Judge, 1923-07-07 · page 6 of 36
Judge — July 7, 1923 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis This page from *Judge* magazine contains two main elements: **Top illustration:** A satirical cartoon captioned "The embarrassing moment when the two underwear ads get on the same page." It shows two figures in minimal clothing—a woman on the left and a child on the right—appearing awkwardly exposed. This is visual satire about advertising juxtaposition and the absurdity of seeing multiple undergarment advertisements together. **Bottom section:** A narrative story with accompanying silhouette illustration about characters named Warner, Ellen, and Nana. The text concerns domestic matters—servants, household management, and marital relations. The dialogue discusses romantic and domestic mishaps, typical of *Judge's* humor focusing on upper-class social situations and relationship comedy. Both pieces target middle-to-upper-class audiences with humor about advertising, servants, and matrimonial awkwardness.
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