Judge, 1926-01-23 · page 7 of 36
Judge — January 23, 1926 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This Judge page contains two separate pieces: **"From Generation to Generation"** (left): A dialogue between Great-Grandmother, Grandmother, Mother, and Flapper about changing social customs. Each generation laments that young women have lost respectability—the Flapper dismisses these concerns, defending modern freedoms. The satire mocks generational anxiety: each older generation believed *their* youth marked civilization's decline. **"They Call It the Descent of Man"** (right): A sketch about a woman purchasing a leopard-skin coat. The husband protests it's unfashionable; she insists it's the height of style on the Avenue. The joke satirizes how women follow fashion trends uncritically and husbands' powerlessness to stop wasteful spending. Both pieces target 1920s social change: generational conflict and consumer culture, particularly women's evolving roles.
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From Generation to Generation REAT-GRANDMOTHER—D ear, dear, dear. I suppose I must be getting old. I just don’t know what the world’s coming to. “ Everything is hustle and hurry and bustle. Seems as if the artof being a lady was a lost one what with bridge playing, and late hours, and no respect for one’s parents. Why, I remember when I was a girl— Grandmother (sotto voce)—Dear me, I-hope I’m not like that when I get really old. Grandmother—Dear, dear, dear. I suppose I must be getting old. I just don’t know what the world’s coming to. Everything is hustle and hurry and bustle. Seems as if the art of being a lady was: a lost one what with playing cards for money, and golf, and riding astride, and no respect for one’s parents. Why, I remember when I was a girl— Mother (sotto voce)—Heavens, I hope I’m not like that when I get old. Mother—I hate to think I am getting old. Goodness knows, I am liberal enough. I suppose I’m an anachronism. Really belong in the barouche and champagne age instead of-this gin and taxi time. But it does seem as if the art of being a lady were utterly lost on the present generation what with bobbed hair, and rolled stockings, and petting parties and no respect at all for one’s parents. Why, I remember when I was a girl— mm BWR 2 The only man who can make the bootlegger feel like a piker. Flapper (sotto voce)—If that line isn’t the kitten’s nightshirt. I hope Tm not like that when I get old. Flapper—Well, you funny little baldheaded thing. You make me feel as old as a musical comedy joke. I wonder what you will grow up to be. Probably howl for gin in your nursing bottle next. Well, I was your age about a thousand parties ago and I remember— Baby (fortissimo)—Blah!!! Sterling Patterson “CUTTING IN” This crude custom is believed to have originated .in the: Stone. Age.,* ><. They Call It the Descent of Man Rr. and Mrs. Nordic speaking: “Oh, Jim!” “Don’t you like it?” “N-n-no. It’s—it’s leopard skin!” “Yeah. They told me at the store it was the latest thing. ‘What you want is leopard skin,’ the clerk said. ‘The niftiest coats on the Avenue are leopard this year,’ he said. ‘If your wife is a nifty dresser,’ he said, ‘just get her this leopard skin coat—’ ” “Take it back! I won’t have the miserable thing! I’m not going to make myself look like a—a—you know—the kind of woman who wears these loud, outlandish things! I said I wanted seal, and you go right straight back and exchange this for one.” “Well—oh, well, all right. All right. Did you say seal? . . . Yes, yes, right away. Good-by.” Mr. and Mrs. Cro-Magnon speak- ing: “Q-0-0-0 Mckligin!” “Wot?” “Leopard, Mckligln, leopard!” “Gude leopard. Hard fight. I brave man, strong man. I get him for you Wear him.” “J—I no want—leopard, Mckligln. Isay panther—black panther, I say.” “Ggrrrrr! I kill him leopard. You wear him.” qT Biff! Biff! Biff! comicbooks.com