Judge, 1922-02-25 · page 4 of 36
Judge — February 25, 1922 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three distinct pieces: 1. **"Gleek's Mistake"** (top): A sketch showing a man being kicked out a door while women watch. The story describes George, a nervous labor leader and football captain, caught fixing a leak after union hours—and now a mob has come to lynch him. The satire targets union rigidity: even a leader performing necessary home repairs violates union rules, making him a target for mob violence. 2. **"Rubaiyat of the Automaton"** (left): Verse mocking automated restaurant systems that dispense food via cabinet mechanisms. It satirizes the novelty and impersonality of mechanical dining—diners must shake mechanisms to get meals, creating frustration rather than the promised convenience. 3. **"The Attraction"** (bottom right): A brief anecdote about a pastor noting unusual congregation attendance, which his wife attributes to two women wearing new hats—not his sermon.
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Gleek’s Mistake By Mary P. Chappell 1) EORGE GLEEK was the nerviest lad in his class at school. He captained the football team, led the town riots, and was acclaimed a leader by fellow students He never knew fear. At forty-five, George was Grand Master of the Affiliated Plumb- ers of America. On the eve of a big strike all the men marched down the street towards his home. As George stepped out on his porch a sea of faces and thunder from a_ thousand throats greeted him. George was their leader, and they had come for him And yet for the first time George knew fear. He had been caught fixing a leak in his house after union hours and the mob was there to lynch him. AS WE HAVE IT NOW She—Be careful of your chilblains, father “Dobbs is creating a tempest in a teapot.” . “He'd better lay off that home-brew Rubaiyat of the Automat stuff!” By Thomas J. Murray SHAKE—when the cabinet fails to open up And show the waiting pumpkin pie or cup— Custard, or whatever else you crave; Perchance your cash is short and you must sup. fear the slightest increase in their weight, And merely toy with food, then watch Some and hate Their robust vis-a-vis, who uncon- cerned Attacks the heaped-up thousand on his plate. Our freedom tasies like tonic mountain air, When we no longer have the waiter’s stare To pierce us if we do not come across With tip that would have bought one more eclair At times we tread the aisles with bal- anced food, And meet the blunderer who never could Pass us without collision; then, alas!— Our apple tapioca’s not so good We hail the system as a novel treat, An innovation and a quaint conceit; How strange to feel we're waiting on ourselves, For such a deal at home, we'd storm and bleat THE ATTRACTION “The congregation seemed unusually attentive this morning,” remarked the pastor. “Don't flatter yourself that your sermon had anything to do with it,” replied his wife. “Two of the ladies . . in the choir were wearing new hats.” The Effect and—the Cause.