Judge, 1926-08-14 · page 7 of 36
Judge — August 14, 1926 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page satirizes **wealthy men's weekend leisure activities**. The top cartoon depicts gentlemen engaging in various frivolous pastimes—playing golf, tennis, boating, and general lounging—illustrating how the affluent spent their leisure time. The dialogue below ("Memoirs for a Happy Week-end") presents a conversation between two men discussing social plans: attending clubs, taking trains, meeting women, and dancing to "three-quarter Scotch" music. One mentions "the Flying Mercury" statue, referencing a classical sculpture. The satire targets the **idle pursuits and self-indulgent lifestyle of the wealthy class**, mocking their preoccupations with social clubs, romance, and entertainment while framed as serious "memoirs." The tone is gently comedic rather than politically scathing—typical Judge magazine humor aimed at upper-class readers.
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Memoirs for a Happy Week-end —you've just got to come out. We won't take no for an answer and Janet will be at the station to meet you on the 5.26, Too bad, sir. Next train’s a local at 6.10. Change at Clarendon Junc- tion and you'd better, taxi over. Well, you must let Mary make you a sandwich first. And then you'd hetter hurry right over to the club. The rest left long ago and— —so nice to see you again, old man. Come on over here. I want to talk to you about Cornell. Do you really think I ought to send Adelbert there or would Amherst be more homelike? My God, man, it’s three-quarters Scotch already. What do you want? —three spades, is it? —such_ di music. I could dance like this forever. Who, the one with her arm on that bird’s shoulder? Yeah, her name's Decker or Necker or something. Come on over. 00-00, —’s dark, maybe we'll get lost out here—Lord, man, where did you learn that one? Gee, I'll bet Jack is looking all over for me. I don’t care though. You're so big and strong and virile— Hello, Jack, have a drink. Your wife? Oh, is she here to-night? Gee, I'd like to see her. Who, me? JUDG How yes-men spend their week-ends. STATUE HITHERTO CALLED THE FLYING MERCURY But now believed to be early weel:- ender trying to pre-empt the bathroom. No, not so fortunate, Jack. Must have been two other fellows. —two no trump. “Gosh, what a wild party last night. Where were you all evening, Helen? You were not. Dick sent me in there to look for you a couple of time: —so glad you are having a nice rest out in the country where it’s quiet and peaceful—we're always glad to have you— “Double your four hearts.” Put a little more sugar in the next one, Harry. Oh, I wish you would. The num- ber’s in the phone book. Don't for- get now— “Can't you get WJZ, ma? They ought to have some nice organ music about now.” Awfully sorry—grand time, but have to get up early in the morning and go to work. Just about catch the 8.48 I gues away— Good-by, Bobbie, don’t forget what you told me last night- “And hasn't I been just too lovely for words!” ( NUNNYBONES > Straws show which way the wind [| blows and knees show when the wind blows. , if I leave right comicbooks.com