Judge, 1923-07-21 · page 9 of 36
Judge — July 21, 1923 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This page contains satirical fiction and cartoons from *Judge* magazine. The main narrative follows "Willy Woolly Wefers," an oil magnate, returning to his childhood home "Cricket Corners" with companions. The story uses exaggerated dialect and slapstick humor typical of early 20th-century satire—including a mysterious figure opening a barn door and a woman named Gloria losing her corset to a train. The bottom cartoon depicts tourists at an "Arizona Gulch" establishment, with the caption mocking tourists' romanticized views of the American West as a masculine frontier. The page also includes brief satirical quips: one about England naming a dance after the Prince of Wales (implying the dancer needs discretion choosing partners—likely referencing scandals), and commentary on the German mark's economic stagnation. The humor relies on period-specific references (1913 automobiles, "Tut" bathing suits) and social attitudes now unfamiliar, making the satire's targets difficult to fully appreciate today.
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