Judge, 1923-07-14 · page 7 of 36
Judge — July 14, 1923 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Cartoon Page Analysis This page collects brief satirical jokes typical of early 20th-century American humor. The main illustration shows two women in bathing suits at a beach; the accompanying joke suggests that women (specifically actresses) stop bathing after age forty—a dig at vanity and aging. The text jokes target various social anxieties: a college graduate's overconfidence versus an insurance company's pragmatism; the notion that poverty ("scarcity of clothes") affects women's respectability; a factory owner's hands being "full" of idle workers (likely referencing labor/unemployment concerns); and Wall Street's heartlessness. Other quips mock parental religiosity, obsolete automobiles, and poor-quality cigars. The humor relies on wordplay, double meanings, and gentle mockery of middle-class pretensions—characteristic of Judge's satirical approach to contemporary American life and social conventions of the era.
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Drawn by GiLnert WILKINS Friend (to daughter of popular actress)—Has your mother bathed to-day? “No. “Why don’t we make fast friends after forty is this way, I take it. we seldom me wholly approve. After forty anybody of whom we tas Mrs. Crabshaw—Be sure you say your prayers before you go to sleep. Willie—You bet I will, Ma. I feel awful sick to-night. tae —Does Tom like his new racing ca —No, he’s waiting for that arti- lightning as a substitute for gasoline. The light’s not good enough.” Employment Agent—Do you feel you can succeed? College Graduate—I fecl I can set the world on fire. “You will never do for this position. It is with an insurance company.” FAH Clothes make the man—and nowadays a scarcity of them quite frequently makes the woman. sae “She's what I call a statuesque beauty.” “T agree! Just like a statue! Espe- ly her head!” ci Trate Customer (to Factory Owner)— Why didn’t you fill my orde Factory Owner—I couldn were full. “Your hands were full!” “Yep; every durned one of ‘em! Rd They say that Wall Street is the heart of the financial world. They omit, however, to say that the heart is hard. ; my hands ttt Some of: these cheaper cigars ought to come in boxes labeled with the skull and crossbones! comicbooks.com