Judge, 1924-05-10 · page 10 of 36
Judge — May 10, 1924 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# What This Judge Page Means The page contains two unrelated pieces of early-20th-century humor: **Top cartoon:** A woman (Su) is engaged to two men simultaneously—Tom and Jim. When confronted, she shrugs it off: neither can afford to marry her anyway, so there's "no harm" in keeping both on the hook. The joke satirizes the economic precarity of working-class men and women's pragmatism about marriage as a financial transaction rather than romantic commitment. **"The Fatal Moment" story:** A neurotic man has spent years waiting for something to happen to him—something he's seen happen to everyone else. When his collar button falls under the bed, he finally experiences this "commonplace" occurrence. The satire mocks male anxiety and the obsessive self-consciousness of certain personality types who feel perpetually excluded from normal life. **"Colors" poem:** By Berton Brayley. A lighthearted verse about how a man's "favorite color" constantly changes depending on which woman he's looking at—their eye colors determine his preferences. It's gentle romantic satire about male fickleness.
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XE (oq rr — Tom—I'd like to know what you mean by getting engaged to Jim and me at the same time? Su—Why, there’s no harm in it; neither of you can afford to marry me, you know! Tue Fata, Moment C HAD happened to him at last. For a good many long ycars he had watched for it in vain. It scemed to be a part of the pattern of oddity woven about his life. For many years the ¢ mnviction had been growing in him that he was different, set apart from most men—discouragingly uncannily different. Tt gave him moments of what was not entir unlike shame and he had known sleepless hours in which his mind fastened itself to what had become his obsession, with death-like obstinacy. But, at last, it happened to him. He had seen it happen to mev in all departinents of life—in the movies, in the fie! and chron- icles of all nations. It was a commonplace of the daily press, the Everywhere he turned it was always happening to some one, but never, never, it seemed, would it happen to him. weekly magazine, the comic reviews. Then one day in late August, at a time when his mind was far removed from The Trouble of his life (it was while he was stuffing his shirt into his trousers), his collar button fell to the floor and O Miracle of Miracles!—straight under the bed. rolled CoLors West is my favorite color Why, just atthe moment. it The hue of the heavens is duller Than that in the tris of Prue blue. But when Millie's eyes so demurely Look up into mine—and look down, T have a conviction thal surely My favorite color is brown. Vet oft, when my wandering gaze’ ll Meet Anne's, with its glamorous glint, L know by a certain appraisal That hazel’s my favorite tint. When Mary lifts lashes that curtain Her eyes, which are tender but gay: I'm wholly and finally certain My favorite color is gray. In fact, when LT truthfully chat of My tastes, [can say with some pith; My favorite color is that of The eyes of the girl Tam with! Berton Bravery. “I say—let’s get married and strike a decent average!” comicbooks.com