Judge, 1923-08-25 · page 5 of 36
Judge — August 25, 1923 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains **Gray's Elegy as Written Today** by Matha M.P. Binner—a parody of Thomas Gray's famous 18th-century poem, updated with modern (early 20th-century) complaints about contemporary life: music in minor keys, weather forecasts, lectures on China, and waste of time and money. The **top illustration** by A.J. Tremerath shows rural cows, accompanying a dialogue about "dumb-bell" loose milk. The **lower cartoon** depicts a courtroom scene where a **Judge demands truth from a Witness**, who responds "I ain't prepared, Judge"—satirizing how unprepared witnesses commonly appeared in court proceedings, undercutting the legal system's search for truth. Both pieces mock modern inefficiency and unpreparedness.
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