Judge, 1926-02-06 · page 3 of 36
Judge — February 6, 1926 — page 3: what you’re looking at
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# "Judge: The Cat's Tale" This page presents a humorous ballad about a poor Bohemian scribbler who frequents "The Cat" (likely a Greenwich Village establishment). The poem describes his unrequited affection for a waitress who serves his tea—he pines silently while she remains unaware of his feelings. The illustration depicts Greenwich Village street life: bohemians, artists, and bohemiennes in exaggerated poses. The caption notes "What folks expect to see on the street when they visit Greenwich Village"—suggesting the cartoon mocks outsiders' romanticized perceptions of Village bohemian culture as exotic and unconventional. The satire targets both the starving artist archetype and tourists' fascination with Greenwich Village's reputation as an artistic haven during this era.
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WHE toted tea, so the story goes, ‘ In “The Apple Green Kitty” inn. The one by the Mews—and pink as a rose She purred the tea for him. For him—of an nap At the “Cat” and his nip would take As he spoke out his heart, but never arap Did she care—though his heart might break. afternoon he'd “*LIFE LIBERTY (A Ballad of Bozoemia) A poor Bozoemia scribbler, he, But his love, it was wealth enow! The pride of the Cat's Arts tea ball, she, And a bit of the cat's meow. But he couldn’t wait on the fence for ay— Demanded her answer to know, But all he could get the maid to say Was “Lemon or sugar, bo?” AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS’? UDGE THE CAT’S TALE And he tore his hair, and he cried out wild, “The ‘Cat’ shall see me no more, For I'll go to the dogs!” But she cruelly smiled, “Aw, don’t, for my dogs are sore.” But he did. all be hers When the Final Account comes up; He went to the dogs—let her mews And the blame must as she purrs— He's now at the Lavender Pup.” A. Paravieini comicbooks.com