Judge, 1925-08-08 · page 21 of 36
Judge — August 8, 1925 — page 21: what you’re looking at
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This Judge page contains two unrelated satirical pieces: **Top section** ("The Reel Stuff"): A film review column by Carroll Carroll critiquing current movies, using humorous one-liners. It references contemporary 1920s films and stars like Richard Dix and Adolphe Menjou. The reviews are brief jokes about the movies' quality or plots. **Bottom cartoons**: Two separate gags: 1. **Baseball cartoon**: Satirizes pitcher "Speed O'Brien" by depicting an absurdly exaggerated pitching technique—throwing a "smoke screen" so thick the batter cannot see the ball. This mocks either O'Brien specifically or the era's tendency to mythologize sports stars' abilities. 2. **Office cartoon**: A marital comedy: A wife catches her husband with a young woman at his office. He claims his typist is "an old maid" away ill, but the young woman present is supposedly her granddaughter. The joke relies on the obvious implausibility of this excuse—suggesting infidelity or at minimum deception. The page mixes entertainment reviews with humorous domestic and sports satire typical of 1920s Judge magazine.
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a= The Reel StufP By Carroll Carroll ODDDDDDDDDADDADDDDDDADVDDVDDDCADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDOONDNND The Pictorial Review The Lucky Devil—Richard Dix an’ a auto. The Happy Warrior—Above the average in every respect. The White Desert—Vanilla ice cream. One Year to Live—That’s too long for this one. Beggar on Horseback—A winner in the imagination sweepstakes. Don Q, Son of Zorro— Dougy does his stuff. Stege—Mary Alden’s acting is quite remarkable. Lost—A Wife—Menjou, as usual, thanks. The Paths of Paradise—A comedy kiddin’ crooks. You’ll laugh! and A Review of Reviews With Fifteen Famous Stars in Six Big Scenes Orveninc Bore Us “Night Life of New York” N ALLEGORICAL potpourri of Manhattan’smadand maudlin amusements, arranged for the edification of those who enjoy the vicari- ous thrill of seeing what they believe to be the truth, repre- sented as such. Of night clubs there are many, and a little of Texas Guinan. But what goings-on. Rod La Rocque, “a devil in his own home town,” steps out one night and learns the wild and wicked ways, and buy-ways, of vicious New York. I was to a night club once and nothing much ever came of it. I didn’t get mixed up with a bunch of crooks, except, of course, the waiters. I stopped at The Commodore Hotel once too, and they told me I couldn’t marry any of the telephone operators. But (Continued on page 32) 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 Speed O’Brien, the big league pitcher, perfects the invisible curve that throws out a smoke screen ahead of it so the batter can’t see it. Wire (paying unexpected call at the office)—You told me, John Henry, that your new typist was an old maid. Joun Henry (flustered) —That’s right, dear, she’s away ill to-day and sent her granddaughter instead. [Ee ee ee 19 comicbooks.com