Judge, 1927-05-21 · page 8 of 36
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# "Just a Little Story" — Judge Magazine This is a sentimental children's story rather than political satire. The narrative follows a family preparing for visiting relatives or friends who will arrive with a picnic feast. The children excitedly anticipate food treats (strawberry preserves, roast beef, candy, soda pop), becoming so wound up that the mother must threaten bedtime without supper to calm them. The accompanying cartoons are whimsical illustrations: the top shows a comic mishap with a car and fishing trip ("Wire—If you want to go fishing do you have to do it this way?"), while the middle depicts a figure with an umbrella in a humorous pose. The story concludes sentimentally with the children dreaming of "the first picnic party of the season." The piece reflects early 20th-century middle-class family life and children's entertainment, written by Parke Cummings. It contains no political content—purely domestic humor and nostalgia.
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JUDGE Wire—If you want to go fishing do you have to do it this way? Just a Little Story “They'll be here soon, now!” remarked Father on an_ early summer day We must get ready for them, “Yum, yum, yum!” chortled little Philip, smacking kis lips in anticipation. “And do you sup- pose they'll bring us pickles and sandwiches the way they alway: do?” “Of course they will,” replied Father. “And hard-boiled eggs and milk chocolate!” broke in Effie ex- citedly. “—And bananas, and_ slic ham, and strawberry preserv continued Oscar. “Oh, strawberry Strawberry preserves! STRAW- BERRY PRESERVES!” shrieked tiny Kate, jumping up and down wildly and losing all control of herself so that Mother had to threaten her with being put to bed without any supper. “When children start out the evening like that they are always preserves ! ' erying before it ends,” said Mother admonishingly don, the eldest. PS Rosinson Friday terday. the med Gor- “T love it.” And Crusor — This must be Sunday because I met day before yes- then he became suddenly thought- ful. “You're sure they won't for- get us this year, Father?” “Tush!” replied the head of the house. “Of course they won't forget us. They never have, mer!” broke in Philip, and in an instant the children were in an uproar, shouting: ‘Roast beef! Visitors! Peppermint — cand Pienies! Soda pop! Orang And STRAWBERRY PR SERVES! Goody! Goody! Goody ! “Come, come!” broke in Mother verely. “To bed with you, ‘y last one. Suppose they were to come to-morrow, and you youngsters all crochety from loss of sleep! To bed with you, I say!” —And so the little ants trundled up to bed, tucked them- selves in the nice cool sheets and were soon, all of them, dreaming of the first picnic party of the season. —Parke CumMinas comicbooks.com ] c