Judge, 1925-07-11 · page 7 of 36
Judge — July 11, 1925 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains a theatrical play synopsis titled "Weeds: A Story of a Worse Event" by J. Cecil Hatto, set in Asbestos. The top cartoon depicts a domestic dispute—a woman confronts a man about dancing with other women, while he defensively suggests she'd be equally upset if he danced with other men. This illustrates early 20th-century marital jealousy humor. The play synopsis describes comic scenarios involving a Congressman, an officer, and a character named "Little Nell" tied to railroad tracks—evoking melodramatic theatrical tropes of the era. The bottom illustration shows sand-trap bunkers in golf, captioned as encouraging discouraged golfers to renew interest in the game—likely satirizing golf's growing popularity among wealthy Americans.
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+t “Weeds” A Story of a Worse Event Price—No object Curtain—Asbestos Time—Then Place—Vhere First Act—On the stage in two scenes, obscene aud unseen. Second Act—Same as Act 5. Third Act—Kither on a train or in jail; depending on alertness of company. Act I Enter an officer and a gentleman, ‘The officer speaks first. , Upon hearing this the gentleman gnashes his teeth, rents his clothes, hocks his watch aud burns the old homestead. Exit Caesar. Enter a Congressman with two other comedians. They tie Little Nell to the tracks of the Erie R. R. A saxophone is heard calling to its mate. Round one ends with two touch- downs on neither side. During a brief intermission of six days free drinks are served in the smoking-room by Sir Harry Lauder. Seconp Inning A Week Previous “Tis Monday, Enter Napoleon, They both rescue Little Nell just before last Thursday's train. s—I go mad when I think of you dancing with other men, supposing I danced with other women? Sue—I know the position is terrible—they'd go mad, probably. Exit Cleopatra, Uncle Tom and the Smith Bros. A shot is fired—so is the drummer, Enter the police. Exit: Entire company. Why not? Not This house with every seal o vied would be a great sur- prise to us all, J. Cecil Hutts These sand-trap-doors in the new booze bunkers tend to instill new life in the discouraged golfer and renew his interest in the game, o comicbooks.com