Judge, 1925-05-16 · page 9 of 36
Judge — May 16, 1925 — page 9: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This satirical page contains several distinct pieces targeting early 1920s American culture: **"A Fundamentalist's Mammy Song"** is the primary content—a mocking song about Tennessee's ban on teaching evolution in schools. The satire ridicules fundamentalists who reject Darwinian theory by having a speaker claim he wants to return South where people aren't considered related to primates ("Our cousin, the gorilla"). The joke inverts the anti-evolution argument: the speaker pretends the South is evolutionarily advanced by *denying* human-ape kinship, when the fundamentalists' actual position was the opposite. The surrounding lighter items—quick jokes about taxi drivers overcharging ("longest way round is shortest way to bring home bacon"), a poison case, and "Krazy Kracks" (reader-submitted puns)—fill space typical of Judge's format. The illustrations show period dress and social scenes. The overall page reflects Judge's role as sophisticated urban satire mocking rural religious conservatism and American social pretensions.
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Oh! She puckered up her lips— Lips like the rose in June— Believe me they were pipps. She puckered up her lips Thrilled to my finger tips, T acted like a loon. She puckered up her lips And whistled me a tune. Slogan for Taxi-drivers The longest way round is the shortest. way to. bring home the bacon, Of All Places! From a best seller: “They found him dead on the floor of the living-room.” Mars. Catt—I beg your pardon, my dear, Doctor—V‘ou're a bad case of poisoning. Gent wit tHE Matapy—Yes—and I hare six bottles left. Casirs CGA“ DE . but T think you are being paged. A Fundamentalist's Mammy Song (They're Forbidden the Teaching of Erolution in Tennessee Sch I Wanna go back to Tennessee To Mammy’s dogs and don- keys: I wanna go back where folks are free Of kinship with the monkeys. I wanna go back to Mammy’s gate And leave my Northern villa— Down South where folks repudiate Our cousin, the gorilla. I wanna go back to Tennessee And hear the choo-choo clangy: I wanna fool the chimpanzee; No ape, orang-outangy, Can call me “Cousin Arthur” there And flout me like a funky— So, Mammy, I'm a comin’ where A monkey's just a monkey! Arthur L. Lippmann KRAZY RACKS “sive a sentence with the word Orphan” orphan her fe good.”* 9 Judge pays $5 for each krazy krack printed. comicbooks.com