Judge, 1927-05-14 · page 17 of 36
Judge — May 14, 1927 — page 17: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct satirical pieces mocking early 1920s American leisure and social pretensions: **Top cartoon**: Contrasts wealthy hotel guests' romantic fantasies about "motor gypsies" camping freely with the reality of the Lefferts family's cramped, uncomfortable camping trip. The satire targets upper-class sentimentalization of roughing-it while they themselves pursue luxury (the "nifty Rolls"). The dialogue reveals tension between Jim's aggressive dominance and his wife's practical concerns. **Middle cartoon**: Mocks overcrowded automobiles packed with luggage and people, satirizing motorists' careless endangerment of pedestrians and suggesting cars' roofs be used for exercise—highlighting both obesity concerns and traffic danger. **"To a Cigar Maker" poem**: Points out the absurdity of cigar makers smoking cheap cigarettes while crafting premium cigars—a paradox about class and consumer culture. Overall, these pieces satirize 1920s motor culture, class pretension, and modern leisure activities.
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ee AACR JUDGE her choice of a fashionable New Hampshire hotel est, so- y and otherwi poke glowingly of a ch, u in the Swiss Alps, Felicitas painted an enthusiastic word picture of the pleasures she was missing at Nar- ett, Mr. Van de Vere spoke ly of Scotland and ned for his beloved “Ah, happy motor gypsies,” purred Mrs. Van de Vere, gazing through her lorgnette at the Lef- ferts car and noticing the rolled- up tent on the running board, the cooking utensils and the per- spiring passengers, “blithe as meadow larks, carefree—going where their instincts lead them, with the long, long trail ahead and happiness in their hearts. “Shut up, Emmy!” barked Jim Lefferts at his wife, who was attempting a little back-seat driv- ing, “we're going to camp up by Bear Mountain and anybody who don’t like it can get out and walk. . . Say, ma, take a squint at the nifty Rolls that ne rly ditched us just now. That’s a happy out- fit, I tell you. Probably driving up to some Ritzy hotel with noth- ing to think about but what kind of champagne to order for supper. That’s contentment, eh, Ma?’ “Keep your eyes on the roa snapped Ma Lefferts, “you nearly ran over a chicken.” —Heen Woon To a Cigar Maker Though you work with a will And a masterly skill are worthy of lusty hosannas From the people who pass And observe through the glass How you capably sculpture Ha- vanas, As you give each a pat, Sort of final “that’s that,” And you lay them in neat wooden boxes, In your teeth firmly set Is a white cigarette— Which, you'll grant, quite a strange paradox is! —A. L.I “You knocked my wife down and kicked her, di’ntcha, Ed?” “Yeah, twice, Henry.” “That wa’nt very nice of ye. As motorists are so inclined to get fat and pudgy, % utilize the waste space on top of cars for exercise? T had to get m’ own dinner.” why not st—We'd better stop and pick the pedestrians off, Clementine; these Sedans are top-heavy anyhow. comicbooks.com