Judge, 1922-12-16 · page 4 of 36
Judge — December 16, 1922 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page is primarily **not political satire** but rather a **short story with illustration**. The drawing by Gilbert Wilkinson depicts a small sailboat on rough seas—illustrating the narrative "Santa Claus & Co." by George Mitchell below. The story concerns Tommy, a poor boy shopping for Christmas gifts with limited money ($8.30). The tale humorously describes his gift selections for family members, including a "Little Gem" fountain pen and other modest items, culminating in his purchase of a watch he cannot afford. The only satirical element is the caption's mild joke about an "Experienced Yachtsman" and "Guest," using maritime humor. This is essentially **humorous fiction**, not political commentary—typical filler entertainment for Judge magazine's holiday issue.
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Drawn by Giteent WILKINSON. Experienced Yachtsman—It's always a happy idea to bring along a bottle! Guest (timidly )—Y-y-yes, so useful if you want to leave a message. Santa Claus & Co. “With all the shops closed, they've got to come to me, If I don't clean up with this, I'm a triple-jointed, knock- kneed Doo Dab.” "Twas the week before Christmas and Tommy had been sitting at his desk in deep dejectic hrough the d windowpane Grim Despair faces at him. And all because M wanted a wrist watch for Christmas and Tommy couldn't give it to her. Only yesterday she had snuggled up against his little old last year’s overcoat in front of the jeweler’s window. The watch lay sparkling on its sapphire plush pillow and Ma: i ne of her most ravish- ing smiles on him had murmured ever so naively: “Oh, Tommy, I wish son me that for Christmas. of course, Tommy had walked home with the price. ), burning a hole in his brain. © ‘*Might’s well be $5,950," he had muttered remembering the $8.47 in his I“ got it!” shouted Tommy Tupper. on his next three weeks’ salary. But Tommy wanted that watch and he wanted Ma i id so he had burned hole after hole in his brain till at length he felt he could hear the little watch ticking on the dainty wrist of his lady love. by George Mitchell THE first thing Tommy did was to put an ad in the local gazette. Then with the balance of his capital he made cager haste to the twenty-five-cent sto: A careful survey of the stock and he had soon made a selection of gifts. For the adult male, he chose what its pros- spectus flattered it to be.““The Little G Self-fillable, Non-k lc, Never-read Fountain Pen.” took half a dozen at twent, For the adult female he dee The Handy if ated Handerchief Holder, audy affair, but looking the . Six of these set him back another dollar and a half. For the juvenile male. amy picked “The Gold-mounted Saxo- phone. Music in the Home. A Child Can Play It.” Tommy took six at a quarter each, For the juvenile female ‘Tommy selected “The Human Doll. It Speaks for Itself.” A quire of poinsettia wrapping paper and a spool of holly ribbon completed his purchases and left him ninety-seven cents to the good. ‘This he invested in a rubber stamp, made by a friend in the business. None but a friend would have made it, for it showed a cancellation of postage stamps dated December 20, 1923 Tommy was now ready and waiting for Christmas, It was a gamble, but he still had a chance for the watch. 2 but Christmas came and along mut neon, just) when Tommy’s feet were beginning to get cold, first customer, breathing hard, burst in on want a present for my neighbor,” he gasped. “How did T know he was going to give me a box of cig Tommy showed him the wonders of sittle Gem.” “He's got a dozen fountain pens,” shouted the customer. Tommy shrugged a nonchalant shoul- der. “All right, all right,” sputtered .the customer. “But I want him to think I sent it last week.” Tommy wrapped up the package, stuck a second-hand stamp on it and canceled it as of December 20. “The postman gets blamed for the said Tommy simply. “Wonderful,” gasped the astonished customer. “How much?” “Three dollars,” said Tommy care- ire a genius, young man, and any time you want a good, large-salaried job come see me. My card.” So it went spasmodically but success- fully all day till the last gift was disposed of and Tommy with $72 in his pocket lifted the receiver and called the jeweler from his Christmas dinner: comicbooks.com