Judge, 1924-03-08 · page 10 of 36
Judge — March 8, 1924 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page satirizes American identity and consumption habits circa 1920s-1930s. **Main Cartoon (Top):** "Elise crosses the ice" depicts a fashionable woman ice-skating while juggling various imported goods—illustrating the contradiction in the accompanying text about a self-proclaimed "100 per cent. American" businessman who actually surrounds himself entirely with foreign products: Turkish cigarettes, Swedish matches, South African diamonds, French furniture and accessories, English broadcloth, Scottish golf, and Bahamian port wine. The satire mocks performative patriotism masking cosmopolitan consumption. **Other Content:** Includes a poem about love, a joke about stammering, commentary on court cases involving liquor (likely referencing Prohibition-era enforcement), and a poem titled "Roll On—Roll On" about a flapper's habits. A small cartoon suggests repurposing public statues for practical modern use. The page reflects Jazz Age anxieties about immigrant influence and commercialism undermining authentic American identity.
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Aut Ricuts INctupinc THr ScANDINAVIAN “I'm 100 per cent. American,” said the go-getter to his Mah Jongg partner. Then he lit a Turkish cigarette with a Swedish match, toyed with a diamond ring from Kimberly, South Africa Jeaned back in a chair imported from France, and adjusted a tie which bor: the name of a Paris haberdasher to cover a spot burned in his English broadcloth shirt. “I couldn’t keep in condition without a round of golf a day,” he added. “You know the Scotch game is my favorite sport, next to polo.” As he rose from the table he finished a glass of port from the Bahamas. man. ness” three thea be it ama: form his M as if Max Haun. bed upot Roti on—Ro.t on pres Oh, the flapper rolls her cigarettes — thiny The flapper rolls her eyes— rock And she rolls her hose, defying gripe , and coli of ii Oh, the line she rolls is “poor” woul As she rolls the bones, for sure— sing Oh, the flapper has a multitude of spit Ciarence E. Harvey. “Elise crosses the ice.” OVE is a garden fair! Its flowers all bathed in dew, And each little eager bud that’s there Is an hour I’ve spent with you. Love is the heavens afar! Where everything nice comes true, And each little blinking, twinkling star Is a dream I’ve dreamed of you. Love is the boundless With glorious wave And each little shining drop may be A dollar I’ve spent on you! Harvey J. Duneka. Fae (Inquisitive person to stammerer)— Did you go to a school for your stammering? Stammerer—N-no, I-I p-picked it up m-myself. App Court PROcEEDING The liquor cases seem to be only exceeded by the cases of liquor! Tn this: practical ‘age lets get some geod out of our public statues. comicbooks.com