Judge, 1924-06-28 · page 11 of 37
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **"Americanism" (Top Section):** This cartoon satirizes jingoistic American nationalism during a boxing match. A sandy-haired American boxer defeats a South American champion, and the crowd celebrates with xenophobic fervor ("Kill the foreigner!"). The joke's irony: the referee announces the American winner as "Sabilowitchiowski"—a clearly Eastern European immigrant name—exposing the hypocrisy of "American" identity. The crowd's anti-foreigner sentiment contradicts the fact that their hero is himself an immigrant, mocking nativist attitudes. **"Historical Close-up":** This parodies the medieval legend of Tristan and Isolde with modern slang. King Mark sends Tristan to fetch Isolde; the couple joke that Mark is too seasick/cowardly to cross the Irish Channel himself. The dated slang ("nifty," "mustard") and casual infidelity humor satirize both classical literature and contemporary romance. **Bottom Cartoons:** Minor gags about correspondence schools and hotel bootleggers (Prohibition-era reference).
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Americanism auditorium seethed. Glaring in- candescents bathed in a lurid light the two perspiring youths who, naked ve for trunks and shoes, pounded each other viciously about the ring. The fight was obviously nearing its finish, and the crowd, to a man, was backing the sandy- haired boxer as he closed again with his swarthy rival “Kill the foreigner!” bellowed — the mob. “Knockout! Knockout!” The South American, a celebrity in his own country, was game, but he crashed anvas before the onslaught of the favorite, Pandemonium reigned as the referee’s arm rose and fell ten times. A shrill voice rose above the tumult: “Them foreigners can’t come here an’ lick us Americans!” it shrieked in ecstasy. The referce raised the American's right arm in token of victory. Sabilowitchiowski wins!” he an nounced. Historical Close-up Tsolde—Say, that’s a new one on me, Couldn't come hisself so he sends a pinch-hitter. Ha! Some lover, Vl say. Tristan—But you can take it from me that King Mark didn’t mean no disre- spect. Tsolde—Vhen why in’ Bunker Hill couldn't he come hisself? Tristan—It's his hay fever time and he just couldn't make it. Tsolde—VM bet that Mark person is so darned glish he was scared he might The Strategist—Sir, you stared at my wife, and she has sent me to he seasick crossing the Irish Channel. inform you that you must either apologize or accept a thorough thrash- Well, anyhow, Tristy, you're here and ing at my hands. If you have the slightest sense of humor, you'll apologize. I'm here so what. do we care? Tristan—No' ark,ch? Get it, Kid? seen eyes like yours in all my life Tristan—Gosh! You got. Negri lashed Tsolde—Say, ain't you the little old You're just wonderful. to the Pola, honest you have. nifty slinger? Til bet Joe Miller’d die of Tsolde—Aw! Quit your kidding, Tristy Tsolde—And youve got the strength Jaundice if he heard your line. What was that you were saying about and the grace of Strongheart, himself, in Tristan—You know, Irish, I ain't my lamps? person. Honest you have. Tristan —T can't never give you up now, Trish. Tristan That was a grand idea of Mark’s sending me to fetch you to him, Ha! Isolde—Aront you glad) you come? Wasn't it peachy of Mark to let you doa Johnny Alden with me? Tristan—Must be an easy Mark, ch, what? Isolde—Kid, that’s another nifty. You're all to the mustard, Vl tell: the world, Luxury’s Ultimate Touch Guest—T want a room with all the “Yes, I conduct a Correspondence School of Success. Any particular modern conveniences. course of study you wish?” Hotel Clerk—Certainly, sir. Tl send “How to be a good mixer at dry banquets.” the house bootlegger right up. comicbooks.com