Judge, 1927-01-08 · page 5 of 36
Judge — January 8, 1927 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page satirizes early 20th-century American life through three vignettes: **"Intimate Glimpse of a Master Mind"** mocks a busy executive who rushes through his day—eating quickly, ignoring his hungry family, managing household chaos—yet accomplishes nothing but exhaustion. The satire suggests his frantic activity masks actual incompetence. **"After a Two-Hour Wait"** depicts a driver impatiently confronting a traffic officer about road detours, implying frustration with urban automobile congestion and police authority—emerging concerns as cars became common. **"The Village Cracksmith"** celebrates rural wisdom through verse, contrasting the "wise collegian" with traditional craftsmen, likely reflecting nostalgic anxiety about modernization and loss of traditional skills. Overall, the page satirizes modern urban life's contradictions: busyness without accomplishment, technology creating new frustrations, and displacement of traditional knowledge.
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Intimate Glimpse of a Master Mind Is manner is brisk as he walks backwards up the gutter until, reaching the sidewalk leading into his own yard, he leaps into a tree, grasps a branch, whirls himself around three times, and shoots squirrel-like through the air to the roof of the sun porch. Entering the house through an upstairs window, he is met by his wife, whom he greets with a kiss and aslap in the face. She radiates hap- piness when he tells her that he is very, very hungry, and she assures him that the dinner is worthy of a great hunger. Then he stands on his head in the southeast corner of the dining-room for five minutes, after which he informs her that he had dinner in a restaurant an hour ago. After eating heartily he yawns and tells his wife that he is weary and must go to bed immediate! Leap- ing off the roof, he walks miles, returns, awakens the children by pinching them, and poisons the cat. Ascending to his chamber, he dis- mantles the bed, carries it piecemeal to the basement, reassembles it in the coal bin, climbs to the attic, disrobes and retires to the alley. A pallid moon drapes a mantle of beauty over our hero, recumbent on a heap of broken bottles. He sleeps. Another day is done for the man who decides which roads shall be used for detours. Gerald Cosgrove “Shay—I dunno what's the traffic laws out here, but I’m getting impa- tien’—lemme step on it, willya OFFICER?” The Village Cracksmith Beneath the spreading knowledge tree The wise collegian stands; Far wider spreading pants has he, With time upon his hands. And the bone between his flappering ears Is thick as iron bands. med “JT don’t suppose she suffered any after-effects from her operation? “No, but everybody else did.” Dated “T haven’t a thing to wear,” has been the cry of the women all through the ages but the modern women are the first to wear it. comicbooks.com