Judge, 1924-04-19 · page 5 of 36
Judge — April 19, 1924 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Top Section:** "The latest thing—balloon shoes" depicts figures wearing exaggerated inflated footwear, satirizing a fashion fad. This appears to be mockery of absurd consumer trends. **Left Column:** "Gnaffle" is a narrative poem by Hanan Fay, Jr. about a buried character named Gnaffle who was "greet and apart and harmless." The poem's nostalgic, elegiac tone suggests social commentary on loss or change. **Center:** An illustration shows a figure on what appears to be a tightrope or wire, labeled "Darn it—I can't remember now whether I locked the back door or not this morning," satirizing modern anxiety and forgetfulness. **Right Column:** Brief comedic dialogues ("Down Through the Ages," "Slashing Right and Left," "Her Dirty Dozen") mock contemporary social situations and gender relations through quick witty exchanges. The page primarily targets early-20th-century urban fashions, anxieties, and social conventions.
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GNAFFLE | BeRPED along the mimbry flurge. All greer and spard and borronless, {nd saw the Steffin prill his burge, {nd heard the Pangry wang in wes. tnd, oh, the snadless of the smee, With flouds so gomber and bysoon, Where prills the Steffin manxomly {nd wangs the Pangry to her Poon! How long I burped I do not know, But only that the smeen was grib, (nd that the snaffing Furbelow With urm ungarled the Marrobib. I did not nurrup on the spaut; I did not even snaff—and think Upon the dillnes of it all What morroms we commit, alas, When we forget that smub Gorrere, Who, as the panalobtits pass, Looks down and snovers meefly near! Vo more shall I billate the flurge Vor see the gomber flouds bysoon, Where prills the Stefin wild his burge; Where wangs the Pangry to her Poon! Hewan Fay, Jn. se First New Yorker—1 wisht T wuz. in Council Bluffs. Second Ditto—If you wuz. there, only wisht you wuz here. he Tha’s’ why IT wisht E wuz “Darn it—I can’t remember now whether I locked the back door or not this morning.” Dows Throvan tik AGES The cave dweller used to go out with a club and knock a woman cold and take her for a mate. Now the woman fixes herself up to knock the man cold! sae Teacher—Who can tell) me what Shylock was? Willie (sitting in a draught) Ah Choo! “Correct.” Stasminc Ricut anp Lerr Flicker—We've simply got to cut down expenses, Fanny. Mrs. Flicker—1 might learn to roll my cigarettes, That's the spirit! And couldn't you make a permanent: wave last a week or two longer Her Dirry Dozen “T heard “They say body says lave you heard “Did you hear “Tsn’t it just awe-ful!” “Did you ev-er!” “Somebody: said “Would you think “Don't say T told vou!” “Oh, [think it’s perfiekly terrible!” toto Caller—Is your mother engaged? Betty—T think she’s married.