Judge, 1925-08-22 · page 11 of 36
Judge — August 22, 1925 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page from *Judge* magazine contains satirical content targeting Henry Ford of Detroit (censored as "H---y F--d"). The top cutouts mock Ford by presenting caricatured figures, likely referencing his public persona and influence. The main poem "They Were Right" uses ironic nostalgia—praising the ancient world's "flat earth" simplicity while listing modern conveniences (autos, jazz, movies, flappers) that Ford himself helped popularize through mass production. The satire suggests Ford's industrial progress, while materially comfortable, has made life morally or spiritually worse. Supporting jokes mock 1920s excess: a writer earning $10/word for love notes between millionaires and Follies dancers, and a brief anecdote where a diving instructor is revealed to be practicing only because he needs affordable lunch counter meals—suggesting underlying economic desperation beneath fashionable leisure. The "weather man" epitaph appears unrelated wordplay. Overall, the page satirizes modern consumer culture and wealth inequality in the Jazz Age.
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This, little boys and girls, is H---y F--d of Detroit. They Were Right T= ancients thought the world was flat; They had a funny notion About the sun, the moon and stars That dipped into the ocean. They had no home-run heroes, They had no girlie shows, No income tax, no autos, No jazz and radios. They had no moving pictures, No gilded cabarets; No painted, wise young flappers, Also no Great White Ways. The while I sit and ponder, I can’t hold back a grin; The ancients thought the world was flat— OLord! It must have been. Pas A bit of fiction from a new writer recently brought $10 a word. It was a love note from a married millionaire to a Follies girl. A man may hare an open coun- tenance tut his wife soon shuts him up. CUT-OUTS FOR THE KIDDERS ct UGE Here lies the weather man, William H. Hill; Says he'll meet us in heaven; Ah, the same old Bill. hou hebinemre bar ve eite pay? #5 10F CON ony, ire fa See how funny he looks. Paradise Lost It was one of those perfect summer evenings; moon casting a pale radiance upon the gently undulating water; rustle of branches and scent of pine boughs in the air; charming girl, suggestive of the fondest dreams of Coty, Houbigant, Gabilla, Fiorct and Guerlain, then some d: fool started to play a ukulele. Carroll Instructor—You dive extraordinarily well. I suppose you practice @ great deal? Tun Youtu—Well, I have to get my lunch every day at a counter in the city. comicbooks.com