Judge, 1924-02-09 · page 32 of 36
Judge — February 9, 1924 — page 32: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertising**, with one cartoon and a humorous short story titled "Parson Johnson's Prayer Is Answered." The cartoon (top right, by W.G. Farr) depicts a social awkwardness: meeting someone in an elevator who you'd claimed to be in London to avoid—a light satire on social pretense and the embarrassment of being caught in a lie. The story uses **racist dialect and minstrelsy conventions** common to early 20th-century American humor. It concerns a Black church in Arkansas that sustained damage during revival meetings—apparently the fervent prayer was so powerful it literally damaged the building. The humor relies on racial stereotypes: exaggerated dialect, the "simple Negro" character, and the idea that Black religiosity is comically excessive. The piece reflects period attitudes where such content was considered acceptable entertainment in mainstream publications. The advertisements below (trusses, sex books, Mexican diamonds) are typical Judge fare—mixing legitimate products with dubious mail-order schemes. **For modern readers**: This represents now-offensive racial humor that was normalized in early 20th-century American satire magazines.
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