Judge, 1924-09-13 · page 8 of 72
Judge — September 13, 1924 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two distinct satirical pieces: **"O Tempora! O Mores!"** is a sketch mocking Julius Caesar as a modern American golfer. The satire works by anachronism—placing the historical Roman leader in 1920s domestic life, obsessed with golf, irritating his wife Calpurnia, and planning outings with other Roman historical figures (Cassius, Brutus, Pompey). The humor relies on the absurdity of treating ancient Rome as contemporary America, with Caesar behaving like a typical henpecked husband. **"Auto-taphs"** is a darkly comedic section about automobile accident deaths, written as mock epitaphs for various victims killed by cars—a topical concern during the automobile's rise. It's presented as gallows humor about the dangers of modern traffic. The cartoon at bottom shows people reacting to a dog causing chaos in a street scene. The overall page satirizes modern American life through exaggeration and death/accident humor typical of Judge's style.
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O Tempora! O Mores! Scexe—Caesar’s palace. Time—Sunday morning. Enter Caesar clad in sport coat and knickerbockers. He carries a golf bay Caesar (calling loudly) —Calpurnia! What ho, Calpurnia! Calpurnia (from above)—Shut. up you litte worm! Do you want to wake all the neighbors? What ar you yelping for? Caesar—Where is my niblick? I left it in the hall last night and now it’s gone. Darn the hired help, anyway! Calpurnia w, Julius, if you think you're going to dig up the turf on the front lawn with those ridiculous practice shots, you're very much mis taken. You'll go into the back yard for that! Caesar—Lawn? What lawn, woman? This morning I play the Capitolin course with you Cassius for a ball a hole. Don’t worry about your lawn! Calpurnia—What’s that you sail about playing golf? Cacsar—I said 1 was going to pla with yon Cassius. Maybe we ean find Brutus and Pompey and have a four some. You can come along if you won't talk. Calpurnia—Really, Julius i MeNally’s youngster drove the car. . mL are ‘ | Sue—It’s wonderful how you know —you just too silly for words. Do yon actually i seem te put a few dabs of color on and there's the imaging that you're going to play gol sUggeON: oy . . this morning? } | He—Well, P've got a sister in the Follies. (Continued on page 27) 4 Auto-taphs ber 1 Zs. * Tie driver tried his almost best PY i To miss John Smith, you know the P rest. { q This dame paid dearly for her blunder; 4d The car went on and she went under. } If honks and signals loudly given i ik Could save the deaf, John H. were H | livin’. Hi e. 7 *, it A kindly fate met Sally Blewitt— bin. | Hit so quick she never knew it. an | Confused by sundry raucous toots, i 4 i Lem Sykes lies here without his boots. ae Andrew MacTavish crossed the bar— Last of all went Thomas Henty; | Got his summons, good and plenty. i P. Destrian. ery “Remember that fellow, Samson? He killed a lot 0° | people with the jawbone of aa There’s many a slip between a “Yeah—I remember. Wh | ship and the hip. “Well, he'd have saved time if he'd used the other end.” comicbooks.com