Judge, 1924-07-05 · page 10 of 36
Judge — July 5, 1924 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# "One Hundred and One Percenters" - Judge Magazine Satire This page satirizes American hypocrisy and excess through three songs mocking different groups: **First section** ridicules college fraternity hazing and conformist "loyalty" - a pledge survives abuse, then is celebrated as a "regular guy." **Second section** contains deeply racist content depicting a lynching, presented as darkly comic. It reflects Judge's problematic era while ostensibly criticizing Southern violence as "Dixie justice." **Third section** attacks government officials as wasteful through "The Junketeers" - mocking Congressional junkets (pleasure trips disguised as official business). Politicians travel globally while neglecting domestic duties like infrastructure bills, spending public funds ("the Nation's swindle sheet"). **Final item** is a brief joke about child discipline. The cartoonist's drawing above shows a Native American figure pointing to a "See America First" sign - likely mocking the irony of promoting national tourism while mistreating Native Americans and engaging in corrupt government spending.
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“TI did—what good did it do me?” ONE HUNDRED AND ONE PERCENTERS I. Dear Oro Wan Wan (i At dear old Wah Wah College. They fastened me to a stake, They covered each stitch of my body with pitch And they chucked me in the lake. But luckily P'm a swimmer, And when I came safely through, ‘They all said that I was @ regular guy, And they pledged me to Psi Nu. Oh, they took me to the smoker At the Astordorf Hotel, Where Brother McGaff spol and a half On a subject he knew well— Of loyal sons of Wah Wah, Her faithful men and strong — ‘Then the rest of the blokes cracked some off-color jokes As they passed the flask along. an hour Il. Hanain’ Aunty Dinan Nothing could be finer than to hang old Aunty Dinah in the mo-mo-moan- ning. What on earth is sweeter than to string the mean old creetur in the mo-mo- moan-ning. She gave a white g: "Twas a pep'mint stick. The very next day, so the papers say, ‘That leetle white gal took sick! So we grabbed old mammy in her hut in Alabammy in the mo-mo-moan-ning, Nabbed her at her cookin’ while the Sheriff wasn’t lookin’, in the mo-mo- moan-ning. ‘Tied her to a flivver, dragged her into the candy. woods, Strung her to a hemlock—baby, that am the goods! Never even fussed us; that’s what we call Dixie justice in the mo-ho-ho- ning! Oh, our Senators are in Russia And our Congressmen in Japan, And a few of the other bloc-heads Fool around in Yucatan. The cabinet’s in Alaska, Just why, it's hard to tell. Tur JUNKETEERS 8 ‘The Speaker is down in Panama— Free seeds have gone to hell! Chorus: Junketeering! dunketeering! From Guatemala to the Straits of Bering! Oh, travel’s hard to beat, It's an educative treat, Especially when you can run up a bill on the Nation's swindle sheet! Junketeering! Junketeering! Far from the coatroom’s awful hue and ery! Serve your term with right good will Pass a river and harbor bill— And you'll go on a junket by and by! Feuer. Facing the Music Mother—Now I'll sing you a little lullaby, and then if you don't go to sleep I'll spank you. Little —Can't you spank me now and let it go at that? comicbooks.com