Judge, 1925-05-30 · page 7 of 36
Judge — May 30, 1925 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two separate pieces of humorous fiction rather than political cartoons. **"What's the Use?"** (top) is a poem about "Good little Gertrude," a well-behaved girl who grows up to marry a wealthy millionaire—satirizing the era's messaging that feminine virtue guarantees advantageous marriage. **"Could You Blame Him?"** (bottom) is a romantic narrative about a man overwhelmed by moonlit attraction to a woman in a garden, leading him to steal a kiss. The story's sympathetic framing of his impulsive behavior reflects early 20th-century attitudes normalizing male romantic assertiveness. The accompanying sketches depict leisure scenes and courtship moments. Neither piece appears to reference specific political events or figures—they're social satire targeting gender norms and romantic conventions of their time.
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