Judge, 1922-09-16 · page 12 of 36
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# "Told at the 19th Hole": Judge Magazine Satirical Stories This page from Judge presents three humorous anecdotes targeting different social groups through exaggeration and stereotype. **"The Ninth Green"** mocks wealthy country-club golfers' sense of entitlement, depicting a greenskeeper secretly moving a flag to give the club owner a better score—highlighting class privilege masquerading as skill. **"The Loon Recipe"** ridicules rural/Southern ignorance through Uncle Augustus, who describes cooking a loon by boiling it with a flatiron until the flatiron is "done," implying the bird becomes edible only after the iron cooks through—absurd logic presented as rustic wisdom. **"The Court Trial"** relies on racist caricature of a Black defendant named Zeke, portraying him as emotionally simple and grateful for courtroom attention. The judge's patronizing permission to ask questions, and Zeke's inability to formulate any, reinforce stereotypes of Black inferiority and docility. These stories exemplify early-20th-century satirical humor targeting class pretension, rural simplicity, and racial stereotypes—reflecting period attitudes now recognized as offensive.
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Edwin Levick. AT THE Pomonock Country Club, 4% Flushing, L. L, recently, the writer and a friend, guests of a member of that club, playing a three: The approach to the ninth green is led from certain points of view, but the writer's drive hooked enough to grant a full view of the green when he stood over his ball to make his approach shot. ‘The cup was at the back of the ren and a workman walking towards it when he made his shot. ‘The ball landed well on the green, near enough to the cup to be fairly sure of going down in two puts for a par four. My friend, the other guest, had a similar shot, made with similar results. Our host stood where he could not see the green, and after waiting until we both had played, made his shot. We watched his ball drop on the near edge of the green, roll a few feet and stop. We then saw the workman calmly pick up flag and tin cup, walk to the near edge, and neatly and quickly make a new hole, poke in the tin cup, and firmly plant the flag therein—all within two feet of our host's ball!) Whereupon, an extremely unlikely four became a “birdie” three for him, while sure fours for us finally resulted in fives!—Van Dyk MacBrive, Yountakah, Nutley, q were ome. ce . the sage of the 1 in conversation with one of the young hunters who was enjoying the good ducking. ‘The young hunter wanted something about a loon. “Ye never see a loon?” Augustus in amazement. “No,” replied the young did. Are they good to “Yes, they’re good ter eat, if you know how to cook ‘em. You see, you put the loon in a kettle of boiling water and set in on the stove. Then you drops a flatiron in it, and when the flatiron is done, th’ loon is ready ter eat.” x T IS hard to eradicate the smile of the average Southern negro or dampen the to know asked Uncle ian, “I never spirit of his friendliness toward the people with whom he comes in contact and toward the world at large. This attitude was clearly and humorously. illustrated in a recent court trial at Hillsboro, N. C. Silas, a slim, black, well-dressed negro lienating the affections e being a big, “ging negro of the more stable type. attentions became known, When his Silas had gone away but had finally been brought back for trial. ‘The evidence showed conclusively that Silas was guilty, and the lawyers had handled the cross-examination in a way to show that Zeke had cause to be, and actually heartbroken. — Undoubt- edly he had the sympathy of jurors and the whole court gathering. When the examinations had been fin- was, ished, the judge turned to Zeke and asked: * » you have any questions you would like to ask Si Hubby—Did you get Norah to clean the spot out of my golf suit? Wifey—No, I did it myself. girl, she can’t bear the smell of gaso- line since that chauffeur jilted her. Poor 10 The great open space that links one to Baltusrol Golf Club, Baltusrol, N. J. “No, sah, Boss, don’t know as T has,” plied. 1e court gives you permission to ask any questions you want to, so take the opportunity if you desire.” Zeke cleared his throat. Tain’t seen yo’ in a long time. yo’ folks?” J° aside by three fla tickets before him. it, he got his ticket for the s them. After several turns appeared who asked the audience: “If there are any girls present who could love me, please stand?” Jones was quick to seize the opportunity, “Will you let me out plea Whereupon the. girls Jones then sat down again. The » seeing the girls standing we “Well, Silas, How’s all ey while getting a ticket for a ‘audeville show, was rudely brushed pers, who got their As luck would have next to median ah audier into convulsions. “ At AN old-fashioned revival where new converts were jumping to their feet to “testify,” one brother rose again and again only to be forced out by a more fervent witness. At length, much embarrassed after popping up and down in an effort to gain attention, he got the floor. “Brethi he shouted, “I feel like the little rooster who got among a drove of nervous mules in the stable. ‘Gentle- men, gentlemen,’ cackled the rooster in an amiable falsetto, ‘let’s not step on each other!” tte A CHEF with an inflated opinion of 4% his worth to the hotel where he was employed went to the proprietor with a request for more money. ‘Threatening to quit the job if the raise was not forth- coming, he said: “What would you do if I was to leave you flat “Why, my dear fellow, what would I do if you were to die suddenly?” “In that case 1 suppose you would have to do without me.” “Well, consider yourself dead from now on.”