Judge, 1924-09-27 · page 8 of 36
Judge — September 27, 1924 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Explanation for Modern Readers This Judge magazine page contains several satirical pieces mocking early 20th-century social conventions and literary trends. **Top cartoons** joke about gender dynamics (a woman's ambiguous feelings) and changing male behavior—men now slip away between theater acts to drink rather than socialize, reflecting Prohibition-era concerns. **Doctor cartoon**: A physician, having removed a patient's appendix, immediately suggests more surgeries (thyroid, tonsils). The satire targets unnecessary medical procedures and doctors' profit motives—a recurring concern about overtreatment. **Clothing cartoon**: A customer questions whether he can wear a particular color, satirizing male fashion insecurity and consumerism. **"Hints for Amateur Authors"** section parodies melodramatic pulp fiction tropes: a duchess swearing, an inexplicably six-toed woman, "blue blood" (literal blood), and arbitrary repeated behavior. The satire mocks overwrought, sensationalist popular fiction of the era.
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Daisies Won’t Tell She loves me not? She loves me? Please, Daisy, tell me, do: She loves me not? She loves mel Now, Daisy, tell me: Who? Reversed Marie—The men don’t go out be- tween the acts like they used to. Gladys—No. Now they merely come in a while between drinks. aad Many a man who is sentimental about the old swimming-hole that was three miles from town, complains bitterly if the bathroom is at the end of the hall. Docror (after removing his barber’s appendix)— And now, my dear sir, how about a little liver or thyroid operation? And your tonsils need trimming terribly! CustomER—There’s only one thing I’m doubtful about. Would I dare wear that color? Hints for Amateur Authors LWAYS arrange to start off with a bang. Some eye-catching starts are shown as examples, and permission to use any or all of them is hereby given. “Oh, hell!” exclaimed the duchess, looking her admirer straight in his monocle. Roderick Pedalton, the handsome young chiropodist, gazed down at the beautiful female foot upon the velvet cushion and pity surged through him. The foot had six toes. Paralyzed in every muscle of his being, Bob Jones sat in the library of Reginald Van Bibber, his eyes staring at the thin crack beneath the door of the adjoining room. Van Bibber had gone into that room two minutes be- fore. There had followed the sound of a shot. Now a rivulet of blue blood was slowly seeping out from beneath that door. “What, again?” asked the fault- lessly groomed young man, as his stern eyes looked over the menu card at his companion. “I know what I like,” replied Gladys Tresservain coldly. ‘‘What’s it to you if I order chicken salad three times a day?” Fred B. Mann comicbooks.com