Judge, 1922-01-21 · page 31 of 36
Judge — January 21, 1922 — page 31: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three main elements: **"Orders Am Orders"** is a racist joke about Black soldiers in WWI. A chicken crosses a military road; when a Black soldier fails to halt it properly, he stuffs the bird in his shirt, telling it: "Ah'll learn you to halt when de captain says halt, yo' dis'bedient bird." The "humor" relies on stereotypes portraying Black soldiers as unintelligent and comparable to animals. **"That Makes a Difference"** is a brief officer's mess joke about miscommunication regarding table flowers. **"Polly"** is a poem describing a modern woman—athletic, drives fast cars, plays golf—but pointedly notes she won't marry ("She isn't there on porches"), apparently satirizing the "New Woman" of the 1920s who prioritized independence and activities over domestic roles. The remaining content is advertising (hotel, art books, soap) typical of magazine pages from this era. The racial stereotype humor reflects the deeply prejudiced attitudes of early 20th-century American popular media.
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—The Periscope. ORDERS AM ORDERS Hiking through the small French WHEEZES OF THE GOBS) town an ignorant chicken, unversed in | the appetites of American darkies, crossed the road in front of a colored detachment. With much zeal a soldier broke forth from the ranks and set out bellowed the officer in Both fowl and negro only charge. accelerated their paces. “Halt! Halt!” repeated the officer. The dusky doughboy made one plunge, grasped the chicken by the neck and stuffed it, still struggling, inside ; his shirt. “Here!” he panted. “Ah’ll learn you to halt when de captain says halt, yo’ dis’bedient bird.” — Pennsylvania | Searchlight. THAT MAKES A DIFFERENCE Lieutenant (roaring with rage at steward)—Who told you to put those flowers on the table? Steward—The commander, sir. “Pretty, aren't they?” — Oklahoma Sea Bag. Two farmers met on a country road, and pulled up their teams. “Si,” said Josh. “I've got a mule with distemper. What did you give that one of yours when he had it?” “Turpentine. Giddap!” A week later they met again. “Say, Si, I gave my mule turpentine, and it killed him.” “Killed mine, too. Periscope. Giddap!!"—The “Convenient to Everywhere’ RITTENHOUSE HOTE! 22d & Chestnut Sts. Philadelphia , Pa. Rooms hot and cold water @y UP Rooms with bath @«& = n bath GF Club Bre | In the Nineties—ask the laddie | of its kind in the world! ALO STUDIES 32 Masterpieces of Photographic Art ‘The complete colleétion of the celebrated ALO STUDIES, by Albert Arthur Allen, has been put into a handsome, bound volume. ‘This Art Edition De Luxe contains thirty- two photographic creations of the nude, blending the purity and charm of youth amid luxuriant settings of nature. A copy of this remarkable work, bound in leather, gold stamped, is a valuable ad- dition to the most carefully selected libra Vs iar Order your copy at once. Make yourself with the work of this eminent American artist, Leather Cloth Art Paper $4.00 2.00 1.00 cALLEN cArT StTupios 4106 Broadway, Oakland, California, U.S. A. Polly By J. S. Sarasohn LOW-HEELED, unsteeled (so eu- genic) Unique, physique (calisthenic) Tennis; rides a horse, well —you know— (See that tapestry of Juno?) Swims a stroke that fairly sizzles, Looks on clinging vines as fizzles; Flat-hipped, red-lipped, laughter mel- | low, Guileless, wileless, splendid fellow, Swings a nasty niblick, take it From Your’s Truly—she can make it Who is her devoted caddie; Ripping, gripping — “you-know-me” stuff, | Jolly—Polly calls any bluff, Always steps along at Fifty In her little speedster, nifty, Traffic coppers smile, and let her, Never even try to get her. “As in a glass darkly” Comfort Your Skin With CuticuraSoap and Fragrant Talcum Soap, Ointment, Talcum, 25c. frea of Outicurs Laboratories, Dept’? Maida dios Though Milady nearly scorches, Does she ignite Hymen’s torches? Nay! She isn’t there on porches. 29 comicbooks.com