Judge, 1921-09-24 · page 9 of 36
Judge — September 24, 1921 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three satirical pieces reflecting early 20th-century social attitudes: **"An Old-fashioned View"** (poem by Richard Le Gallienne): A nostalgic defense of traditional values against modern "improvements." The poet argues for appreciating nature and old-fashioned romance rather than constantly seeking change—a conservative critique of the progressive era's reformist impulse. **"Expression"** (cartoon by Tom Lalor): A brief joke about women arguing, with the caption "the fastest talker wins"—reflecting period gender stereotypes about female chattiness. **"A Vigorous Victim"** (by Herman Pomeranz): Describes what appears to be a violent assault, but the twist reveals it's actually a health institute where an obese man undergoes vigorous exercise and electrical treatment—satirizing the era's somewhat brutal approaches to physical fitness. **"A Feminine Find"** (by Herbert Hoose): Celebrates a "modern" young woman who paradoxically *isn't* modern—she avoids cosmetics, doesn't dance the "shimmy," prefers trolleys to taxis, and reads instead of eating chocolates. The satire targets contemporary "ultra-modern" women while praising traditional femininity.
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An Old-fashioned View By RICHARD LE GALLIENNE SUPPOSE it’s old-fashioned To get so impassioned Over things that so oft have been noticed before, To love things as they are, Old sun, moon, and star, And be glad of their beauty, and ask nothing more, To find the old world just as young as of yore: Not to seek to improve it, But merely to love it, Contented that April has nothing to bring But dogwood in bloom, And the violet’s perfume, And the same birds come back with the same songs to sing— Not a single changed note In each old-fashioned throat— And the same little nests and the same busy ring. And love just the same, Just the same good old game, Quite contented am I to ask no im- provements Since the old world began With a maid and a man, In spite of amendments and up-to- date movements. Yes!—a thousand times Yes!— The world as it is Is far from amiss, To “reform” would destroy it, Far better enjoy it! Expression In an argument between women, the fastest talker wins. Drawn by Tom LAtor. Errand Boy-—I" 'N’ RIGHT HERE! Grocer—WHY yr SATISFIED? “TAINT THAT, I DON’T WANT TO DO HENRY Forp out OF HIS PROFIT!” Drawn by P. L. Crospy. “No! [can’t Go, Freppie, MAMMA Says I pas: A Vigorous Victim By HERMAN POMERANZ \ MOONLESS, starless night. From the open window across the courtyard came a sudden staccato shriek, quickly muffied. Then there was a heart-pounding pause. A crescendo of moans punctuated by dull thuds. A pendant electric light with a pink shade dimly illumined the room. As it swung in the breeze, the sil- houetted figures of two men could be seen on the wall. They seemed to be frenziedly grappling at each other’s throats. A powerful man—a__ veritable mountain of a man—nude, and bronzed, appeared near the em- brasure of the window. Slowly there rose into view, firmly clenched in the man’s hand, a massive club. He held it poised at his antagonist. He vanished. A few moments passed. The only sounds heard were the labored breathing of the men, the wailing ery of a child in a neighbor- ing home, and the shrill siren of a passing river craft. A black box, like a coffin, standing on end, suddenly was visible in the center of the room. . With lightning rapidity the Her- cules opened its door, and thrust therein his victim, leaving the head, with hair dishevelled, and staring eyes, protruding from the top. A dastardly assassination! Not hy any means. The redyctio ad ebsurdum Health Institute was func- tioning. One of the obese, whose name is Legion, was exercising, wrestling, electric bathing. Puris naturalibus in excelsis! 9 NT LEAVE THE PORCH!” A Feminine Find By HERBERT HoosE HAVE unearthed, discovered, brought to light, or whatever you may care to call it. a girl of to-day who really isn’t! To be more explicit: A female of the species who is decidedly not ultra- modern! This particular find is most delect- able, with her beseeching blue eyes, and her natural reddish-brown hair drawn back from her forehead in a simple style. Her scarlet lips have never tasted a lip-stick, and further- more need no accentuating nor shap- ing. The dress she wears is a simple one-piece frock, and makes her ap- pear most chic-kenish. Whenever she down to read, she doesn’t necessarily have six pounds of chocolates for companion- ship. This girl dances very well, but doesn’t indulge in the shimmie—as far as I know. The trolley car is a suitable conveyance for her, when- ever it is necessary to be transported; she abhors taxis. If she goes to the beach, she swims; she doesn’t require a dress maker to design her suit, either. Probably this girl could “register” satisfactorily, but she has no craving for a movie career; she’d much rather watch them on the screen. To give you a more complete notion of her versatility, I might state that she speaks Greek and the language of the Poles, besides our own. And to top off these enviable, valu able, traits—she can cook! Annie has been in our kitchen for over a year now, and I have been able to study her closely. comicbooks.com