Judge, 1926-05-01 · page 7 of 36
Judge — May 1, 1926 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains theater reviews and satirical commentary typical of Judge's entertainment coverage. The top cartoon mocks a theatrical production called "The Vaudeville Act," suggesting it's a flop and the reviewer hasn't attended a vaudeville show in months—a jab at the show's quality or relevance. Below are two reviews: "Blue Blood and Gold Braid" criticizes an overly imposing lead actor and a slow-moving plot, with Hugh Wood sarcastically suggesting the theater owner should charge admission just to watch patrons leave. "Just a Song At Twilight" praises a female performer's angelic voice, describing her singing as transportive and romantic—a stark contrast to the negative review above. The page represents Judge's function as a satirical entertainment arbiter, mixing genuine critique with comedic barbs aimed at theatrical productions of the era.
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“The Volstead Act certainly is a flop.” “Ts it, T havent been to a vaudeville show in months. Blue Blood and Gold Braid A MASSIVE. imposing figure, with 4% huge bristling mous stepped out of the theater. hes. he To his knees reached a long opera cape, fastened at the throat with a single golden clasp. Patent leather shoes med in the reflection of a million lights. Majestic and piercin, The glance of a martinet, a general, a statesman. A low, sleek limousine reached the curb, Stately and imposing, he stepped forward and places hand on the door knob, which he In the car a sure opened grandiloquently. were two ladies in evening dress they bowed and he smiled. A second later and they tered the th He turned away and glanced disdainfully at his palm, muttering: “You'd tink dey’d give a guy more'n a thin, slim dime fer opening de door.” Hugh Wood CO, BASE VILLAIN, AND NEVER DARKEN THESE DOORS AGAIN “Say, guy, did you have much trouble when you started in growing your moustache? of a much bewhiskered boy friend. “Yes.” replied he laughingly, “I often felt down in the mouth.” da young lady Just a Song At Twilight As’ ExT voice, like the voice of an 2% angel, trilled a song that echoed and re-echoed down the halls of the old boarding-house. It was the hour of twilight. ‘Those rose and fell like the mystic waves ur pure notes that ripple on some unsailed sun. kissed sea. I closed my eyes and could hear a whisper as of a gentle zephyr through the leaves of tropical trees. Rippling, trippling crescendo, sometimes like the highest notes « violin and again like the low rum of aconch shell, She was singin love song, a love song full of heart- A lilting lover's lullaby, as sweet and mellow aches, longing and desire. bluebird at dawn—and a lond knock and a coarse feminine voice yell, “For th’ love o° Mike, Mame, are yuh stay in th bathroom all night? Nate Collier Onna comicbooks.com