Judge, 1925-09-05 · page 7 of 36
Judge — September 5, 1925 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis This page from *Judge* magazine contains children's paper cut-outs and a short story called "The Cure." **The Cut-outs**: The top section shows a boy in underwear and four elaborate costumes—including military dress, formal wear, and riding attire—meant for children to cut out and dress the figure in, following a common magazine feature of that era. **"The Cure"**: The accompanying story appears to satirize urban social climbing and affected sophistication. A narrator encounters a man obsessed with appearing cosmopolitan—attending society events, bridge games, and fashionable parties. The man's pretension and constant socializing are framed as a kind of affliction requiring "cure." The page also includes period humor boxes like "Funnybones" and an advertisement section, typical of early-20th-century magazine layouts.
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—— The Cure pausep on the edge of the lone forest. Not a sound broke the utter stillness. Then, face to face with the mystery of this cternal silence, I entered the narrow path. Some secret impulse urged me for- ward. My journey, I felt, was not to go un ewarded. In the midst of this nearly impenetrable wilderness I suddenly came upon a hermit’s den. And then—of all men!—I saw the man I had known so recently, sitting there inscrutably. And he was the most confirmed ‘man-about-town I The female of the ics is more meddly than the male. CUT-OUTS FOR THE KIDDERS Here we have the Prince of W---s, little readers. sy ghocerse! ' eee 515 BO0yA AH! cen Ny “Speaking of this and that, Hali- burton, what's your sister doing now?” “Why, Panorama, I thought you knew. She's studying law.” “What! A barmaid in the family!” Mutat A eer ri\wbal See how cute he looks in the little uniforms. had ever met, one who passed his time between Long Island society and Upper Fifth avenue. “You!” L exclaimed, “the greatest devotce of jazz in town—here!” He nodded. “The most confirmed — bridge player!” He nodded. “The most constant attendant at week-end parties, dinner clubs, first nights and the conversation of gay ladies!’ Why do you come here?” He motioned me to sit down. “To avoid monotony,” he replied. KATY. SRAC, $ A, “sive « seateace with the word / t: Spigot” aa ne cake we igot a -meet- ing last night,” comicbooks.com