Judge, 1925-02-28 · page 4 of 36
Judge — February 28, 1925 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers The top cartoon, "When it's 'Orange Blossom' time in Washington," depicts three men playing saxophones while appearing distressed or contorted. "Orange Blossom" appears to be a period slang term or reference (likely related to Washington D.C. social events), and the cartoon satirizes the cacophony and chaos of musicians—possibly representing politicians or government officials—struggling to perform together harmoniously. "The Seasonal Affliction" describes a man in physical distress, likely suffering from spring allergies or hay fever—a relatable medical complaint of the era. The humor derives from the sympathetic yet exaggerated depiction of his suffering. The lower cartoon shows a woman scolding what appears to be a younger person about cleanliness, using period-appropriate class commentary about servant behavior versus fancy presentation.
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CY Geis When it's “Orange Blossom” time in Washington. The Seasonal Affliction H" right arm was thrust sharply | forward, while his left was j twisted back of him. His whole body, from the waist up, twisted | spasmodically, and the expression of his gaunt face changed from suspense to a painful anxiety as he tensed his muscles for what was coming. With | lips drawn to a thin grim line of | determination, his shoulders heaved convulsively in rapid succession, and personsscated at nearby tableslooked at him with sympathetic pity, then averted their eyes. Bending swiftly over, he almost pitched forward on his face, and the waiter hurried to his aid. But it was too late. was on. Wayne G. Haisley sae The overcoat Nowadays, if you treat the ser- | vants like one of the family, they resent it. The Diary of a Dub Monday—Bought a saxophone to- day, but only blew it a little as the landlady asked me not to because she was expecting a telephone call and wanted to be sure and hear the phone ring. Tuesday—Practiced on my sax to- night until somebody accidentally threw a rock through the window and broke off two of the keys. Wednesday—Got sax fixed to-day and tried it out again to-night, but was interrupted when several neigh- bors dropped in with a piece of rope and we spent several hours talking about lynchings that had been caused by trifles. Thursday—Practice _ interrupted again to-night when false fire alarms were turned in from box near my window. Friday—To-night some practical joker in the neighborhood fired several shots into my room. Saturday—Didn't play any to- night, as I just got to wondering if my practicing on the sax ever bothered the neighbors. Chet Johnson \Funnybones / LETS EONS, ) Many are called, but few are right. Telephone numbers. Tadgo wil poy 85 for Ga0h one printed “Look—can yer beat it, spuds in a fancy bag!” “Go on, you was like that yerself once!” comicbooks.com