Judge, 1927-05-21 · page 7 of 36
Judge — May 21, 1927 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Page This page contains two unrelated humor pieces typical of Judge magazine's satirical content. **Top cartoon ("Suzzanne and The Elders—To Date"):** A modernized reference to the biblical story of Susanna and the Elders. Here, a fashionably dressed woman in 1920s attire is confronted by three older men in a car. The satire updates the classical tale of male authority figures pursuing a woman to contemporary automobile culture, mocking both old men's inappropriate behavior and the modern dating scene. **Bottom cartoon ("My wife has eloped with the chauffeur"):** A domestic comedy about class and infidelity. A man tells another that his wife ran away with their chauffeur (a servant). The other man's response—"dock him while he's away"—jokes about punishing the employee economically rather than addressing the wife's actions, satirizing male attitudes toward both marriage and working-class employees. Both reflect 1920s social anxieties about changing gender roles and class dynamics.
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JUDGE The Diagnosis I'd been attached to the staff of the Riverview State Hospital about a month when they brought in one of the strangest cases I'd ever encountered in my eight months young physician. It was about five o'clock on a beauti- ful Sunday afternoon and I can still hear his wild babbling: “Turn to the right why don’t you look where you're going say you nearly ran over a chicken what's the big idea of taking that road you ought to advance your spark unless you stop speeding I'll get right out and walk Henry Morris take your foot off that road sign says to go to the right over there is that hot dog stand it no longer why don’t you try to overtake that car up ahead of you a fine Sunday this turned out and wanted to let you pass dumb- belle means a train is approaching slow down-grade and steep hill beyond school house with a green sign detour to Hicktown I’m sure T’m right oh good lord what a man wants you to turn in he’s Dementia,” said the good old In 1967 blowing his horn... .” doctor, “complicated by a Suzcanne and The Elders—To Date I remember how I turned to old Back Seat Driver Complex. , Tres huge. trucks: rumbled Dr. Jenks with an inquiring light I shook my head sadly: down the silent street which was practicaliy deserted at this early Sunday morning hour, Very few pedestrians were abroad and the roar of the motor trucks’ exhaust reverberated loudly in the air. Finally they drew up before No. 127 and at a signal from the driver three husky helpers climbed down from the rear of each car and started carrying massive rectangular bundles into the doorway of the pleasant little home. Each package was un- doubtedly terrifically heavy, for the brawny toilers were bent al- most double under the weight. For about twenty minutes they continued their labors until the foyer of the house was heaped high with bundles. Then they lightly touched the electric bell button and drove off, only to pause before another house two doors down the street. On the second floor of No. 127 a lady stirred in her sleep as the bell tinkled its imperative sum- mons. Reaching over, she shook her husband: - i “I’m sorry to disturb you, John, “My wife has eloped with the chauffeur.” dear, but our Sunday newspaper “Well, you can dock him while he’s away.” has just arrived.” —Cyrano comicbooks.com