Judge, 1925-10-10 · page 13 of 37
Judge — October 10, 1925 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Political & Social Satire Analysis This Judge magazine page contains two distinct pieces of humor targeting early 20th-century American society: **"Unwritten History"** is a comedic parody of Arthurian legend that satirizes Prohibition-era drinking and domestic chaos. King Arthur, depicted as a drunk nobleman ("quaffing the merry bowl"), becomes violent and irrational—threatening to behead servants and his wife over minor disturbances. The joke hinges on the absurdity of medieval chivalry reframed as drunken aristocratic excess. The punchline—that knights wore armor to protect themselves from the King's murderous drunkenness—mocks both the romantic legend and contemporary wealthy men's alcohol-fueled behavior. **"My Girl Friends and Me"** satirizes the "modern girl" of the 1920s through contrasting female stereotypes. The narrator prefers "Peggie," described as beautiful but stupid ("a dumb-bell dressed in pink"), over intelligent or active women. This reflects period anxiety about educated, independent women—Lisa (intellectual), Elsie (athletic/independent), and Margie (quick-witted) are presented as threatening, while the passive, unintelligent woman is the "ideal" romantic choice.
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Whose hootch in America? Unwritten History Kr ArtHur had been quaffing the merry bowl until late ahd Queen Guinevere was even how getting him out of his evening suit with a mallet and chisel: From the distant courtyard came sounds of the departing guests and the King swore drowsily as Sir Kaye guffawed overloud in his merriment. The Lord High Chamberlain of the Royal Headgear dropped the King’s helmet and killed the cat, so Queen Guinevere ordered that he be beheaded in the morning. Just as King Arthur was about to be ‘ poured into the royal purple pyjamas a footstep sounded in the hall. “What was that?” said the King. “Only a servant,” replied Guine- vere, slightly flustered. “Then chop off his head,” grinned the King. “It’s not worth the countered the Queen. “Then have him here.” “Oh, no,” said the Queen, becom- ing alarmed. “Oh, yes,” said King Arthur. “No you won't.” “Yes, I will.” “Now, Artie—.” “Oh, all right, but those servants have got to be more quiet.” Just when evetything looked jake and the Queen was breathing easier, a soft knock sounded on the door and a gtuff voice queried softly, “Are you there, Gwen?” “Launcelot,” howled the King, “come in here.” “Peace,” shrieked Guinevere. bother,” “Til have a piece of his head,” growled the King, “commere, you.” This last to Launcelot, who entered sheepishly. “Attie, I haven’t done a thing,” pleaded Guinevere. Then, just as the King was about to chop off het head, Launcelot came to the tescue with that true gallantry which always characterized him. “Peace, my liege,” he said, “I came but to return the royal ukulele which thou inadvertently mislaid at the Round Table.” And that, dear children, is the reason why Knights wore armor in the days of long ago. My Girl Friends and Me Isa is a nice girl, noted for her brains; Elsie is an outdoor girl, fresh as English rains; Margie is a witty girl, quick at quip and jest; But Peggie is a stupid girl—and I like Peggie best. Lisa talks of novels, roundelays and odes; Elsie wears your ankles out pounding country roads; Margie stirs your cerebrum, tries to make you think; But Peggy’s simply statuesque, a dumb-bell dressed in pink. Lisa knows equations, chemistry and French; Elsie would be happiest fighting in a trench; Margie throws a wicked line, never lets you rest; But Peg’s too dumb to move or talk —that’s why I like her best. Edwin Rutt KRAZY ‘RACKS BA “site a sentence with the word ie Dimension” ¢ “Thank you.” “Dimension it!” THE QUARREL “We part right here.” comicbooks.com