Judge, 1923-12-01 · page 5 of 36
Judge — December 1, 1923 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Upper Section - "Champ" Poem:** This celebrates Jack Dempsey, the heavyweight boxing champion, crediting him with elevating boxing's status and making fans forget Ty Cobb (a baseball star). The poem contrasts Dempsey's athletic achievement with other entertainers. **Bottom Cartoon:** Four panels show a woman attempting to touch her toes in a flexibility exercise, progressively failing. The final panel reveals a thin man (Herman) observing that she "can't reach 'em." This is a body-shaming joke about female weight/body size, common to the era's crude humor standards. **Middle Dialogue Section:** Various brief conversational jokes about dating, marriage, and social situations—typical of Judge's humor format. The page reflects 1920s athletic celebrity culture and period attitudes toward women's bodies.
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