Judge, 1927-02-26 · page 9 of 36
Judge — February 26, 1927 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This page contains two separate pieces from *Judge* magazine: **The Story "Success"**: A satirical tale mocking small-town American life and the era's obsession with public recognition. Orson Peters, a hapless villager, is depressed because—unlike everyone else in his 150-person town—he's never had his name published anywhere (letters to newspapers, contest mentions, etc.). When he finally wins a naming contest for a boys' camp, the entire village celebrates him as a hero. The satire targets the hollow nature of minor fame and the pathetic standards by which small communities measure success. **The Cartoon "Oh You Candy Kid! Taunted Pearl"**: A joke about 1920s dating customs, featuring a "flapper" (modern young woman) and a "pie-eater" (a rakish man). She accuses him of calling her loose; he defensively points out she wears bloomers (less restrictive undergarments), which he treats as evidence of looseness. The humor relies on period-specific attitudes toward women's fashion as moral indicators. **The Flags Section**: Historical illustrations of American flags from colonial times onward, including anti-saloon league imagery (Prohibition era).
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LS Ee Success Ovex Perers drooped dismal- ly on the steps of the vil post-office. Soon the would arrive for Oskep: consin; but there would be noth- ing for him. Perhaps a rejection Fleischmann’s Yeast Department. No contest won, never -d, Success was not for such as he. The village oaf stretched out w in the sun. It must be heredity. Every one of the 150 inhabitants of Oskepago had had his name in print some- where: under the Vox Populi col- umn of a New York nev per, disagreeing with its editorial of two weeks back; as honorable mention in a contest to name a new magazine or a new theatre; among the creators of nationwide slogans. Yes, mused Orson Peters, it must be heredity. His mother had once had a commen- datory letter in a Lydia Pinkham brochure, but without the accom- panying picture. And his father’s only claim to distinction was a short note in the New York Sun, protesting against the infamous suggestion of another contributor that loganberry pies were waning in popularity, for they still de- sighed and “Oh, say, this younger generation! CONFEDERATE FLAG-1861 AMERICAN BUNKER HILL FLAG IF THEY ASK FOR LIBERTY GIVE ‘EM DEATH ANTI-SALOON LEAGUE-1927 FLAGS From Colonial days down to the present ' TAUNTED PEARL. Listen to this one that transpired between a ‘Flapper’ (giddy young girl) and her ‘Pie- eater’ (young man-about-town, rake).” Said she angrily: “Say, whaddya mean I got ‘loose habits’? GOOD GIRL. chin!” act. Tl have you know I’m a Tell me why you said it or I'll destroy your “Well, don’t you wear bloomers?” retorted the witty Yet I daresay he meant no harm. lighted palates in his part of the country. Suddenly Orson heard a noise. The mail had come. Quickly assorting it, the postmaster handed out letters to the waiting populace. Disdainfully, one was tossed to the miserable Peters. Lifelessly, he tore open the en- velope, beheld its contents, and gave a mad cry of rapture. “T’ve I’ve won!” he screamed, waving a check. “I've won the contest to name the boys’ camp at Lake Canucka!” “What did you call it?” came the surprised, curious chorus. he Lake Canucka Camp for Boys!” 149 shoulders lifted Orson Peters high into the air and bore him proudly down the main strect of Oskepago, Wisconsin. won, —Covrrenay Akt comicbooks.com