Judge, 1926-06-26 · page 11 of 37
Judge — June 26, 1926 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# "The Kow" and "Her Line" - Judge Magazine Satire **"The Kow"** is a humorous dialect poem mocking rural or working-class speech patterns ("purty brindle kow," "nawty kow she smoakes a pipe"). The joke satirizes unsophisticated diction and grammar while describing an absurdly anthropomorphized cow who smokes, drinks malted milk, wears clothes, and goes to jail—a nonsensical creature presented deadpan. **"Her Line"** uses a double entendre: a man observing a woman hanging laundry (undergarments, slips, negligees) outdoors, framed as her "stringing an interesting line." The humor plays on the suggestiveness of intimate apparel while maintaining plausible deniability about what makes the "line" interesting—whether the laundry itself or the woman. Both pieces exemplify Judge's characteristic style: irreverent wordplay, mild social commentary through exaggeration, and humor targeting working-class subjects and gender relations. The satire is gentle rather than pointed.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
eer O« see the purty brindle kow, f All green an’ red an’ wite; And see the little trundle bed , The kow sleaps in at nite. The nawty kow she smoakes a pipe, Her fur iz soft az sil | She eats a peck or two of malt And then gives malted milk. ' She wears old clothes an’ rolls her hose, _ “Liberty's” privilege in July—if there's anything in a name. | An’ sometimes goes to jail. I'd hate to be a silly kow | With a ribbon on my tail. | Natey Kollier Her Line b was stringing a deucedly in- Ns) For you see it was Monday anc of the undie World there she was hanging that teresting line sae As [happened to stroll by the way; all Columbus with an egg once con- vinced an audience that he was right. Since that time, however, this means of convincing has been re- served to audiences. day. There were brassieres and scanties and stockings and panties And teddies with trimmings of lace, And the slips and chemises that blew in the breezes Would soon bring a blush to your face. There were scanty creations in rare combinations Of camisoles, bloomers and such And some nice summer frocks and some little blue smocks: | But they didn’t interest so much As the nightie she slept in, a vest and astep-in And a negligee trimmed with real | fur— | She was stringing a deucedly inter- esting line And T learned about women from her. POR. By ey / RS What you do; that’s your business. What I do; that’s my business. Mr. X—, a man about town, was lately invited to a sewing party. What she does; that's her busi- The next day a friend asked him how the entertainment had come off. ness. | “Very boring,” replied the old, watchman. “The ladies hemmed and T What she and IT do; that’s no- hawed!” The friend smiled broadly at this fresh sally. body's business. | comicbooks.com