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# "How to Make Love" - Judge Magazine This page presents a humorous instructional article about romantic behavior, illustrated with two photographs of a couple (Paul Dombey and Frances "Peaches" Babelais) demonstrating affectionate poses. The satire mocks the earnest "how-to" advice literature popular in the era. The accompanying narrative—describing the mysterious force of love and providing staged photographic "examples" of proper courting behavior—parodies self-help guides that treated romance as a learnable technique rather than genuine emotion. The sidebar ad for a "pickle salesman" position in Ohio grounds the humor in mundane commercial life, contrasting sharply with the romantic idealism being satirized. The overall effect ridicules both overwrought romantic sentimentality and the reduction of human connection to instructional mechanics.

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JUDGEK The Pullman Talker Sam Harris, Ohio salesman for the Patterson Pickle Company, entered the smoking compartment of the sleeping car, “Queen Vic- toria,” and tendered a dark, dan- gerous-looking cigar to the only other occupant. “Business is pretty bum,” said Sam, ‘just came in from Ohio and I want to tell you, my friend, that if old man Patterson—he’s our president—doesn’t get wise to himself we'll be out of business. In the first place, our line is in- complete. We're shy a good many popular-priced pickles that would attract business. In the second place, our prices are high; end in the third place, our pre: dent is so darned stingy that he won't buy flivvers for us to use sring the territory. That nflint is my idea of a boob. If I ever meet him, I'll hand that guy a few tips on how to run a business, the old fossil... by the way, what’s your line?” m in the pickle business answered the stranger, “my name is Patterson—Hector Pat- terson—I'm president of the Pat- terson Pickle Company of San- dusky, Ohio.” * * # Situation Wanted: Young pickle salesman well-known to trade in Ohio, desires to get in touch with progressive pickle manv Write Sam Harris, Box dusky, Ohio. —Avl Ts HOW TO MAKE LOVE wlan Figure 1 Wie is that Mysterious Force which hastens the breathing, makes the heart tender, the spirit brave, the impulses gen- erous, and the will strong? Yes, children, you are right—Scoteh. But there is still another Force which does not retail in four-fifths quart bottles and is infinitely more expensive. This Force is called LOVE. In this series of articles we shall discuss various kinds of LOVE and the prop- er methods, grips, holds, and punches connected with this fas- cinating pastime. When two people fall — in E the man is known as a R and the woman as a LOVED ONE. Another name for the man is SUCKER or FALL GUY. But let that pass. How should two people with a yen for each other behave in each other’s company ? In the two photographs shown above (specially posed for Juver by Paul Dombey and Frances “Peaches” Rabelais) two LOV- Afternoon Tea. ERS are shown in a woods with only the photographer looking on. In Figure 1, Paul and Peaches are exchanging preliminary resses and are just examining each other’s teeth to see whether they will be the lucky one out of five. Peaches sees the LOVE- LIGHT shining in Paul's eyes; as a matter of fact Paul is slight- ly shut-e having just come from a five-day bender with the boys in the foundry. Paul, as the photo reveals, is just crawling with S. A. The pair are on their way to a dog-fight, hence the natty toggery In Figure 2, Paul has taken Peaches in his arms and is whis- pering, “Frances, you fascinating little witch!” T' is just plain duck soup to Frances, and she is even chewing on the spoon. In the heat of the clinch Paul’s hat has slipped back, revealing an ex- pansive forehead and nut-brown eyes. No wonder Frances is just aving to him, “Paul, my great big wonder boy!’ See how her nose, tip-tilted li 1 flower, lures on her gallant swain to pour out his ardor in LOVE’S romantic language. This is true LOVE, noble, undefiled, sincere. Study these pictures well and then go out and buy a revolver. Watch for the next of this en- thralling series, “Should a Girl Encourage Pool Sharks?” Re serve your copy of Juncr now! —Prreiman comicbooks.com