Judge, 1922-05-06 · page 9 of 36
Judge — May 6, 1922 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page from Judge (circa early 1920s) contains multiple satirical pieces targeting college students and social conventions: **Main Cartoon (top):** A well-dressed older gentleman encounters a woman with multiple children. His naive question—"can these all be your children?"—meets her pragmatic reply: "They're all mine. It's no picnic!" This satirizes the gap between romantic idealization and harsh domestic reality, particularly criticizing men's ignorance of motherhood's burdens. **Written Pieces:** The page includes humorous student submissions mocking courtship ("To a Fiancee"), modern fashion (the "flapper's outfit" with rolled stockings and galoshes), and gender dynamics. "The Unhappy Ending" uses dark comedy: a romantic park scene is deflated when the woman reveals she's actually his nurse, infantilizing the male narrator. **Overall Theme:** The satire targets post-WWI youth culture—particularly college men's immaturity, superficial romanticism, and obliviousness to women's actual experiences. The fashion and "flapper" references indicate this addresses 1920s social anxieties about changing gender roles.
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Drawn by CHAntes Cio, Harvard Kindly Old Gent—Well, well, can these all be Woman—They're all mine. TO A FIANCEE (WHO WANTS TO MAKE UP) By B. J. Scheinman, Harvard ‘22 WHEN whiskers grow upon my chin, And barren is my pate When grayish yellow is my And halting is my gait; When all my teeth have fallen out, And false ones do instead When I can't hear though pec And bells ring in my When my strong voice is but a squeak, And things are hard to see; When all my bones just seem to creak In some sad melody; When every breath ends in a cough And nothing | can do; When that time com T'll call this off And maybe marry you THE UNHAPPY ENDING UNE twilight. The sun has set, and a crescent moon begins to cast its silvery beams around us. We sit together in the park, and my hand is clasped in hers. | lay my head on her shoulder. She strokes my hair. skin, Suddenly she jumps up and exclaims: “It's getting late. Come. We must get back. Your mother will he worried to death.” We leave the park, and sorrowfully 1 follow my nurse homeward Joseph C. Ryan, Notre Dame, Ind. Her Attire Dimmer—-The dress that girl almost has on would make a fine belt Dummer—Yes, and her stockings would be fine hair nets. Sd. Ste na Tech. Advantage 4lky—Whatja make on that math exam? Hoyle—Eighty “I made ninety chem? “Hey, it's my time to ask you first” Joe Earnest, U. of Texas five; make in whatja It's no picnic! A Matter of Words “My father used to be a famous author, received nts a word for writ: i “That's nothin My father got ten dollars » word onc “How was that Oh, talking back at the judge.” “What did he say?” “Well, he was fined thirty dollars John L. Seyler, Amherst Drawn by Epwano Gornon Keutey, Rutgers “25 The flapper's outfit for the coming season at the beach—brilliant scarf, camel's hair bathing-suit, rolled ones, and the water-shedding galoshes. your children, or is it a picnic? THE TEST OF TRUE LOVE [ USED to worship Eloise! I thought that s w the most won- derful girl that God ever created I composed poems telling of her wonder- ful eyes and hair. I believed her to be the symbol of all notural beauty and grace But all that is over now. I stood behind her yesterday and watched her run down the street! Robert Gray Hopkin U. of Cincinnati Her Line Rho—That girl reminds me of a graph Pei—Why; because she has mean ex- tremes? “No, she has a calculated line.” 4. M. Coon, Cornell "25 A College Letter Dear Mary: I got my diploma; I got a cum laude degree. I hit my exams for a homer and now am Pete Perkins, A. B I've learned how to inhale quite ‘nobly; my shoes come from Franks, clothes from Brooks. You really would almost not know me—I'm surely some smooth boy on looks. I've learned how to dance this here toddle; on Latin and Greek I've been fed. 1 savvy this forensic twaddle— 1 tell you I'm sure college bred. And now we can go and get married. I've learned all the dope, so to speak. But one thought my pleasure has harried—can we live on thirteen a week? J Rolf Nugent, Amherst ‘23. Selfishness How many are dead? Don’t know. I waan't Practical Reporter Practical Wreck killed Phil Newill, Stanford ‘2s Why She Didn't Jane—Did you have a good time at the Prom? Betty a chaperon! MC. We had Yale, My dear, don't be silly! Sarran