Judge, 1927-01-15 · page 16 of 36
Judge — January 15, 1927 — page 16: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects humorous commentary and party games from the 1920s. The main content includes: **"Brown Derby"** section: A satirical piece mocking young women's fashion and behavior. The author complains that girls are "wanton" (reckless/immoral), using a pun—his girl has been wanting a seal coat all winter. This reflects period anxieties about women's increasing independence and changing social norms during the Jazz Age. **Party games**: The text describes trendy parlor games like placing a brown derby on the floor and throwing cards at it—reflecting 1920s social entertainment. **"Juggedyet"** column: Rambling social commentary and jokes about contemporary trends, including references to Harvard clubs and fashion absurdities (painting a bow tie black with shoe polish). **Bottom illustration**: Shows women's feet/shoes with the caption about "oil cups to take the squeak out of new shoes"—likely mocking either new fashion footwear or women's dancing fads. Overall, the page satirizes modern youth culture, women's changing roles, and contemporary social fads of the period.
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JUDGE and order a sarsaparilla. Things are coming to a pretty pass, aren't they? Went to a party the other night. Such games, oh, boy— You ask some one to lend you a bandana, me one else a new $10 bill, let him amine it. Tie the bandana over his eyes, run like h—I Fun- no end! Here’s another one brown derby, a deck of cards and a bottle of Gordon Water. Put the derby on the floor upside down, stand off about ten paces and throw a party around it. Amusing? ..... Don't ask! Millions of letters have been pour- ing in from all over the country from a guy at Harvard begging me to start a Brown Derby Club. . Nota bad idea, not a bad ide: Ah, yes! I’ve thought up some- thing great—Buy a white bow tie, cover it with black shoe polish and wear it with a dinner jacket Manufacturers can make checks payable to me. Have you met my kid sister Juggedyet? We call her that be- cause she is ..... nice kid, though. on Going to have a coming out party real soon. All right, gents, here she is... .. Now give this little girl a big hand out! Hello, everybody. This is Jugged- yet, I just want to say I’ve discovered w\ ‘Bi By + \ Z a 1 “m. _ the duckiest combination—ice cream, you 'A\ CASPER ASKED: BRE NOA oko umbers, guefellta fish and rowboats. Juggedyet Somebody pulled a fast one on a jam recently, so your boy friend took notes on his stuff and here’s the racket. Sadie was planted down in the parlor with her meal ticket and about two o'clock the old man yelled over 5 z Three Musketeers the banister, “Say, Sadie, is that young man gone?” “Is he gone?” replied ; My boss is one of the Three Muske- Sadie, “Say, pappy, he’s gone, what I mean!” And how's your Aunt teers, _He’says I mucketeer at nine Hester? o'clock. Brown Derby Being a rude burlesque gotten up right out of his own head by Charles Jackson Shuttleworth (well-known Xmas Card Expert). HAT, oh what, is this generation The news- papers all say the fair sex are getting more wanton every day. . Take my girl, for example, been wanton a seal coat ever since last winter. Which reminds me, the other day I saw a bozo walk up to a brass rail, right out in the open, too, mind you, Oil cups to take the squeak out of new shoes. comicbooks.com