Judge, 1924-05-03 · page 11 of 36
Judge — May 3, 1924 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This page contains several short humor pieces and a comic strip about a "bashful bull." **The main story, "O Tempora! On, Hot Dow!"** contrasts old-fashioned tea etiquette with modern (1920s) informality. The narrator recalls attending a formal Victorian tea with delicate cups and careful behavior. He's then invited to a modern tea by "Beatrice and Andy," where the hostess apologizes for mess, mentions ashes on the rug, and the host is "mixing up a flood of gin in the double boiler"—a reference to Prohibition-era illegal alcohol production. The satire mocks how drastically social customs changed, particularly around propriety and alcohol consumption. **The remaining items are brief comic exchanges** about divorce speed, children's lying, and marital discord—typical magazine filler humor. **The illustrated strip** shows a bull repeatedly charging a "No Swimming" sign and being knocked back, ending in an explosion. The caption "Pitiful tragedy of the bashful bull" suggests ironic humor—the bull is anything but bashful, aggressively attacking the sign.
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O Trempora! On, Hor Dow! I AM becom old, old man. T rememb s if it were yesterday, Dut it was years ago, being invited and attending a tea, You balanced: precari- ously on the edge of a gilded chair with legs of pencil thickness. The maid brought vou a plate of cakes, each covered with icing of the consistency of new asphalt. You took « uy ly between the thumb and foretir of the left hand Then came the te fhe bottom of the cup had the circumference of a dime, and the saucer could have been inserted in any five-cent slot) machine. With every vibration the combination trembled like an aspen leaf. ‘Phen they passed the lemon and sugar Two hands being occupied and not t acentipede, you had your choice between tossing the cake into the air and helping yourself to lemon and sug: fore it came down or else declining altogether. You usually declined. After that you sat around and talked and somebody played the piano. It was all very pleasant, and polite, and proper. At the end you thanked your hostess and left, her memory lingering with you like the scent of a rose pe The other day [was invited to a tea Beatrice, my hostess, met me at the door. “Sorry couldi’t stay away longer, sheik,” she said. “Don't look for the tray —the ashes mellow the rug. Andy's in the kitchenette mixing up a flood of gin in the double boiler, Get a dipper and drown yourself.” Beatrice and Andy are good eggs. And the world has changed. Tynek H. Buss. IN New York Newsboy —Wot d'ya read? Blank Vve been out of the city for a few days. What papers have you? A Question ov Speen Fair Client How long will it take to get a divorce? Lawyer Wow fast is your husband? ANd Novuing Harrexep Nurse—Do you know what happens to little girls who tell fibs? Betty Ho! You can’t scare me. T've already told three fibs in my lifetime. Bur Jusr Ware! t makes you so quiet this eve- ked the husband suspiciously, don’t know where to. begin,” re- torted the caustic wife. Pitiful tragedy of the bashful bull