Judge, 1924-07-05 · page 5 of 36
Judge — July 5, 1924 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several humor pieces rather than political cartoons: **"Dumb-belladonna"** satirizes a woman claiming intelligence despite admitting she lacks education, mining knowledge, or serious study—mocking pretentiousness about being "smart." **"The 'Fourth' in an Apartment"** describes neighbors displaying a Fourth of July flag in their apartment courtyard, creating practical problems (sun damage, trash accumulation). The humor derives from impractical patriotism in confined urban spaces. **Other brief comedic dialogues** include "The Bookworm" (someone reading only book titles), "Loophole" (barbershop banter about haircuts and the Garden of Eden), and exchanges between professors, golfers, and spouses—standard domestic humor of the era. The page represents Judge's typical format: light satirical commentary on everyday middle-class life, social pretension, and domestic situations rather than serious political critique.
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=. Dumb-belladonna EK ERYBODY calls me a dumb-b Between you and I the: wrong. Although they admit that I'm some belle, ay that my brain ain't so strong. “gt Though my brains may be weak, I can vamp any sheik For I'm pretty smart just the same. Chorus T didn’t have to study mining engineering To learn how to dig gold. I didn’t ruin my eyes Over books to put me wise ‘To the fact all men are bold. Nobody ever, learned me to be clever, I know enough to duck in when it rains, It’s really very simple, If the boobs prefer a dimple, Say, why do T have to have brains? The “Fourth” in an Apartment O <THE Fourth of July we displayed a flag from one of our windows open- ing on the court of our apartment house. We have no window on the street or we would have used that. Still it’s a very nice court. We noticed that somebody down on the third floor had a flag out, too. The court was spick and span for the holi i laun- y be dried out in it, of course the superintendent tells all tenants who feel they must throw trash out to please use the dumb-waiter shaft. The flag was out so early, it got the early sun for a while, as our side of the court does. We noticed afterward that the sun Golfer—I suppose you know this course well? Diminutive Caddie—Yeah—bin here man an’ boy for th’ last two years! 3 “I want a day off to look for a job for the missis.” “Will you be back to-morrow?” “Yus, if she don’t get it.” had not faded the flag any to speak of. We couldn't help thinking that this Barbara Frietchie, who got shot at once in the Civil War because she hung a flag out, might much better have lived on a court. F. D. The Bookworm Friend—Hi in your libri Nuriche—Well, I’ve finished the titles, and I'm just starting on the authors’ names. you read all the books Loophole “Nice work,” observed the patron, contemplating his newly acquired hair- cut. “Sorry this is a no-tip place.” . mister,” whispered the barber, hoarsely, “apples wasn’t allowed in the Garden of Eden, neither.” These Professors! She—I wonder if you remember me? Years ago you asked me to marry you Absent-minded Professor—Ab, yes: and did you? sae Wife—You seem worried, dear. Did anything go wrong at the bank to-day? Bank President—Yes, the cashier. comicbooks.com