Judge, 1923-12-29 · page 7 of 37
Judge — December 29, 1923 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains multiple unrelated satirical vignettes typical of Judge's format: **Top cartoon:** "Fed-up Father" depicts a exhausted parent wishing for an earthquake to disturb a baby's cradle—satirizing the sleep deprivation of new parenthood. **Middle section:** Brief comedic dialogues mock social pretension and materialism. A salesman tries selling a car to a woman concerned with status ("our position"), while another couple insists they're wealthy despite being poor. The humor relies on class consciousness and social climbing anxieties common to 1920s urban readers. **Bottom cartoon:** A "flapper" (young woman of the Jazz Age, recognizable by her short hair, revealing dress, and heeled shoes) appears intoxicated or fainting. The man's response—that many flappers have "passed out" on him—makes a crude joke about women's alcohol consumption during Prohibition, reflecting anxieties about changing female behavior and liberation. The page reflects 1920s social commentary: parenting struggles, class anxiety, and moral concern about women's newfound social freedoms.
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wades in purple ink, while fecbler authors roam the woods and wish they had a drink. Some authors shrivel up and die, worn out by toil and care; I hope their souls ascend the sky, and find the glories there. ‘Too many authors bump the bumps while yet they’re young in years; throughout their days they live like chumps and greet health rules with snee They eat the things they shouldn't eat, they pass up greens for pies, and how: they hate to use their feet for healthful exercise! And, writing is a constant strain upon the vitals all, upon the body and the brain and eke upon the gall. And so the gifted ego Fed-up Father—I wish an earthquake would come along to rock this cradle! ‘uithors slide into eternal sleep, and when, Salesman—This car you admire, ma-—— Post—The Browns do not know any we're told how young they’ died, we dam, isa pretty model, butitisno climber. one poorer than they are. . ‘ring our tecth and weep. _ Mrs. Bloodgood—In our position elimb- — Parker—Are they as poor as all that? Bia Wells, he has no eae for death, no i is not necessary, No, they're as rich as all th: time for graveyard roads; he writes new arate ttt versions of Macbeth, and edits Milton's Imagination does the work Ethel—So Gladys is married, I sup- odes. He is rewriting Mother Goose, With almost any group. pose she has found her ideal at last, eh? for other tasks he hunts; he really hasn't A turtle on the sidewalk will Clara—Heavens, no! She's just be- any use for idle, trifling stunts. Improve the turtle soup. ginning to look around! Dy .- a “Do you think the flapper is passing out?” He—Weli, I’ve had lots of them pass out on me. comicbooks.com