Judge, 1926-07-10 · page 11 of 36
Judge — July 10, 1926 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page from *Judge* contains two satirical pieces mocking early 1920s social pretension. **"A Weak Week for Winnie"** ridicules a woman who embellishes her boring countryside vacation in a letter to her "boy friend." While actually spending days alone reading, in rain, and playing parlor games, she fabricates an elaborate social life involving wealthy suitors (college boys, Harvard men, millionaires), luxury activities (racing cars, country clubs), and multiple marriage proposals. The satire targets the gap between reality and boastful fiction—she's desperate to appear socially important. **"Hey! Hey! Charleston!"** and the accompanying "blotto" joke mock youth slang and behavior. The Charleston reference dates to the 1920s dance craze. The boy's pun on "blotter/blotto" (drunk) suggests youthful irreverence toward authority. Both pieces lampoon 1920s social climbing and the younger generation's casual disregard for propriety—typical *Judge* targets for this period.
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JUDGE A Weak Week for Winnie ON DAY—Arrivedat the Moun- tain View House. Was given a dusty, poorly furnished room on the top floor. Nobody in sight, so she spent the day reading the news- papers, Tuesday—Went walking alone and ruined her dress and slippers in 2 swamp. All the other boarders went to bed at nine o'clock, so she slipped up to her room and read a book. Wednesday—Rained hard all day. Looked through proprietor’s family album in parlor. Thursday—Rained hard all day. Played lottoes with two spinsters from Boston. Friday—Went walking with the more active members of the och chair i ». Played anagrams at half-past cial. Saturday—Went to. the village barn dance and danced old-fashioned waltz with postmaster of the village. Later had cider and crullers. Sunday—Wrote to her “boy friend” as follows: “Dear Nep: A crowd of college boys in classy knickerbockers met me “What a lively child!” “Yes, his father was a famous hurdler and his mother an esthetic dancer.” at the station and I was the honor that night at supper. Tues- day I went riding in Reggie Vander- buck’s racing car and we stopped off for lunch at the country club. On our way back we stopped in at an adorable roadhouse for tea and that night we all went over to the hotel and danced in the grill. Wednesday I went walking with three boys from Harvard and one of them wanted me to come up to Boston to meet his folks. Wednesday night T rejected the proposals of two young million- aires. Thursday I played bridge over at the hotel with some society women from Paris and they asked me to spend some time with them nest time I went across. Friday I went out in the Vandevere’s limousine and Saturday I played golf at the country club. In the evening I won the prize HEY | ¥ REY? CH ARLESTON! at a very exclusive masque rade ball THE RUSE THAT BAILED On the way back to the hotel T re- ceived two proposals. How is the flivver, Ned? Buy a couple of gallons of gas and meet me A boy who lives near a fruit stand sends in this “hot one.” According to his version, he had been reprimanded by his teacher for malzing blots. “Why do you scold me for making blots?” he asked Miss Keough. “You shouldn't make them,” responded she. “Well, if I don't make them, how at the station, I'll be home Monday am I gonna learn how to use a blotter?” queried the wistful lad. He must night. Love, Winnie. have been “blotto.” Hugh Wood comicbooks.com