Judge, 1922-10-07 · page 5 of 36
Judge — October 7, 1922 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis The page contains two distinct elements: **Top cartoon** (by Gilbert Wilkinson): A sketch showing a woman with a perambulator and child observing a boy on a cart pulled by what appears to be a donkey. The caption depicts dialogue about the boy being "frightfully keen" and lacking a penny—a reference to children's poverty or working-class street life in early 20th-century Britain. **Main story** ("A Heavy Day at the Office" by George Mitchell): A humorous narrative about Bill Briggs, a stockbroker, navigating office chaos—telephone interruptions, staff complaints, and client demands. The satire targets the absurdities of office bureaucracy and the demands placed on middle-management figures during a typical business day. Both pieces appear to offer light social commentary on class differences and workplace frustrations rather than political messaging.
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wen by GILBERT WILKINSON WOMAN! Edith—She seems to be frightfully keen on that boy! Doris—Yes, I know. got a penny in the world! Isn’t it absurd with a kid who hasn't A Heavy Day at the Office by George Mitchell NE handsome morning, promptly at ten-thirty, Bill Briggs of Briggs, Briggs and Briggs, three America’s most astute stockbrok hounded into his curly birch and sati office. -e wore a smile and a p of tan. His cheery * echoed through the cori nused the society girl who ving psychology from. the switch- board of Bill’s set of telephones. He flung his bag of golf clubs to the waiting office caddy—one Buddy Stokes who worked for Bill during the week that he might “go round” on Sundays. In anticipation of s heavy work, Bill took down the re r from its hook and told the psychologist that he wanted Steve Watts of Watts, Watts and Watts. Having thus set the wheels of commerce in motion, Bill buzzed and Buddy Stokes popped through the doorway with the bs in hand. put those clubs? Oh, there aid Bill and taking a club—a new driver—from the bag stanced all over the Axminster. He swung. He smiled. He was in form. He thought “d go round in 120 to-d: The telephone cut in on a perfect iron shot: “Hello.” He frowned. “Try him at his home.” Impatiently he hung up and resumed his stancing. A LANGUID | stenog strolled —non- i chalantly into the room and, through her gum lisped something about dictation. Bill's frown deepened. Sparrowface answer these I'm busy. The girl mincingly meandered from the room, but for her perfume, forgotten. The telephone tinkled merrily, spoiling a fift foot putt. Linpatiently Bill jerked the instrument to him: ‘Dammit. Try the club.” Reaching into the bag he uttered an “Tell Mr. Isenglass I “Have Mr. letters... imprecation: want him.” Bespectacled Mr. Isenglass made hasty, if nervous, entrance. “Ise ass” (Bill is in deadly earnest), “Tsenglass, run over to Faldings and get me a dozen golf balls. Don’t take any- thing they give you. I want the purple spot. Hurry. And say, Isenglass, get the cash from Miss Peppernuckle and tell her to charge it against advertising. Beat it!” englass sneaked away on his errand like a burglar’s accomplice. 3 NCE more the telephone summons With radiant face he takes receiver: “Hel That you, Steve? 1s Bill. Yeah. In haf. fanour. Tied up this morning. Get y ina few minutes. "Slong.”” ‘0 Buddy, Bill complains: “Whereinel’s Isenglass? Sent him for halls. Oughter be back an hour ago. she is. Come on, Isenglass. Wasser- ater?” Isenglass hands him a package, mut- tering something about purple spots and goes. In feverish haste, the balls are stuffed into the | ‘» Buddy, Bi “Didja call me A smile overspre him. down the Is the caddy’s face ‘orn: Vhatteryou gettin® Nwelve dol Nell Isenglass to “Thank you, sir.” “And f anybody: calls, tell “em I'm in conference. He descends to the w “Hitter up. I’m late. The machine frolicks forward and Bill sits back with a yard-wide smil “[’'m gonna beat Steve so bad to- he'll swap his outfit for a set of tiddl dywinks.”” rea week now?” se you to fifteen.” + Son, iting tayi: comicbooks.com