Judge, 1922-05-20 · page 5 of 36
Judge — May 20, 1922 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two distinct pieces: **"The Story of His Life" by Katherine Metcalfe** satirizes wealthy Willie Jones, depicted as a privileged man who always had more money and possessions than his peers. The accompanying illustration shows Jones with a woman, mocking the shallow materialism of the idle rich who amass art collections primarily to display wealth rather than appreciate art. **"Mirth Control" by Anthony Euwer** is a poem satirizing birth control advocacy. It mockingly addresses different "boobs" (fools) who support birth control through various hypocritical motivations—seeking social status, avoiding embarrassment about having children, or maintaining selfish lifestyles. The cartoon illustration shows a woman decidedly rejecting domestic life and motherhood as incompatible with her modern desires, presenting birth control as liberation from traditional female roles.
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Drawn by H, J. HoLs@anen “Guess I'd better be going. eleven o'clock.” ; “My! How time flies! it was twelve-thirty.” It's I thought Mirth Control By Anthony Euwer AFE you the boob who likes to go To see a funny music show, And though you've paid three dol- lars flat To sit exactly where you're at— All comfy in the orchestra, You never lend your good ha-ha? Instead, you dare the man whose chaff Makes others roar—to make you laugh! You'd rather eye this comic cuss— Immobile and impervious; You wouldn’t flinch to save your soul, For you believe in mirth control! Are you the boob who likes to be “Wished on” a jovial company Where stories new and stories old Are told—while you sit clammy-cold With long-trained poker-face That shuns emotion’s slightest trace (Unless your twitchless skin should deign A grin that is akin to pain)— But not a laugh to save your soul Since you believe in mirth control! Are you the boob who, though you see The funny thing that’s meant to be— You wouldn't let your neighbor know You thought it so; you’d rather go Cowled in your cloakings taciturn, And strangle joy before it’s born— Or ever laugh—so help your soul— Since you believe in mirth control! The Story of His Life By Katherine Negley WHILE JONES always had a little more money than the other boys of his age, and he knew to a penny just how much he had. Will Jones always had more money saved out of his salary than the other young men of his age, and he knew to a dollar how muchvhe had. William Jones had more money than the other men in the early thirties, and he vigorously denied the amount the authorities said he had. Mr. Jones, middle-aged, merely esti- mated his wealth. Old Bill Jones bought all the art treasures of the country and let the people guess what he was worth. Drawn by Rovext PATTERSON. You might as well give up! existence. 3 FINALLY GOT RESULTS “Was that anti-fat treatment your wife took any good?” “No, it was a fake.” “But your wife looks thinner.” “She is. She worried so over losing her money that she lost flesh.” PASSIVE “Why don’t you reform? The women are out to make the world better.” “I'm the raw material.” CAME NATURAL “Did that cubist artist inherit his gift?” “Presumably. His grandmother was a great hand for making crazy-quilts.” She has absolutely decided to stop this idle, social ‘an’t you see she’s all ready to rough it? comicbooks.com