Judge, 1927-02-05 · page 8 of 36
Judge — February 5, 1927 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains two distinct pieces of satire: **"The Laird of Drumtochtie"** (top cartoon): A Scottish character and companion stand beside a pot labeled "Just a Wee Bit Haggis." The accompanying text mocks Scottish dialect and culinary traditions through a Sunday school joke setup—crude humor typical of early 20th-century American magazines that relied on ethnic stereotyping. **"The Quest of the Trousseau"** (main feature): A mock-heroic narrative poem mocking both medieval romance literature and modern New York City. A knight rides to Manhattan to retrieve his bride's trousseau but encounters urban chaos—traffic, sirens, gunmen—instead of pastoral bliss. The satire targets the collision between romantic idealism and harsh urban reality, with the knight ultimately dying from traffic-related despair. The closing illustration suggests modernity itself is all that survives of the twentieth century—a critique of contemporary urban life as spiritually empty. Both pieces satirize contemporary American culture through literary parody and exaggeration.
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JUDGE I s he was stopped by heavy traffic just | below the city line. THE LAIRD OF Life seemed strange in these en- | DRUMTOCHTIE: virons; youthful gunmen shot to kill; fire engines blew their sirens, | x but the traffic line stood still! Gone | the scent of perfumed flowers, gone the poplars’ tossing tops, here were naught but slender towers peopled | by a race of cops. Like a sluggish tropic river, scarcely moving on its course, limousine and lowly flivver | crawled beside his weary horse. While the pretty princess primly | wept not unbecoming tears, on- ward he kept riding grimly and the months merged into years. } Chapter IL | . G ty , J Bearded like a modern Crusoe, | Z Zi é one day then the knight returned. | From his saddle swung the trousseau, | SAY SAMBO AH WISH AH HAD) SOME itt. alas. he shortly learned that while still in town he'd tarried, be- | FRIED CHICKEN! CRAVED ANGUS. iii ciate cur gent This week our big combo offer consists of two pairs of pants and a slightly Alice had been married to a rich | worn cabinet pudding, all for a dime. That naturally reminds us of a upholsterer. Spurred he then his | story. Let us make believe we are in a Sunday school. Says Miss Liffy, steed and darted to the Hudson's the teacher, “Now, Johnny, give me the fourth commandment.” “I forgot verdant shore—splashed the spray it,” says Johnny. “Why, you gorilla you,” says the teacher, “il’s easy. and both departed from this life T'll give you the first two words: ‘Remember the “Oh, yeh,” breaks forevermore. in Johnny, “remember the one about the traveling man who stopped over As the Hudson River Day Line night at the farmer's house?” He “took the cake.” steamers glide through wind and wave, passengers now shed a saline tear when they approach the grave The Quest of the Trous- of the knight whose epitaphic dirge the lapping waters tell: “Martyr to seau Manhattan’s traffic, here sleeps one A Legend of New Amsterdam who loved too well.” Arthur L. Lippmann IGHTEEN miles above Manhat- tan’s canyons cut through walls of stone, garbed in sables, silks and satins, Princess Alice lived alone. Wealth had she and priceless treas- ure. In New York lay locked away Alice’s trousseau, made to measure, ready for her wedding day. Noble lords from town pursued her, un- relenting in their zeal; titled nobles nightly wooed her—clearly she had sex appeal. One by one the knights rejected sought surcease in suicide, till at last her heart selected gallant Sir Formaldehyde. ‘Ride to town to fetch my trousseau,” spake the prin- cess then one day. “Fare thee well —I'm off to do so,” said her lord and rode away. While the simple peas- ants wondered at the knight so brave and fair, loudly horses’ hoof- beats thundered in the blossom- : scented air. On his face a smile Future Savant—This statue is all that survives of the Twentieth seraphic, in his heart a glow divine, Century, but it seems to sum up the era. Ls J 6 comicbooks.com