Judge, 1922-06-17 · page 9 of 36
Judge — June 17, 1922 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page collects brief humorous anecdotes typical of early 20th-century American magazines. The humor reflects period attitudes: **"Educated"**: A white mistress points out dust on furniture to her Black maid "Annie." The joke relies on a racial stereotype—the maid's response ("ain't it swell to have a eddication?") uses dialect to suggest she's foolishly proud of minimal literacy, or misunderstands the mistress's complaint as a compliment about her education. **"Applied Psychology"**: Professor Thornberry Pill finds a crowded waiting room. He cleverly rushes back with his traveling bag, causing other passengers to panic-exit, thinking the train has arrived. He then sits undisturbed. **The cartoon** (drawn by W. Heath Robinson) illustrates a pyjama factory cutting room with exaggerated mechanical apparatus—satirizing industrial manufacturing efficiency. **Other sketches** ("None Present," "Plenty of Time," "Incidental Punishment") are brief jokes about dialect humor, childhood logic, and witty retorts—standard magazine filler emphasizing cleverness or foolishness. The racial humor now reads as offensive; contemporary readers found it entertainment.
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Told at the Nineteenth Hole EDUCATED THE wife of an army officer was very particular about the looks of her household. It was almost impos- sible for her to keep a maid in her service more than a few days. Finally she employed a young colored girl, who was very industrious but had a habit of forgetting certain duties about the house. The mistress believed that she could stop this by a few gentle reminders, and one day, finding a coat of dust on the parlor furniture, called the girl to her. “Annie,” she said, “look here! I can write my name in the dust on this table.” “Yassum,” replied the girl, with a broad grin, “ain't it swell to have a eddication?” APPLIED PSYCHOLOGY James Thornberry Pill, Ph.D., pro- fessor of psychology, entered the wait- ing-room at the railway station and looked about for a seat. The room was crowded, and there was not a vacant one in sight. The train had been due more than an hour. The passengers were impatient, waiting tensely for the slightest sign of the belated train. Professor Pill set down his traveling bag near the door and went up to the information window. “In thirty minutes,” the automaton behind the glass said. The professor then bought a paper, cast his eyes once more about the room in a vain effort to locate a seat, and strolled dejectedly out upon the plat- form. “Humph,” he muttered, “got a paper and no place to read it.” Suddenly a happy thought struck him. The man of theory was the man of action. “How are the royalties coming?” Playwright—They’ve abdicated! Leen arrs ails © Drawn by W. Heat Ropinson “SEW IT SEAMS” In the cutting room of a gents’ pyjama factory. He rushed back into the waiting-room, snatched up his traveling bag, and burst precipitately out to the platform again. : The effect was electric. There was a mighty scramble for suitcases and grips, and the expectant passengers all dashed outside. As soon as the room was emptied, James Thornberry Pill, Ph.D., walked calmly back, selected a suitable seat directly under the light, where he was soon buried in his evening paper. The train arrived an hour later. INCIDENTAL PUNISHMENT It was midnight. For the fifth time little Alice awoke her mother for a “dink o’ water.” “T told you that I will not go to get you a drink,” repeated the mother. “Now, if you ask me just once more I'm going down and give you a severe spanking!” Two minutes of silence elapsed, which was followed by: “Mother, when you go down to spank me now, will you please get me that drink of water?” NONE PRESENT Young Sambo Johnson was dead broke and remarked to his fellow- workmen: “Say, which one o' yo’ gentlemen gwine to loan me two bucks?” After waiting a few minutes, and no answer came, he continued: “Wat’s de matter? Ain't dar no gentleman in dis bunch?” PLENTY OF TIME A long-haired man was asked for the time by a small boy, and answered, “Ten minutes to nine.” The small boy replied: “Well, mister, at nine o'clock have your hair cut,” and ran away. The man followed and ran into a cop, who inquired why he was run- ning. “See that boy? Well, he asked me for the time, and when I told him it was ten minutes to nine he said, ‘Have your hair cut at nine o’clock.’” The cop answered, “Well, what are you running for? You still have eight minutes.”