Judge, 1924-01-26 · page 9 of 37
Judge — January 26, 1924 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains a serialized romantic novel ("Book Length Novel") lampooning the melodramatic fiction popular in early 20th-century magazines. The story follows a familiar formula: a poor man (Richard Bridgewater) loves a wealthy woman, loses his fortune, then strikes it rich in mining, ultimately winning her heart. The satire lies in exaggerating every cliché—the flowery dialogue ("beautiful as a flower"), class conflict, dramatic reversals, and overwrought emotional declarations. The inserted comic vignettes mock the story's sentimentality: a "Garage Man" joke about abusing women, and a doctor-patient exchange about dyspepsia (indigestion) underscore the page's cynicism toward both romance and contemporary advice literature. The crude illustration style and breathless chapter breaks parody cheap serialized fiction, suggesting Judge's audience found such earnest romantic narratives absurd and worthy of ridicule.
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. Book Length Novel ) | (Complete in This Issue) ee “T LOVE you!” he said simply. are as beautiful as a flower. where I go your fac before me “Please don’t!” she answered. “I will admit that you are’ big and strong and salthy, but our positions are very far t. Tam the daughter of a million- aire, You are poor, without social position ' or prospects. Can't you under: , your words simply annoy me! she looked at him she realized that he was very, very different from the spine- less lounge lizards of her set. CHAPTER TWO am going tobe a great financial sne- ce he said, his eyes looking long and deeply into hers. “And of what possible interest can that ERENT! she replied coldly. But as she saw his firm, strong face and heard his convincing, magnetic voice she felt funny. CHAPTER THREE Thrown into the maelstrom of a terrific panic in Wall street Richard Bridgewater felt the grip of defeat tightening about his throat. Baked Beans Preferred had sunk to almost nothing. “I am ruined,” he crie “Oh, my daughter, my daughte CHAPTER FOUR “My father is penniless!” she said, “Tt was you who bought Baked Beans Pre- ferred when it was driven to two cents a share. And now that it is back to a thou- Garage Man— Juct choke Ber, and kick her over a couple o’ times sand dollars again, and vou are rich ane an’ ye’ll have no trouble with her.” and dollars again, and you are rich and I a5 jt have nostrouble-with, RB FULD = am a pauper I suppose you are sa Oh, how I loathe you!” "But her e tered and shecould not meet hisardent gaze. CHAPTER FIVE He stood with arms folded there before t her, an imposing figure in that half twi- light. “I will give back every cent to 5 your father,” he said, “I merely did it to g prove to you that I could aequire wealth. 1. I raised the money to fight hin his own game on my little claim up yonder ~ in the mountains!” — - “Your. little claim?” she faltered. d scarcely knowing what she said. CHAPTER SIX Heart to heart, his strong arms about her, they stood there in the arbor under the light of the silvery moon. | “And now that mine o’ mine is worth | millions,” he said, “I can give you even ' i greater social position than your ” ith “I—I loved you from the first! “ | murmured. ae “But you do not love me any the k he @ he asked anxiously, “beeause of my grea t. | She nestled her face against his. “No-o-0," she whispered would not m,. love you less if you had twice as much!” ue He crushed his arms tighter about her. or” es = res “My darling!” he 1 hoarsely. And Tell j Doctor—“No temperature, your trouble is dyspepsia; you should laugh thus they stood there in the white night. heartily before and after your meals. ant ai ne gune Woman—‘Impossible, doctor—I cook them—then I wash the THE END ishes!” —William Sanford. 7 comicbooks.com