Judge, 1922-12-30 · page 5 of 37
Judge — December 30, 1922 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three distinct pieces: a street scene illustration by Gilbert Wilkinson titled "The Man a Woman Loves," a New Year's humor piece by G.M. about New Year's resolutions, and a story titled "The Story of Tommy McLane" by Monte Sohn. The main cartoon depicts children and adults in an urban setting with tenement buildings. The dialogue between "Big Boy" and "Small Boy" appears to satirize class consciousness and friendship, with the Big Boy asking why he can't discuss personal matters with his "loidy friend" (lower-class speech pattern). The page primarily represents early 1900s domestic and social humor rather than political satire. The content reflects period attitudes toward class distinctions, childhood behavior, and working-class urban life, likely aimed at middle-class magazine readers.
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Drawn by Gitnent WiLKinson, THE MAN A WOMAN LOVES Big Boy—Can't I say what I like to my own sister? Small Boy—Not while she happens to be me loidy friend! For the New Year by GM. GONNA put it over thishear . . wit me is T been wastin’ 1 too much time “Pill say y 7 on roun, a feller don't always t 1 have. th’ level, I'm gonna quit T see be th’ papers where he poor. kin rt’ stalin They’s a chanst for us all an’ a fe pick up anywheres from tweny six hundred berries a week.” these here fellers that draw pitchers like’s in th’ comics. They pull down more jack 'n th’ president. Well anybody kin git away wit it, Alls you gotta do is t pitcher o? Un a guy heavin’ a pie an’ they’s six hun- dred bones in it an’ you kin learn it in ‘Then on th’ other o ¢ do you throw it on the level. Quit kiddin’, I dunno what y" call it but a feller learns it you be mail. In three lessons you kin master it. He learns yout’ pitch your voice. You kinder mimick people, see. That's th’ idear or somepin like it. But th’ big idear is you kin sit in on a meetin’ of a board of directors an” by dis- guisin’ your voice or somepin you p'ten you're five or six other guys and put over five or six votes, and git control of the whole works. Git th’ idear? Then “sa way of meetin’ swell people. uble wit us is we ain't got th’ m like th’ sayin’ ix, This bird T heen readin’ about learns you when t' git up and when t’ sit down if you're in ele- gant socierty. How. ta’ say ‘I'm much obliged U meet you,” how t’ dress an’ all ou how t’ behave you kn Hooziss, Mr. Hooziss slaps like on th? back wit an easy g he says you, ‘Hello. the in th’ mornin’ T need an ’ For twenty-fi inter th’ game, my mind I'm gonna put in some o’ my spare time learnin’ some o” this swell stuff. I'm tired bein’ a mut. It don’t git you nowh » I'm gonna put it i I wish you th’ o” them.” of that ele Bobby— Clauset? +t or I'll punish you severely. , mother, is that the The Story of Tommy McLane by Monte Sohn W' such, And wickedness filled him with joy, And wilfully wanton his cluteh, Tommy McLane w boy laughed at conventions and He never would study at school— wasn’t a code But ‘Tommy had s cracked. He gambled, he smoked and he lied. Tle ste and what crime could be worse?— How well T reeall how she eried— He pilfered his own mother’s purse. with the instinet for crime, 1 and a lawless career. I met with grown Thomas to-day, An upstanding citizen, he— Aman who has hewn out his way To wealth in a modest degree. He told me the story in brief, Of struggles, of scheming, adroit, He owns—does it tax your belief? The largest garage in Detroit.