Judge, 1927-06-18 · page 11 of 36
Judge — June 18, 1927 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page contains three separate humorous pieces satirizing American social attitudes: **"Every Man for Himself"** mocks Uncle Abner's sudden selfishness. After risking his life to save a bull from dynamite blasting, he's ignored and left injured—prompting him to declare he'll only look after himself. The satire critiques how people abandon kindness when their sacrifice goes unappreciated. **"Politeness Pays"** is absurdist humor about a prisoner about to be hanged who politely excuses himself when hiccoughing, and the Governor reciprocates by saying "Certainly!" The joke mocks excessive politeness as meaningless social ritual even in dire circumstances. **"First Flapper"** shows a young woman quoting French ("Honi soit qui mal y pense"—"shame on whoever thinks evil") when her father objects to her skimpy costume, suggesting she's using pretentious language to justify flapper fashion. The cartoons reflect 1920s concerns: rural versus urban values, social etiquette, and generational conflict over modern (flapper) dress and behavior.
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JUDGE Every Man for Himself Up until a few days ago my Uncle Abner was a kindly, helpful a ng the Good aritan to some one. But now hard, self-centered and self- ish. From now, he says, the world can go jump in the lake— he'll take care of nobody but Uncle Abner. The change came about this way: Uncle Abner and some of his farm hands were blasting stumps in the south forty acres. Whenever any cars appeared around blasting time Uncle Abner ran down the road and flagged them back to a tance. safe dis- Just as the heaviest blast was to be touched off, Uncle Abner heard one of the ranch hands cry out in horror. He turned and saw a bull, innocent of the danger, sauntering toward the blast. Thinking only of the bull’s | danger, Uncle Abner grabbed the red flag and ran toward the critter, thinking only to warn the bull to get away from the blast. “That's gratitude!” muttered Uncle Abner, bitterly, when they finally found him in the north forty acres. —Cuer Jounson Politeness Pays The moment was a tense one. Moreover, it s a taut one; for in full view of the Governor and his staff, under the severe serutiny of all the prison offi the milder e—the prisoner s around his neck, ready for the swinging. a rope Critically the hangman con- templated his handiwork; then walked up to the doomed man to draw the cravat a notch tighter. “Hic!” the prisoner hiccoughed ; nd to his mouth, he politely said: “Pardon me.” Whereon the Governor, not to be outdone in manners, mur- mured “Certainly !’—while a wild cheer went up from the assembled multitude. —Cyrir B. Ecan First Frarpper—IWhat did you say when your father kicked about your costume? ““Honi Soit Qui Mal Y Pants.’ Farmer Crastr use after his college course, but durned if he don’t make the best scarecrow I ever had on the place! my son, Jed, to be any ° comicbooks.com