Judge, 1925-07-11 · page 3 of 36
Judge — July 11, 1925 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page presents a satirical "recipe" for writing inspirational verse, mocking sentimental poetry popular in the early 20th century. The main cartoon depicts two men—one in a hat and coat, the other appearing disheveled—conversing near automobiles. The dialogue suggests one man is accompanying the other to see a doctor, with a joke about his wife's appearance. The recipe text above ridicules clichéd inspirational writing by suggesting authors include: hiking narratives, mention of mothers, rhyming, and romantic imagery about boating. The satire targets the formulaic, emotionally manipulative nature of popular verse from this era, poking fun at writers who recycled identical themes and sentiments to create "immense" work.
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‘“*LIFE LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS"' JUDGE Recipe for Writing Inspirational Verse Te a long hard hike up the long hard pike That's the road that leads to home, Add a mongrel pal and “The One Best Gal”; Say that no one needs to roam Intoworldly harms from his Mother's arms, (And then disregarding sense) You must work real hard to include “real pard” And your stuff will be immense! “I must see the doctor to-day. “That's an idea. Mention Mother,dear, whom another year You left on the window seat; Say “she's waiting there in the cool fresh air.” (To be saved from some cheap cheat.) Then you'd better say that you won't delay, That you can’t make Mammy wait; Then again expound on your faithful hound And your stuff will be just great! I I don't like the look of my wife.” T'll come with you, old man; I can’t bear the sight of mine either.” Cry “carry me back to the tiny shack That I left in years of yore.” (Your rhythm or time don’t matter, just rhyme And then rhyme and rhyme some more.) Don’t forget bright lamps and the long night tramps On the road to your success; Now end with a boast that you love Ma most, And peddle the bloomin’ mess! Carroll comicbooks.com