Judge, 1924-11-22 · page 8 of 24
Judge — November 22, 1924 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page presents satirical commentary on early 20th-century social dynamics, specifically around courtship and gender relations. **"At the Big Game"** depicts a couple at a football game where the man is intensely focused on the match while his female companion tries to engage him in conversation about social plans. The humor lies in his dismissive, frustrated responses—he'd rather watch football than discuss bridge games or find male companions. The satire mocks masculine obsession with sports and the disconnect between men's and women's social priorities. **"Party Line Version"** is a sidebar joke about women monopolizing telephone party lines (shared telephone lines common in that era), suggesting women's tendency to gossip endlessly. **"Funnybones"** sections present exaggerated romantic dialogue where couples bicker and exchange emotional manipulation—he ignores her, she threatens to leave, he encourages her to go, etc. The satire critiques the performative nature of courtship arguments and emotional blackmail in relationships. The bottom cartoon's caption, "You've got to have a license to do anything these days," suggests modern life's increasing regulation, shown through various licensed activities.
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‘The 187 Amendment At the Big Game FRIEND of mine took itdown. I saw him doing it and made him g' it to me. He's in journalism and his excuse was that he was just doing it for practice but I wouldn't put blackmail past anyone in jour- nalism. He claims it’s rerbatim. It probably is. She—Did I tell you that Will can’t come to play bridge with you and Mabel and’ me next Tuesday so asked Gertrude? Me—Getta man! For God sake, getta man!! She—Why I thought you liked Ger- trude? All right, I'll ask Clarence. Me—Oh, Lord! Cancha getta man? She—Well, then, how about Fred? Funnybones PARTY LINE VERSION Woman's place is on the phone. pa Judge will pay 85 for Gach one printed You've got to hare a license Baye oe Dutfer ) “Tio can’t be loved as cheaply as one.” Giaago mil pay $5 for cach one printed Me—Awful! Rotten! Ghastly! him out! He don’t know what it’s all about! Goodness, you're hard to please! I don’t care! ['Ul ask whom- ever Lchoose. Then what'll you do, Mr. Smarty? Me—Kick, dammit! Kick! She—I don’t believe you're listen- ing toa word I say. You're not pa: ing a bit of attention tome. I think you're horrid and my hands are almost frozen. Me—Hold ’em! Sit on ‘em! Step on ‘em! Smother ’em! She—And the rug has fallen on the floor. Me—Get down! Get down and under it! She—And I'm miserable and un- happy and I wish I'd never come to this old game with you. Me—Come on line! Attaline! You know the stuff that holds ‘em. She—You brute! Will you pay attention tome? I'll never speak to you again! Me—There it is! Same old fake! It's only good once a season! She—Oh! Is that so? Well, if I could only get out of here P'd show you something! Id leave you this instant! Me—Attakid! You're free! Go! Gol! GO!!! Nothing can stop you now! Hike! Run, skoot! Dam— Touchdown!!!!! Why, Mildred, what’s wrong? Excitement too much for you? What are you crying for? Here, have a drink! Carroll ( Funnybones / My laundry did so well on my { collars that I sent them a razor to { sharpen for me ) (Fuage wil comicbooks.com