Judge, 1926-10-16 · page 17 of 36
Judge — October 16, 1926 — page 17: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct pieces from Judge magazine: 1. **"The Business Man"** (top right): A satirical character sketch by Arthur L. Lippmann mocking the hypocrisy of American businessmen. The joke is that he preaches efficiency but is disorganized; denounces sentiment yet makes emotional decisions (marrying his secretary); boasts of city progress while complaining to newspapers; dismisses intellectuals until wealth lets him become a theater patron. The satire exposes contradiction between public principles and private behavior. 2. **"Old Harvard, Mother of Man"** (bottom): A nostalgic sketch about Harvard University traditions—banjo players, gin parties, campus romance. The humor centers on a classroom anecdote where a student cleverly deflects a spelling question with a joke about water ("ice" melts). It celebrates the clever wit valued in elite college culture. 3. **"Let 'Em Have It"** (center): A dramatic woodcut-style illustration appearing to depict tough street characters or "bully boys," though context is unclear without seeing the accompanying story. The page reflects early 20th-century Judge magazine's focus on social satire and class commentary.
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JUDGE so they ate omelets for a time. But one day while he was snooping around the giant's castle wondering whether he could carry home a pair of brass andirons, the giant saw him and went after him like an office boy to all game. You should have seen J climb down that there beanstalk with the giant right after him; and just as he got to the bottom Jack grabbed an ax which a small boy handed to him and cut down the stalk. The giant made a noise like a high diver and landed on his nose, out for the count. So Jack and his mother swept him into a corner and called the coroner. Then Jack and his mother opened an orange drink stand and lived happily ever after. This story sounds like it would make a good ad for a canned Perelman beans company. bail The fiend that yanks the Pullmans at two in the body has gotten soundly asleep. morning after every- —— LET 'EM HAVE IT. MY The Business Man H E PREACHES the doctrine of effi- ciency—then he eats knuckles and sauerk He thunders that sentiment has no place in business—then he marries his stenographer. His fili place for everything and everything —then he hunts all over system is wonderful: a in its pla the house for a dress shirt. He belongs to the Chamber of Commerce and boosts his city at luncheons—then he writes indignant letters to the newspapers about local conditions. He's got no use for the intelli- gentsia—then, when he makes a million, he becomes the “angel” for little theater movements. Arthur L. Lippmann BULLY BOYS @RDEREDLFEARLESS.FRED GRIMLY of the profe Freddie readily. sors asked in a classroom one da “Good, and now what is * Gone, all gone. But here is a story to evoke old memories. “Freddie, how do you spell ‘ice’?” “‘I-c ” queried the man of learning. OLD HARVARD, MOTHER OF MAN Remember the old days at Harvard? The banjo players, fellow: soft songs in the twilight, the gin parties? strolling arm in arm across the yard, One !” answered “Why, it's water that fell fast asleep!” parried the witty sophomore, and his admiring classmates cheered him with a will. It takes a Harvard man every time to save the day. comicbooks.com