Judge, 1926-04-24 · page 28 of 36
Judge — April 24, 1926 — page 28: what you’re looking at
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This page presents a serialized story about a young woman named Merry approached by a well-dressed man on Broadway who offers her a lucrative dancing partnership. The crucial context: he's identified as someone who "danced at a famous night club which the Federal agents had recently padlocked"—indicating he's connected to illegal speakeasies during Prohibition. The satire targets "flappers" (modern young women of the 1920s) and warns against the temptations of fast Broadway life and morally questionable associations. The accompanying text asks whether such a stage-struck girl could resist this proposition, implying the danger lies in organized crime connections masquerading as show-business opportunity. The remaining content consists of jokes, poetry parodies, and product advertisements typical of Judge magazine—including a humorous poem comparing romantic love to biological cells, and student humor about coal prices and hunting trips.
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Merry Steps Out N the twelve o'clock sunshine of Broadway a youth with sleek black hair approached Merry, hat in hand. “T beg your pardon . . . I'd like to have a talk with you. Think you could stand a luncheon date with me without callin, cop? Perhaps I'd better tell you who I am. The name he gave was a well-known one. Merry instantly recognized it and knew where she had seen him before. He had danced at a famous night club which the Federal agents had recently padlocked. “I'm looking for a new dancing partner,” said the sleok-haired one. “I want a classy girl with a lot of flash who doesn’t look as if she'd been dragged up down in the dear old slums. You have the looks, and the minute I took a slant at you I began to figure you were it. What do you say? How would you like to team up with me? I'll make you more popular along Broadway than Peggy Hopkins and Marilyn Miller put together. Want to take a chance? aaa Could any stage-struck flapper resist a proposition like that? But if you think stepping out on Broadway o' nights doesn't lead to exciting complications in the life of a younger generation débu- tante, begin C. S. Montanye’s ‘Merry Steps Out,” a story of life back stage, in the current number of SNapry Stories. Now on all newsstands—20 cents. At Leading Dealers Wine joliy when flavored with Abbott's Bit- ters is made more delightful and healthful. Sample Bitters by mail 25 cts. in stamps. C. W. Abbott & Co., Baltimore, Md. ail. te RASHES relieved and healed by baa Abert aii) Resinol Heza Mann—I’m tired of playing checkers. Wuoza bored, eh? Mann—Sort of checker oTRE DaME JuGGLER The Biologist to His Love O sweet agglomeration of cells In whom a summary beauty dwells, O rarer much are you to me Than globule animalculae! Come, come, be mine, and we will tread Where tortuous fungi never spread. Then will the fever of our bliss Destroy bacilli in our kiss. —S. California Wampus PHS A—Ods bodikins, Sebastian, and cans’t tell me what meaneth “be- head”? Men—SBlood, Ferdinand, and doth it not signify “to cut off the head”? “Yea, verily, Sebby, but then what meaneth ‘defeat?’ ” —Wesleyan Wasp PIS “What's Greek for boiled water?” “Soup.” —Wisconsin Octopus A Timely Tale The clock maker is an amiable chap; He's badly mistreated, but cares not a rap— For he never gets any additional pay, Though he works overtime in his shop every day. Y. Mercury Prof—If coal is $10 a ton, how many tons would I get for § Stude—Four tons. “That’s wrong.” “T know it, but they get by with it just the same.” —Olklahoma Whirlwind tt The Persians are a rugged people. —Notre Dame Juggler “Did you shoot much on that hunting trip you had?” “No, but I won about $200 on the way home.” —Yave Recorp comicbooks.com