Judge, 1923-05-12 · page 12 of 36
Judge — May 12, 1923 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three distinct satirical pieces targeting early 1920s social attitudes: ## "Fatigued Autoist" (top) A cartoon mocking a car accident victim being run over. The humor—darkly cynical by modern standards—plays on the era's cavalier attitude toward automobile safety and pedestrian casualties. ## "And the Gods Laughed" A story about a man who kisses his date Helen in a parked car, only to discover she's engaged. The twist: when he asks who she "pawned off" during their romantic interlude, she replies "Your wife"—implying his own spouse was similarly distracted. The satire critiques both casual infidelity among the era's youth and the double standards around gender and romance. ## "Freshman/Senior Chemistry Joke" A brief pun: a freshman envies the senior's chemistry knowledge; the senior replies the freshman already possesses it (implying sewerage construction is inherently a "pipe course"—a play on words). These pieces reflect 1920s collegiate humor: cynical about modern courtship customs, dismissive of safety concerns, and reliant on wordplay and sexual innuendo acceptable in that era's "sophisticated" magazines.
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Drawn by Ant ZaweNnenc, Columbia. Fatigued Autoist (to victim)—I say, old chap, while you’re down my connecting rod. And the Gods Laughed by Henry W. Pilch, Columbia ’23 MET Helen at a dance, madly infatuated with he When the long intermission between the halves arrived, I took her out in my car d became Fay inne Drawn by Capet WILLIAM VAN BELL, U. S. Army Balloon School. The tragic end of the famous comic artist whose stuff was printed on the Amateur page. for a long ride in the moonlight. Far out in the country, where nothing but the voice of the wind in the trees, and the droning of insects broke the heavenly stillness, I grasped her in a fond embrace and kissed her again and again. It was wonderful! A low, red racer skimmed past our parked car and stopped about a hundred feet down the road. In it were a young fellow and a girl. As they passed by, I looked at the man out of the corner of my eye. He was very handsome, and had a small black mus- tache. He had all he could do to keep the ron the road, because the girl had her ms twined, so tightly entwined, about him. Helen did not see them. She had her eyes closed, as a woman always does when she loves. Men keep theirs open, a heri- tage handed down from the caves of the cave men, when closed eyes and forbidden fruit might mean a broken skull. We returned to the dance. Helen stepped into the cloak room, and I stood outside, smoking. A tall, handsome man with a black mustache walked up beside me. “Any luck?” he smiled, as I offered him a light. “Fine,” I answered. self?” “The ne,” he retorted, walking away. “Helen,” I asked, during the next dance, “who is that good-looking fellow with the little black mustache?” “Don’t tell anybody, “but that is my fiancé. He is an awfully good fellow, and he lov me devotedly. But he is really so innocent and good that it is a shame to play tricks on him.” I was forced to laugh, as I thought of how “innocent” Helen’s fiancé really was. “Yes,” she continued, “whenever I want to leave him for a time, I just entrust him to some woman or other, and he is per- “How about your- Helen laughed, 10 there you might take a look at fectly contented to babble away as long as she will listen to him.” Who did you pawn him off on while we were out?” I asked, indifferently. “Your wife,” came back the answer Drawn by Freo Ortu, U. of Kentucky ‘23. Freshman—I wish I had your knowl- edge of chemistry. Senior—You have. sae NGINEERING students at one of our + largest institutions in the East are de- manding that the curriculum be made to include a course in sewerage construction, but the faculty is holding out against it because they feel it would be sure to be a pipe course. Alexander Leitch, Princeton '24. comicbooks.com