Judge, 1924-03-01 · page 5 of 36
Judge — March 1, 1924 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three distinct satirical pieces: 1. **"Spice"** - A poem by Edgar Daniel Kramer about a chef creating "Life" by adding "Man" and "Woman" to a mixture, then testing it on Woman—a commentary on gender relations and domestic life. 2. **"He Who's Run Over May Read"** - Social commentary suggesting taxi companies should paint phone numbers under cabs for pedestrians' benefit, alongside brief humorous anecdotes about automobiles and dating. 3. **"Mystery"** - A narrative sketch depicting a woman discovering bloodstains on a man's hands and clothing, creating dramatic suspense. The illustration "Dropping the Pilot" shows a ship labeled "The Good Ship Matrimony." The overall theme appears to satirize modern urban life, automobiles, and particularly marital/romantic relationships with dark humor typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine.
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SPICE Tr Great Chef was making The dish he called Life, Miving in laughter With sorrow and strife. Stirring and stirring, He added Man, Smiling the while As he worked out his plan. He tested the mixture, Sighed, “That won't suffice,” Then tossed in Woman To give the dish spice. Epgar Dantet Kramer. He Wuo’s Run Over May Reap Many taxis and vans have the firm’s phone number painted on their top for the benefit of office and flat tenants. Shouldn’t they also put it under- neath for the benefit of jay-walkers? eer Agatha—Mrs. Blowhard boasts that her husband gave her a block of stock for her birthday. Harriet—A bouillon cube, prob- ably. ae Satisfactory anti-freeze mixtures for automobile radiators already exist; what's needed now is some- thing for the radiator in the apart- CHES LGA D> > ment house. “That big, good-looking lifeguard is going to call on me to-night.” iia “Well, if he tries to kiss you, for heaven's sake don’t struggle—he might punch you in the jaw from force of habit.” “So you sold your automobile?” “Yes, We don’t believe in race suicide.” Mystery Sie was peacefully sewing ‘D before the fire—her eyes intent on the needle that flashed amid the many colored silks under the g! ning read- ing lamp. Light but irregular footsteps sounded in the hall. A door closed, as he entered the living-room. Her quick eyes became hor- ror struck as they noted the red, red stains on the knife he held in’ his hand. Other splotches of red were vivid against the white of his knuck- les. Still a few more on his sleeves just above the wrists. “Sonny,” she murmured, al- most brokenly, “didn’t I tell you not to touch that rasp- “Dropping the Pilot.” berry jam?” —— | comicbooks.com