Judge, 1923-08-25 · page 9 of 36
Judge — August 25, 1923 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Life's Dark Moments Analysis This page contains two distinct pieces by Walt Mason from Judge magazine: **Top cartoon**: A sketch of children playing in what appears to be a large circular pool or basin, with an adult warning "Hi, fellers! The cops' comin'!" The humor derives from the children's illicit recreation—likely trespassing or using a public/private space without permission—and the comedic panic at authority's approach. This reflects early 20th-century urban childhood mischief. **Main story**: A domestic satire contrasting a husband's pride in his accomplished wife (chair of the "Dizzy Dames" club, accomplished singer/artist) with his actual complaint: she cannot bake a decent pie. The joke mocks how husbands valued wives' domestic cooking skills above their social accomplishments and cultural achievements—a pointed critique of misplaced male priorities. **Bottom anecdote**: A brief joke about a couple "Jack and Bettie" whose romance accelerates when he trades his car (a "flivver") for a faster "racing car"—implying superficial relationship growth driven by automotive thrills rather than genuine affection. All pieces satirize early 20th-century social values and gender expectations.
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Drawn by G. “Hi, fellers! The cops’ comin’!” LIFE’S DARK MOMENTS sap, “You have a gorgeous wife: I she must bring sunshine to your life. She is indeed a queenly dame, and she’s achieved a lustrous fame. I notice people point her out, as. through the town she goes about, and whisper, “That is Mrs. Dubb, who heads our local Women’s Club.” You must be proud of her, Tween; she is a daisy and a queen.” “She is all wool and three feet wide,” James Dingbat Dubb, her hus- band, cried. “Since first she was my blooming bride [ve looked on her with honest pride. She had ambitions, she would climb to heights imposing and sublime; and while T labored in the mart she took up divers kinds of art; she painted pictures fair to of purple cows on pea-green and they and sunsets done in gold, with all the ochre would hold. “She also trained her splendid voice to make the neighborhood rejoice. She sang of Araby the Blest until T really couldn't rest: oh, she could warble rings around the smoothest: Melba ever found, and Galli-Curei, when she heard trilling like a bird, it singer is divine, ll now take in my sign. yes, [view my wife with pride; I'm thankful she is by my ide to honor thus the name she rs, and rid my life of sordid cares. “B' P SOMETIMES when dusk is here, and IT am_ tired, and drear, I life seems journey to by Walt Mason my shack and sigh: I'd like to have a home-made pie. Oh, T have money in ank, the mark, the ruble and the . and T can buy the pastry made by experts in the baker's trade: but bakers” pies are fierce, dodgast! They're too much like a plaster cast. And they are brittle, seand dry; Fm hungry for a home- made pie. ‘The kind of pie my Ma com- piled when Twas but a little child. Oh, “Wonder how Jack and Bettie are getting along with their love affair?” “Oh, they’re getting along much faster now. He sold his flivver and bought a racing car.” what are honors, what is fame. and what is this uplifting game that on the fly, if one must cat a concrete pic? “L sit in silence, plunged in woe, recalling pies of long ago, and then my wife blows in to me, from some lawn fight or yellow teas she’s all wrought up, and she exclaims, ‘Tm chairman of the Dizzy Dames! ‘The ladies only cast one vote, and Mrs. Gig- gler lost her goat; she thought the honor ly hers, and she was. there, all gems and furs, prepared. to make the biggest hit, when “twas announ th And oh, it w grievous shock, to find they'd backed her off the walk! Are you not proud of me, dear hub?) What think you now of Mrs. Dubb?” “It for she ds Our Women sure t she was it! is an honor she deserves, possesses social curves that well might ornament a throne: I'm proud to think she is my own. This splendid crea- ture is my wife! She is the lode- star of my life. With admiration in my eves I gaze at her and think of piest IT would not dash the joy she feels; I would not wound her with my spiels. So by the window then T stand and through my the land, and mark the golden western sky, and wish my wife could make a pie! “Alas! She can’t! She tried it twice; those Spartan efforts must suffice.” tears survey She. waves wild, though? He—Yes, but you should sce them three miles out! Goodness, aren't the comicbooks.com