Judge, 1922-09-09 · page 5 of 36
Judge — September 9, 1922 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two distinct pieces: **Top Cartoon:** "No Pleasure Without Pain" depicts a prize fighter bent over in apparent agony before a crowd. The caption suggests the fighter is injured during a match, with his opponent telling him to "lean up a bit, Ted; you're hurting my left arm." This satirizes boxing culture and the physical toll on athletes. **Lower Section:** "An Osteopath's Petting Party" is a comedic dialogue between Paul, a young man, and Catherine, a woman Paul is courting. The humor relies on double entendres about her physical ailments and treatments. The osteopath character diagnoses her with various complaints, leading to awkward romantic banter about her body and posture—typical early 20th-century humor playing on pseudo-medical pseudoscience and courtship customs.
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n by GuBert WILKINSON An Osteopath’s Petting Party A secluded park bench on young osteopathic do his Phe hour is 10 p.m, which are lent, H Catherine Sedgwick. daylight saving time. Pauw (holding his hand over the place where heart should be): Do you know, Catherine, Pye had the queerest feeling in my fifth interspace all CATHERINE (slightly concerned): Mercy, Paul! You're not sick, a What is your interspace—your Pau (his voice “becoming softer and It’s where heart is, dreamier): my Catherine. Carnertne (affecting still more con- ou haven't heart trouble, have But it is You art trouble organic. should know who caused it, too. CaTuerine (innocently): 1 Paun: Yes, you! (Paut’s arm steals determinedly around her waist. He's a fast worker, this boy—but then, he has been to osteopathic school, you know, CATHER- INE appears almost unconscious of what is happening. Pavw’s hand may be seen to pause at the far side of the lady's waist. It seems to have discovered something.) “NO PLEASURE WITHOUT PAIN” Prize Fighter Faintly to Challenger—Lean up a bit, Ted; you're hurting my left arm. CATHERINE (She seems to have some kind of a disappointment.) you ought to be better at figures t Paut (confirming his diagnos it’s your seventh. Here, Tl adjus a minute, Stay perfectly still, dear. (as Pact “adjusts” it.) There! T guess that feels bette Wonderful thi pathy, isn’t it? CATHERINE (doubtfully): Y-ves. And you DO know such a lot about it! Paut (His hand steals slowly to her neck.) What a beautiful skin you have! what's th Are you ever troubled with headach Caruerine: Yes, sometimes. Paut (emphatically): Well! No won- der! Your sixth cervical is out of joint. uffered Oh an I, Say, Qe > Dear—! CatnertnE (Does she really lean slightly towards him?): Yes, Paul! Pauu: Your sixth rib is “out”—or is it your seventh? “NECESSITY IS THE MOTHER OF INVENTION” “Madam, can I interest you in a mechanical cook?” Tl ha be scare your ne Catnerine (looking at him with some alarm): Oh—must you? We were hav- ing such a pleasant time! Paur: You'll feel ten times better. It doesn’t hurt a bit. No danger at all. Sit perfectly still now, let your head com- pletely relax. (Why, the girl’s neck is snapped before she knows it.) There no more headaches! (He has just noticed that Carurrine’s skirt is slightly exposing a rounded knee.) Catherine! Did you know CarnertNe: Horrors! is out of joint, is it? Paut (slightly discomfited): just going to remark what shaped patella you_have. mind my saying so, I hope? Carnerine (She seems to have become more reserved): Oh, no! 1 of people have said the same thing—differently. Paun (He's such a fast worker, in fact, that he can't postpone it any longer) Catherine, dearest! I love you! Will you marry me when T finish my course at college? And we'll start out in life together. Catnertne: Paul, I really do like you. But I couldn't ever think of be- ing your wife! You make me feel too full of bones! e it right.in a jiffy. Now, don’t ‘atherine. I'm going to crack Nothing else No—Iwas beautifully You don't se He—Why are you sighing? She (aetat thirty-five) —I'm thinking of the laps of years. comicbooks.com