Judge, 1924-10-18 · page 13 of 36
Judge — October 18, 1924 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis for Modern Readers This page from *Judge* contains satirical humor targeting early 20th-century American consumer culture and gender dynamics. The top cartoon mocks modernist architecture—a homeowner proudly describes his "advanced design" house as merely "a fire-car garage and a sleeping-porch," deflating pretentious design trends. The "True Confessions" section presents darkly comic monologues from wives who murdered their husbands over trivial annoyances: one husband obsessed with self-help advertisement promises ("Unlock the Giant Within You!"), another distracted by golf during dinner. The satire targets both gullible men and the advertising industry's manipulative claims. "Funnybones" contains brief jokes: one mocks chauffeurs as lazy; another depicts marital dynamics where a busy husband refuses his new wife's affection, so she summons a footman instead—suggesting infidelity or role-reversal humor. The "Triolet" mocks British novelists for relying on British slang and colloquialisms ("Top-hole," "Garn," "Blokes") as lazy writing shortcuts rather than genuine literary talent.
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Frienp—Your new house seems to be of rather—er—advanced design. “Oh, quite. Have You Murdered a Man? True Confessions Y HUSBAND believed all he read in the advertisements. He would sit up until all hours of the night studying ads headed “Unlock the Giant Within You!” or “From $10 a Week to $10,000 a Year in Six Months.” After dinner as I sat by the fire darning the holes out of his Hole- proof sox and trying to tell him about what cute things little Oswald had said that day he would be so en- grossed in “Reduce Your V Music,” that he couldn't hear me. stood it as long as I could, and then yesterday morning, after he had finished his coffee, I marked I had just discovered that the cook has pyorrhea. The terrible thought that probably he would now be one of the “four out of every five” proved too much for him, and he expired before I could reach his side. (Mrs.) Ethyl Aleah Hall 1 T was a sultry evening in June. My husband sat down to dinner after a hard day on the links. I passed him the biscuits. He absent- mindedly took one, held it a moment, then without looking up from his paper handed it back, ng: “I believe T'll use a floater on this hole.” I threw the plateful at him and he died of concussion before the doctor could arrive. (Mrs.) Maida Bone Funnybones The average chauffeur certainly takes life easily. ‘Fudge will pay $5 for cach one printed Nes Mrs. WELLorF (recently married) me sit on your knee? Mr. WetLorF—I am really too busy, dear. footman.and sit on his. It consists of a fire-car garage and a sleeping-porch.” Triolet-—After Reading Any British Novel No authors have it easier Than British writing folks— For, when their brains get wheezier, No authors have it easier. With “B “Top-hole’'— “Chee: “Right-o”—or “Garn”—or “Blokes” No authors have it easier Than British writing folks! Darling, won't you let Ring for a