Judge, 1921-12-24 · page 34 of 36
Judge — December 24, 1921 — page 34: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page combines advertisements, poetry, and humor pieces typical of early 20th-century satirical magazines. **"The Meg-a-the-rium"** is a whimsical poem about an extinct prehistoric giant ground sloth, describing its enormous size and tree-eating habits. It's educational light verse with no political content. **"Is All Romance Dead?"** is a joke about disappointed romantic expectations: two strangers on a Fifth Avenue bus exchange meaningful glances suggesting impending romance, but the man merely asks the woman to move over for more seat space. The satire mocks the gap between romantic fantasy and mundane reality. **"Observations"** offers brief satirical quips about marriage, gender relations, and human behavior—typical Judge fare mocking domestic life and male-female dynamics. **"The Sandman"** illustration shows a silhouetted figure (Santa Claus) against a large moon, suggesting children should be asleep. The advertisements promote medical appliances (rupture treatment, poker chips) and subscription work—standard commercial filler for the era.
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Don’t Wear a Truss Brooks’ Appliance, the modernscientific invention, the wonderful new discovery tha relieves rupture, will be sent! = trial. NOobnoxious springs! or pads. MR. C. E. BROOKS Brooks’ Rupture Appliance Has automatic Air Cushions, Binds and draws the broken n parts: together 8 as you would a broken limb. No salves. No lies. Durable, cheap. Sent on trial to proveit. Protected by U.S" patents. Catalog’ and. measure blanks male free, nd name and address today. Brooks Appliance Co., 409D State St., Marshall, Mich. NOISELESS RUBBER lnpreakaste POKER CHIPS BETTER IN EVERY WAY Sent Prepaid anywhere in U, S. on receipt of $2.00 per box 100 DIRECT SALES CO. 'Oxy¥6N.‘o" The Meg-a-the-rium By Ivy KELLERMAN REED N ancient days called Pleistocene, Before our day had come, There lived in South America The Meg-a-the-rium. His length was fully eighteen feet, His bones more massive far Than those of a rhinoceros Or elephant now are. His latter half was heavier And broader than the rest, And powerful hind-legs he had, As scientists have guessed. He sat down firmly on his hee!s And short tail thick and strong, When pulling down whole trees for food, With mighty arms and long. The roots flew up, the trunks came down, The dirt flew all around, Ah, what a sight—if men had seen,— And what a fearful sound! Turn Your Spare Time Into Cash If you have an earnest desire to make let us tell you what as sub- scription representatives for Leslie’s Weekly, Judge and Film Fun. some extra mone others are doing by acting Address Desk 2, Agency Department, Leslie-Judge Company, 627 West 43rd Street, New York City. Is All Romance Dead? By Myrell Armstrong ‘THEY sat together; total strangers, on the narrow seat of a Fifth Avenue bus. She was beautiful and conscious of it. And she felt his eyes upon her. She turned her lovely head and met his gaze. He was good to look upon, dark and virile, and in his clear eyes was a look of question and pleading. She turned away, her young blood thrilling with the premonition of ro- mance and adventure. Again she felt his longing but hesi- tant gaze fixed upon her averted face. She flashed him a fleeting look of encouragement. Emboldened, he bent towards her, his eager breath fanning her flushed cheek and whispered, hoarsely: “Say, can’t you move over, lady, and gimme some more room?” Observations By Roylston Markham SOME men finish a day’s work by setting the calendar ahead to- morrow. Any mother who objects to finding The Sandman—All right, Santa; 32 her daughter kissing a man should not wear rubber heels. The woman who never cook may never have to. A henpecked husband is always the last man in town to find it out. Beware the man who bites deeper into your plug of tobacco than he does his own. A man who snores always goes to sleep first. No man should send a written pro- posal of marriage to the feminine editor of a magazine without enclosing postage to cover the cost of return- ing the rejection slip with the MSS. The man who says that marrying for money would be the last thing he’d do often speaks truth; and doesn’t do anything afterward. learns to THE PENALTY “There goes a woman who keeps her own counsel.” “Which accounts for her being so uninteresting to her friends.” FIXING THE BLAME Judge—The last time you were here I paroled you.” Prisoner—Yes, sir, yer honor; and if you hadn’t-a done that I wouldn’t-a been back. they’re asleep! comicbooks.com