Judge, 1925-08-08 · page 10 of 36
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# Judge Magazine Satire Analysis **The Top Cartoon:** A joke about aging and fashion. Two women reunite after three years; one comments the other has aged considerably. The reply—that she wouldn't have recognized her companion except for her dress—implies the dress itself is so outdated or unfashionable that it's the only recognizable thing about her. The satire targets women's vanity regarding both appearance and fashion trends. **"Little Travels" Essay:** A humorous travelogue mocking both Irish stereotypes and American tourists. The author satirizes Irish speech patterns ("The top o' the milk"), crude behavior (kissing the Blarney Stone so vigorously noses break), and American ignorance (confusing geography, making poor Irish imitations). The ad for "Open a Business" offers capitalization on "knowledge"—itself a joke, since the essay demonstrates the travelers possess none. The humor depends on exaggerated ethnic caricatures typical of early 20th-century American media.
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“Tt must be three years since I saw you last. I hardly knew you—you have aged so!” - “Really! Well, IT wouldn't have Inown you except for that dress!” Little Travels Fighting Our Way through Ireland S" south in the North * Channel we finally reached Bel- fast, which, as all students of geog- raphy know, is up in the County Down. As we sat in a low-back cart, it lurched forward toppling several members of our party onto the rocky road to Dublin. Several natives, passing by and seeing our friends on the ground and thinking that a free- for-all was in progress, picked up some rocks out of the road and joined in the chorus. Tune: “That's how you can tell they’re Irish.” Continuing on our way, we amused ourselves by giving imitations of Pat Rooney and Chauncey Olcott. The minstrel boy, who accompanied us, slung his wild harp over his shoulder at the conclusion of the numbers. No one was hit. “The top of the morning to you!” we said in unison to the colleen who OPEN A BUSINESS OF YOUR OWN No Experience Necessary Capitalize your knowl- edge; we supply de- tails and necessary equipment, served our breakfast the next morn- ing. “The top o’ the milk to you, gintlemen!” she replied, pouring cream over our Irish oatmeal. It was a long way to Tipperary, so we didn’t go there. ~ Instead, we visited Limerick. While there we noticed a group of natives, with pencils and paper in their hands, sitting as if in thought. Our guide informed us that they were there waiting for the last line to come in. Swinging from our heels as if we were pendulums, we all kissed the Blamey Stone. Some of us kissed it harder than others—in fact, several noses were broken. Later, we saw some youngsters having a sham battle. They were hurling sham rocks at each other, although once in a while a real one got in by mistake. After pulling out of Cork, we took a schooner and were off. Next: Breezing through Holland. Robert Cyril O’ Brien comicbooks.com