Judge, 1926-01-30 · page 17 of 36
Judge — January 30, 1926 — page 17: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct satirical pieces: **"Stanley Jones" Story (top):** A humorous narrative where a man is seduced by a woman's charm into buying a flower "for better Bulgarian babies"—likely referencing Depression-era street charity appeals. The twist: he becomes enraged at the deception and strikes her, then wonders if he was justified. The satire mocks both romantic delusion and aggressive male reactions to perceived manipulation. **"Epilaughs" (left):** Brief comic epitaph mocking spiritualism and séances, which were popular in early 20th-century American culture. **"Nothing But" (right):** A poem by George A. Paravicini sardonically observing that H. Ford (Henry Ford, the automobile magnate) still clings to childhood possessions—likely satirizing either wealthy industrialists' acquisitiveness or Ford's personal quirks. **Bottom cartoon:** "Winter Sports for Commuters" jokes about making dreary daily commutes more entertaining with unspecified "pep." The page emphasizes romantic/social mishaps and absurdist humor typical of Judge magazine's satirical approach.
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selected me, of all the thousands? I inhaled deeply and smirked back at her. Perhaps she was one of those rare souls who could perceive the pure gold of character beneath a rather unpromising exterior. Though my mother had always said that I was—well, kind of good lookin’, in a wa) Our courses crossed, we eddied to- gether, somehow. My tongue set solidly, as it does when confronted with a beauty that requires no ex- planation. With a trusting smile that left me gasping, she caught my lapel in small gloved hands that im- plored. “Please,” she begged, “‘oh, please, help me. Won't you?” I could only nod, and goop prayer- fully. She was wonderful! My brain became a heaven, filled with bursting rockets and golden pinwheels. Life again bloomed, rich, vibrant .. . romance, adventure. She spoke again, softly, close to me. “Please buy a flower. It’s for better Bulgarian babies.” I saw red. Brutally I blacked her smiling blue eyes. I was arrested. Istillam. But tell me— Did I do right? Stanley Jones Gah Vege The spirit seeking spiritualist Who slumbers herc, veaceful and cool, Held a séance with spirits frumenti And got himself knocked for a ghoul. Tf they really were “Red Hot Mammas.” pa anhabo taster ay milena on 5 for €0Ch one ea Nothing But I ONCE saw A picture Of H. Ford In a magazine. He was Quite an infant And held a rattle In his hand And I thought How attached to it He must have been After all these years To still WINTER SPORTS FOR COMMUTERS Have it. Why not put a little pep into that daily dreary trip to town. George A. Paravicini comicbooks.com