Judge, 1925-02-14 · page 8 of 36
Judge — February 14, 1925 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page satirizes early-20th-century medical fads and social absurdities. **"Diet" article**: Mocks physicians who prescribe opposite diets to different patients for identical complaints. A doctor tells one patient (Mrs. Gurgleheim) to eat rare meat three times daily; the next patient (Mr. Blitherswaite) gets starches and cold potatoes—both charged fifty dollars. The author notes he's caught between two doctor-friends (one all-meat advocate, one raw-vegetable devotee) who agree only on garlic, forcing him to eat garlic exclusively until both friends avoid him. The satire critiques medicine's contradictory dietary theories presented as science. **"Wire" cartoon**: A woman learning to fly in an early airplane crashes into a building, asking "Did I do that right, dear?"—absurdist humor about aviation's dangers. **"Oh, Mudder!" verse**: Ironic commentary on a mother who scolds her son for getting dirty while simultaneously applying mud to her own face (likely a beauty treatment)—hypocrisy about cleanliness standards. **"Krazy Kracks"**: Wordplay jokes about an escalator and fighting used as hiccough cure.
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Diet rorpLe think that medical science | has advanced a whole lot. Asa | i matter of fact, the same principle | | prevails that did in the days of our i] fathers. Before, the doctors pre- | scribed evil tasting medicines, while to-day they are strong on diet. Mrs. Gurgleheim, for example, enters a great physician's office. | 2 “Do you like potate he asks. “Oh, you do. do you? No potatoes | 1—not one! Do you like meat? You do not care for it very | much? In your case, you will eat — | meat three times a day. Meat for yours, and as rare as possible. Fifty dollars. I thank you, and come and see me in a month.” The next patient to be shown in by the cruelly smiling nurse is pers | haps Mr. Blitherswaite. “So you like me queries the great man. “Well, you | and it will leave | ' leave meat alor you alone. Starches for you Breakfast—cold potato and _ ric Lunch, the same thing, and you can | vary the evening meal with the crusts the children left. Fifty dollars. I thank you.” | Lately, I have been trying to please two doctors, who happen to be friends of mine. One of them is an all meat man and the other a raw vegetable fiend. They only agree on one point, and that is—garlic! So I have been living more or less entirely upon Italy's favorite fruit. The curious thing about it is that my ‘ friends are avoiding me. Curious! | Wire (learning to fy)—Did I do that right, dear? Thomas Edgelow | rvs hy Ar Oh, Mudder! When little Buddy Holding Falls into the mud, His mother’s irate scolding And chastisement of Bud She feels is but her duty To punish his disgrace— But yet, in search of beauty She smears mud on her face. A. L. L. escalator.” “My girl forgot to & phone me so I'l es- calator.” “Tehk, tchk, fr shame, Mrs. Hinnisey! Fightin’ again!” Judge pays $5 for each krazy krack printed. “Fightin’ nothin’, Mrs. Hooligin! I'm curin’ his hiccoughs.” comicbooks.com