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# "The Judgment of Paris" - Satirical Travel Story This is a humorous narrative (not a political cartoon) mocking an American tourist named Jenkins visiting Paris. The satire targets American ignorance of European culture and architecture. Jenkins repeatedly misidentifies or trivializes famous Parisian landmarks through crude American comparisons: the Eiffel Tower against the Woolworth Building; the Arc de Triomphe reminds him of Greenwich Village; he mistakes the Café Cliquot liqueur bottle label for a restaurant named after a widow. The joke hinges on Jenkins being chronically drunk—he's hungover from the night before, can't remember where he went, and the narrator gives up, sardonically suggesting he fill Jenkins with alcohol and light it. The accompanying small cartoon, "One Good Turn," shows a Boy Scout who beat up another boy for calling him a "cock-eyed lyre" (likely "liar"), playing on Scout honor codes. The satire mocks both American provincialism and alcoholic tourism clichés.
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oe The Judgment of Paris “Wee Jenkins,” I said, “I've come to show you Paris. Sorry I couldn't meet you last night when you landed.” “Last night wasn't so bad,” said Jenkins. “The gang at the hotel helped me out. A whole | ‘em put me to bed, and I ur button.” We started zig-zagging about Paris. First, of rse, L sped him to the Eiffel Tower. “This funny edifice which re- sembles a Puritan's hat,” T explained, “is not equal in height to the Wool- worth Building. It’s higher.” “Glad to sce it's sobered up this morning.” commented Jenkins. “The it was wabbling around last it I thought it was the Tower of Pisa!” T hauled him off and launched him along the boulevards. The sight of water might do him good. *, What a bunch of bridges,” said Jenkins. “Wouldn't t ade of t miss even a CC corking beer gardens though? What's ont du Carrousel.” cried Jenkins, “they've got the idea already!” I rushed him to the Place de la Concorde, “That obelisk.” kins, “reminds me of the time [ commented Jen- almost won a case of rve by shinning up the one in Central Park. Why, old man Desperately Tomade for the Place de U Etoile. “ONE GOOD TURN—" Beuowpver (to Boy Scout) “Why, Henry. what has happened to you?” “Well, I just had to beat up Jimmy Pheasant for calling me a cock-eyed lyre.” Vassticny Tell yu wot, it takes nerve to go out an’ hang yer pants on the line this weather, Well, you're through for the day. “This.” [T began solemnly, “is the Arc de Triomphe, which in its colossal grandeur so gloriously reminds us of—" “Greenwich — Villag broke in Jenkins reminiscently. “Why, would you believe it, I fizzed a siphon almost over the top of that old arch “OF course yon And that’s tf 2 Which was erected > Bs Column of Ju to commemor “Sure. 1 ein Jenkins, “TL know, of To commemorate the beginning Prohibition!” I was staggering. “We'll omit the Jardin des Plantes and its zoo.” Lo murmured. “As Victor H rat's it!” cried Jenkins. “That's what?” [demanded wildly. “Where Twas last night. Couldn't remember. Dandy joint, little old Café Victor Hugo. 1 think it was run by a widow lady. ‘Gleeko,’ or something like the “Veuve Cliquot, Jenkins, is not a wlady. It's a drink.” ow that you mention it,” said Jenkins, “*« re if Tide.” At that [I gave up, and to Henri’s. “Henri,” [ said, “here American. Fill him up with your most inflammat map of Paris down his throat, and Tight it.” rove him 1 brave aloohol, shove a comicbooks.com