Judge, 1923-04-21 · page 8 of 36
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# "Told at the 19th Hole" by Walter Trumbull This is a humorous poem about golf mishaps, illustrated with cartoons. The main narrative tells of a duffer (poor golfer) who hits a wild shot through a window where a bride is baking. The golf ball lands in her dough, gets baked into biscuits, and breaks the husband's tooth when he bites it. This leads to the couple's divorce—the poem's ironic "moral" warning golfers to practice and improve their swing. The accompanying illustrations show indoor golf practice and a golfer in winter conditions, humorously commenting on amateur golfers preparing for spring season. The page also includes various one-liner jokes about marriage, gossip, and bachelor life—typical Judge magazine fare from the early 20th century. The humor relies on slapstick consequences and domestic situations familiar to middle-class readers of that era.
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