Judge, 1921-12-31 · page 7 of 37
Judge — December 31, 1921 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# "Evolution of the Doctor's Rig" (1922) This page from *Judge* satirizes the persistence of social problems despite the new year. The main cartoon at top shows the "evolution" of a doctor's vehicle from 1791 (horse-drawn carriage) through 1906 (early automobile) to 1922 (modern car), suggesting technological progress while implying doctors' fees remain constant—a commentary on how modernization benefits commerce more than ordinary people. The text below, "The Same Old New" by A.H. Folwell, hammers this theme: New Year's resolutions are futile because society's fundamental issues (poverty, inequality, corruption, disease) never change. The accompanying short jokes mock human foolishness and miscommunication, reinforcing the cynical message that nothing genuinely improves—we merely cycle through the same problems with fresh calendars.
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The Same Old New By A. H. Folwell EW YEAR, is it? Well, let’s see. Same old stuff, it seems to me. Same old evils, same old rights, Same old quarrels, same old fights, Same old bonds and same old shares, Same old bulls and same old bears, Same old fevers, same old chills, Same old dope and same old pills, Same old grippe and same old flu— Gosh, what a gall to call it New! New Year, is it? Maybe so. I am from Missouri, though. Same old laughs and same old cry, Same old cost of living high, Same old handshakes, same old guff, Same old flimflam, same old bluff, Same old jokes and same old sobs, Same old income, same old jobs, Same old don’t and same old do— Gosh, what a gall to call it New! New Year, is it? On your way! Don’t spring stuff like that to-day. Same old sun and same old rain, Same old pleasure, same old pain, Same old ebb and same old flow, Same old games to cop the dough, Same old greengoods, same old sharks, Same old simps and same old marks, Same old false and same old true— Gosh, and they dare to call it New! TWISTED Crabshaw — The critics say your story of life in a small town is a won- derful delineation of character. Penfield—They must be wrong. Four different fellows out there claim to be the hero. FINAL SETTLEMENT Crawford—Naggsby and his wife have been holding a conference. Crabshaw—Yes, he’s agreed to a home-brew and hooch holiday if she'll scrap the piano and phonograph. JUST WHAT THEY WANTED Two commuters were coming to town one morning. “Say, Bill,” said one, “what's good to kill slugs? They are eating up all my radishes.” “Well,” said the other, “get a couple of bags of salt and sprinkle it between the rows.” The next morning the two met again. “How did the salt work?” Bill asked. “Why, you poor fish,” replied the other, “when I went out to look at the garden this morning, the slugs were pulling up the radishes, dipping them in the salt and eating them.” MICROMETER MEASUREMENTS A foreman told one of his men, who could not read, to get him the measure- ment of a piece of pipe needed to com- plete a line. On his return he said, “Well, Tom, how much does it take?” “As near as I could make out, it takes two lengths of this hammer handle, two bricks, and one tenpenny nail.” comicbooks.com