Judge, 1922-05-20 · page 7 of 36
Judge — May 20, 1922 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page from Judge contains several satirical pieces reflecting early 20th-century American social concerns: **"It Must Be Done"** (top): Four cartoon figures illustrate feminine grooming standards—depicting women engaged in beauty rituals (hair care, makeup, bathing). The satire mocks the labor-intensive demands placed on women to maintain appearance. **"True Optimism"** and **"Different"**: Brief joke exchanges satirizing male attitudes. One contrasts pessimism with indifference; another mocks Prohibition's expected effects on longevity, suggesting heavy drinkers won't live to old age anyway. **"Happy Days" (poem)**: A sentimental piece romanticizing rustic courtship, contrasting simple pastoral love with modern urban life. **Long prose section** on facial hair: A humorous editorial lamenting the decline of beards and whiskers, attributing their disappearance to modern hygiene, business practices, and safety concerns (notably mentioning lice and the "safety" razor). It's nostalgic social commentary on changing masculine grooming standards. The page reflects pre-1920s American concerns with modernity, gender roles, and social etiquette.
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IT MAT Specklessness Is next 40 Godliness brated to the love-call in the dim ante- diluvian days. Yet, whatever the why of the wear- ing, worn they were — sometimes braided, sometimes curled, sometimes in spade-effect; now in a fringe-like halo around the general countenance, now with just the plain and natural hanging-drop. The cut of the whisk- ers usually followed that of the reign- ing king; but now and then a monarch with whom nature had been nig- gardly in things hirsute, intro- duced shaving, and for a time the “bears” ruled in whiskerdom, but usually the children of Taurus were in ascendance. But the sun of destiny has set for whiskers. Here and there a feeble few remain, but how unlike their bold and wiry progenitors! As the forests of Lebanon they have wasted from the land. Modern methods of business and sanitation have sounded their knell. In this gasoline age they have become a fire-risk which no insurance company may willingly assume, hence the subtle swish of the “safety” has laid them low on many a fair and pro- ductive field. With the coming of prophylaxis, the cautious cootie has lost his lair, and the mendacious mi- crobe no longer lurks with assurance and safety in the umbrageous depths of a perennial frontispiece. Verily, Esau has departed from us. R. I. P. TRUE OPTIMISM “You're a pessimist, Shep, and think the world rotten.” “Oh, no; I know it is. And, being an optimist, I don’t give a hang.” Painful tL ts to me - Qut Rald I willnot be! DIFFERENT “Prohibition will have far-reaching effects.” “You bet it will. In the next cen- tury we'll never hear of a man a hun- dred years old who drank bootleg stuff all his life.” Drawn by J. K. BRYANS “If you don’t marry me, I'll drink myself to death.” “Don’t be. silly. can’t afford it.” You know you Goap of tho Evening”! Reantiful Coap! Happy Days By Stokely S. Fisher H ME! lover And you a gypsy in calico, No happier heart the broad cover! When I was a rustic skies We hunted the nests of partridge and plover And knew where the shyest wild flowers grow— Ah me, when I was a rustic lover! Your brown hands knew but the sun for glover, Your feet had never felt silk; but oh, No happier _ cover! heart the broad skies Like bees in the bloom my tranced dreams hover In the garden-glades that charmed us so, Ah me, when I was a rustic lover! Oh, to live with over! If back to it all I could only go, No happier heart the broad skies cover! you the old days If a fairy would grant us one wish craved of her, What should we ask? know! Ah me, when I was a rustig¢ lover, No happier heart the broad skies cover! Oh, well I comicbooks.com