well!” “Her husband was telling me yes- terday—” The dance was over. Mr. Wessing- applauding vociferou And soon the hostess approa . her n tucked through Constance Ord- she wonderful?” The question was addressed to Wessing- ton. “Superb!” breathed the man rap- turously, then turned to Harold. “Oh —Constance, have you met Mr. Grant?” “No—I haven't, dear.” She bowed graciously. “My wife, Mr. Grant,” added Wes- sington, dryly. Ballade of the Balkans By A, McK. BROWN | ONDON, a mighty queen is she, 4 And Paris proud as debonair, Rome houses deep diplomacy ; Tokio has at least its share; Madrid, they say, does not despair, And Washington ordains the West; But all of these regard with care Belgrade, Sophia, Bucharest! There's that about Gallipoli Surpassing bulk, and in the glare Of spotlights Varna seems to b Kustenje draws full many a stare; Little Lespidile’s rich and rare In these rich times, and none will jest With J . while they're watching there Belgrade, Sophia. Bucharest. \head In spite of the fact that Adam came first, it is polite to say: “After you” to a woman. Drawn by CALVET SMITH. Fresh Air Fiend—AWFULLY NICE OF YOU TO OPEN THAT WIND we se as I “ALL THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WalIrT.” T COULDN'T BUDGE IT!