Judge, 1926-01-30 · page 20 of 36
Judge — January 30, 1926 — page 20: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This 1920s satire mocks the instability of European monarchies following World War I. The main cartoon shows a man confused about his own property—mistaking his garage for a dog house—a visual gag about ownership and identity. The text section "The Royal Road to Success" parodies job recruitment letters, imagining European prime ministers advertising for kings as if hiring factory workers. It references Henry Ford's rumored interest in becoming King of Poland, then sarcastically extrapolates: Italy's PM seeks a spaghetti-company executive as king; Greece's PM recruits a candy-company manager; Russia's PM wants a Russian ballet dancer who knows folk songs and vodka recipes. The humor targets the era's political chaos—thrones changing hands rapidly, traditional monarchies collapsing, and the absurdity of treating kingship as an ordinary job opening. The sidebar about Eve for the "Hall of Fame" praises her as the original humble housewife who never nagged or threatened to leave.
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“No, that’s the dog house over there—I own a great dane. The Royal Road to Success (Henry Ford may be asked to become King of Poland. With this as a precedent, the future may easily yield correspondence like this): Mr. Theodore Y. Whelp, President, Form-fitting Spaghetti Company, New York City. Dear Mr. Wuewp: A certain friend has given us your name as being interested in making a change. We've got an opening for a first-class, well - recommended, hard - working king, who understands the spaghetti business and knows how to use his noodle. Small salary at first, but steady advancement as you make good. Call next Monday and bring working papers, also three or four good references. Very truly yours, A. Martive.ut, Prime Minister of Italy. Mr. Andropopulas Papricose, Care The Sugar Bowl Candy Co., Coney Island, N. Y. Dear Anproporutas: The king has just abdicated his throne to be- JupGe Nominates for the Hall of Fame | Brcavse she was the original “little woman”; because, though Adam stands for so much | in our common history, she stood for Adam; because she never insisted that Adam tell his story about the two Irishmen; but most of all because, even in the | midst of the very fiercest row | over a new evening leaf, or | “that Lilith woman,” she never | threatened to go home to mother. | RB.FuLcee +D.M This is the garage—I drive a ford.” come president of the Greater Greece Lunchrooms, Inc. What we need over here is a man like yourself, equally at home with the frying-pan and the malted milk shaker. You might once in a while be called on to give a few shines around the palace. Answer immediately, giving hat size, so we can have a new crown made. Steamship fare will be ad- vanced. Very truly yours, Avpna Bera Gaama, Prime Minister of Greece. Mr. Youssifoff Gabrewski, Care The Russian Corps de Ballet, Hippodrome Theater, New York. Str: The leader of the Russian steppes has just walked out. The people want a king, familar with all kinds of Russian steps. If you can sing the Volga boatman song, look well in a Russian blouse and have a good recipe for home-brew vodka, you've got a lifelong job. Wire Petrograd at oncesky. Micuar, Micuaeivitcn per Hugh Wood comicbooks.com