Judge, 1922-12-23 · page 9 of 36
Judge — December 23, 1922 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis: A Page from Judge Magazine The main cartoon, drawn by René Clarke, depicts a rural father and son discussing modern conveniences. The boy reflects that owning a car (referenced as "airyplanes"—likely meaning automobiles) once seemed desirable, but now he only worries about mechanical troubles, gas supplies, and engine problems. His conclusion: "this here Christmas business ain't what it used to be." **The satire targets:** Post-WWI disillusionment with consumer culture and technological progress. The cartoon mocks how rapid mechanization, while promised to improve life, instead created new anxieties and maintenance headaches. The accompanying poems celebrate rural simplicity and satirize modern leisure pursuits (golf obsession, scrapbooking). "The Caddy's God" ironically treats a golfer like a deity—commenting on the absurd reverence Americans devoted to golf during the 1920s-30s era. **Overall theme:** Nostalgic critique of modernity's false promises and the unexpected burdens of "progress."
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| | | | Drawn by RENt CLARKE “Yer know, Ma, I bin thinkin’ how ‘taint what yer got makes yer happy; when I was drivin’ them slow, old reindeers, I uster wish we could afford one. of them airyplanes, but now—well, ‘taint noth- in’ but worryin’ about engine trouble an’ air pockets an’ if the gas will hold out Tee ee EET “Nope, this here Christmas business ain't what it used to be.” “TL think I've said enough,” replied the officious one, id the player. “you poor vised that this is my . P. Bristow, Detroit, Some Day When It Rains by Edward W. Barnard GOmME DAY when it rains and the links aren't fit And the courts not a little bit fitter, Tl paste in my scrapbook these jewels of wit That once (at least) wakene titter, Tl mount in my album, for ge view, These photographs taken with infinite ng, T feel, to have plenty to do when it rains. lay when it rains I'll weed out the books ‘That my shelf have becluttered for I'll clean the old gun till it glistens, and As new as a book's uncut pages. Then there is my desk overflowing with fluff From a strenuous > of tender ur, to be busy enough Some day when it ra Some day when it rains and my chores all done, appy thought! (Why not be optimist Perhaps the From her duties mate- rialistic To pour mea cup of de- lectable u w that no man with his senses dis- dains) And hear me de: the blisses of love, Some day when it ins, to on The Caddy’s God hy Battell Loomis DO not go to Sunday school; Jack Pell’ plays golf on Sunday morn, And I am just a caddying fool On Sundays, glad that I was born. What better god to save from hell My sinful soul than big Jack Pell? I stand behind him as he When an expert efficiency tees, expert plays golf. And look with raptu: My eyes approve his bh HAL UREUAE EEL hy his hair, knees, 1 shoes, his ur he drives I long k. His bold t hearty sw And y to tell How [adore him, big Jack Pell. Nine driv and on. the Round As under § spell Tlaud and honor big Jack Pell. unday’s pions But when he's and takes his elu And T long to answer him, “It's Dutch.” But I recall the plate, and, well, keep my head and soak Jack Pell.