Judge, 1923-06-09 · page 13 of 36
Judge — June 9, 1923 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis This page from *Judge* magazine focuses on golf humor across three pieces: **"On Olympus" (top cartoon):** Jupiter complains to another classical deity about missing a golf putt. The joke plays on the incongruity of immortal gods obsessing over modern golf—treating the trivial sport with mock-dramatic seriousness. **"When Ye're Oon Yer Game" (left, Scottish dialect poem):** A sentimental piece about the joy of playing golf well—when everything clicks, life feels perfect and one goes home happy. **"A Honeymoon" (center caption):** A golf-themed illustration suggesting a golfer's ideal honeymoon involves golfing rather than romantic activities. **"The Duffer" (right, verse):** A lighthearted catalog of the incompetent golfer's characteristic flaws—poor technique, slow play, self-deception about ability—yet notes paradoxically that the duffer remains lovable. The page collectively satirizes golf culture's grip on early 20th-century American society, poking fun at both obsessive players and amusingly hapless ones.
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CON\ py availa Drawn by Rene Ciarke. “"Smatter, Jup?” : ON OLYMPUS “Oh, I just missed a seventy-five yard putt for a par 2 on that thousand yard 18th.” When Ye’re Oon Yer Game by Charles W. Myers wr ye are hittin’ An’ play "em afar wi’ ease ilka shot as ye ken hoo, Ye dinna see th’ rough or shrubs or trees According to one unlucky financiér are a great many bonds that still confiect us with Russia., ror 4 “What's the matter with the turkey *“Z.seem to have sliced into the rough,” An’ think th’ traps an’ hazards are too, ‘ahswered-the golf fan, few. Th’ coorse appears sae commmheiplact an’ tame Because ye ken that ye are oon yer game. Perchance, it’s been a Tags fime sin’ yes played A rout *o-gawf in sic” a carefege ® It surely pleases ye, teo, tae get mee By anew hae at Ay a Recast y ye ‘mappa su bean rem Th’ warld_is bricht, th’ shadows ‘sie an’ ; Be Tike Th’ birdies chirp thir melodies‘a’ day, An’ ye regret thatye hae e’er done wrang. Wi’ joy ye gae tae family an’ hame— Fu’ weel they ken that ye were oon yer game. e, an’ life is ane sweet A HONEYMOON The ardent golfer’s conception of an ideal one. a The Duffer by Carlyle F. Straub no is it fares each sunny day Around the links, with spirits gay, And gets in everybody's way? The duffer. Who is it orf the green so fair Hacks out a sod six inches square And leaves the thing to wither there? The duffer. Who is it stops to count his score, While those behind him holler “Fc Then adds the whole thing up once mor: The duffer. Who is it in the bunker high Scoops with his niblick toward the sky, And causes only sand to fly? The duffer. Who is it sways and squirms and twists, Yet looks up smiling and insists He brings the club back with his wrists? The duffer. Who is the favored child of Fate, Who's skill’s as small as heart is great, Whom all must love and none may hate? The duffer. -comicbooks.com