Judge, 1924-06-28 · page 9 of 37
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page from Judge satirizes early 20th-century American social anxieties through multiple pieces: **"Green River Anthology"** parodies Edgar Lee Masters' *Spoon River Anthology*, replacing its poetic gravedigger narratives with mundane confessions of small-town drunks and failures—suggesting alcohol abuse and moral decay pervade ordinary life. **"Cramped"** jokes about housing shortages and cramped urban living, with a father's absurd logic that a tiny structure will become an "apartment house"—satirizing Depression-era housing problems. **The balloon-type car cartoon** pokes fun at early automobile design and marketing jargon. **"Curiosity"** mocks superficial romantic compliments layered atop commercial vanity—the lover demands to know what beauty product the woman advertises, suggesting women's appearance is merely manufactured artifice. **"The Bar Sinister"** presents a humorous lost-dog ad (a kennel club term for illegitimacy). Overall, the page reflects period concerns: urban crowding, alcoholism, crass commercialism, and skepticism toward modern romance and consumerism.
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Green River Anthology (Apologies to Edgar Lee Masters) Thomas Holt TT! asked me if T wanted a car, Or if my wife would like a trip abroad, It only meant bringing ashore a lundred cases In my rowboat, when their launch struck a shoal, And the night was dark. Lam still wondering where the police boat came from, And who fired that shot. Lizzie Streeter He drunk hisself to death, Leaving me and the young ‘uns to shift for ourselfs 1 good man when he And many’s the time he'd spend half bis wages Taking us all to the Zoo— ing him only half for his liquor. I can’t as [ blame him any, neither— I likes a And as I lies here, I only regrets ‘That T couldn't quite finish that Last bottle. ittle swig myself now and again! Jack Irwin I hated to work, so they thought it would he \ splendid plan to marry me toa rich girl. But Matilda was ugly—and_ bonier than a rail fence— No one blamed me for drinking myself to. death, Not even Matilda, who thought me as hopeless As T knew she was! ELF. L. Cramped Father—What those blocks? Small Son “But isn’t it too small to live in?” “Then it will be an apartment house.” are you building with \ house to live in, Present condition of the little lake that you discovered four years ago, when it was almost unknown. Traveler—Traflic conditions in Europe Why, L was run over in London and nearly erushed. Raveler—Yes, and Twas run over in Venice and nearly drowned. are nearly as bad as here. tt Mistress—Did you open the parlor window? Maid—Yes, ma'am, Can't you hear the wind blowin’ things over? “Oh, yes, that’s the balloon type!” Curiosity “LL ADMIT your cheek is twice as fair as Hebe’ Your hair is burnished gold, I must confess; Your smile afflicts me with the heebie- jeebies; 1 love your voice of drowsy tenderness. What gods have given grace to all your features, Your lips, your mouth, your dimple and your eyes? But, loveliest of earth’s most lovely crea- tures, I want to know whose paint you adver- tise! The Bar Sinister (From the Providence Journal) DOG—Lost; small whiskers. 76 Keene st. Rewa mongrel with Airedale 1. ey Explorer—It was a narrow escape. For hours I hung to a rope while the chasm yawned beneath me. Tired Listener—How have been. bored it must comicbooks.com