Judge, 1922-07-22 · page 22 of 36
Judge — July 22, 1922 — page 22: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces of satire: **"Moonlight Rapture"** parodies romantic poetry by contrasting flowery declarations of love with physical discomfort—the speaker's hair gets in the lover's mouth; his knee becomes paralyzed. It mocks overly sentimental Victorian romance language. **"Millennium"** by Stan Beck presents an idealistic utopian vision where people are virtuous, religions coexist peacefully, and society operates on mutual aid rather than profit. The poem then deflates this fantasy, concluding that humans remain "cavemen still at heart" despite claiming civilization—a cynical commentary on 1920s society's lack of moral progress. **Brief jokes** include one about a burglar alarm that ironically keeps the owner awake, and a reference to "little Lorena Trickey from Oregon" becoming a jockey (likely a contemporary news item). The photograph at bottom shows what appears to be a domestic or poverty scene, captioned with a child asking about "summer resorts"—highlighting economic inequality. Overall, the page satirizes romantic pretense, false claims of civilization, and social hypocrisy.
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horse blankets will be wore elaborate. S ‘the gr) : Moonlight Rapture by Gee See H, Love, yon lumined moon Doth know the passion that we feel; His rounded face brings all the spring That flows from out the South! (But move your head a bit, I pray, Your hair gets in my mouth!) Dear heart, your fairy form Doth surge my throbbing pulse to bliss! Its warming nearness to me here Makes love immortalized! (But shift you just a bit, I pray, My knee is paralyzed!) tas Biggs—How does your new burglar alarm system work? Jiggs—Fine; but the burglars keep me awake all night long now. PIs Agatha—Any reason for not knowing your next door neighbor? Harriett—None, except that they live next door, Neg iw S sa. Jot of envy "whose ahged?* ! hh a7 + © eae, bes mn Keccae Norse shoes ull ‘be altered Now that little Lorena Trickey from Oregon has qualified as a jockey, we hasten to get down a bet Soldier—I just had a talk with the General. Other Soldier—What did he say? “Get to hell out of the way.” Millennium by Stan Beck LAST night on Fancy’s wings I soared unto a distant sphere Where men were clean in thought and aim—subservient not to Fear; Where women were their equals and no slave-bound token wore, And who—in love from passion freed— their viceless children bore. None wrangled on the merits of con- flicting foolish creeds; Religions never meshed them in their tangled thorny weeds, For all obeyed one simple rule: To live the best they can And consecrate their talents to the hap- piness of Man. So he who aided others, from all others gathered aid— And ev’ryone, from high to low, in coin of love was paid; And each one labored at his best, nor thought of worldly pelf— And each, in helping some one else, was lifted up himself. And all was happiness and peace—no squalid slum defiled— Each home a haven of delight to woman, man and child; The minds of all that wondrous race were tuned to love from birth So that no evil deed could find a foothold on that earth. * #- # And this I knew a vision was (a futuristic view) Of this our world as ‘twill be in—a mil- lion years or two!— For we who think we're civilized are cavemen still at heart;— We've got a mighty lot to learn!—sup- pose we make a start? BAF “How do you think a warmer climate would suit me, doctor?” “Heavens, man! That’s what I’m trying to save you from.” Pas “Conklin is a four flusher.” “What makes you think so?” “He pretends to understand interpre- tative dancing.” “Say, ma! 20 What’s a summer resort?” comicbooks.com