Judge, 1927-07-16 · page 5 of 40
Judge — July 16, 1927 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three separate humorous pieces rather than unified political satire: 1. **"Oh, Night of Love!"** (top): A romantic anecdote by Florence Vanard Crane about a moonlit park declaration of love, interrupted by the woman's practical concern about hunger. The accompanying illustration shows two figures by water. 2. **"The Same Old Moon"** (right): Jack Shuttleworth's commentary on recurring romantic scenarios across literature—Romeo and Juliet, Dante and Beatrice—with the joke that the same moon now illuminates Oscar Whipple's more mundane romantic hopes. The illustration shows a couple by a window beneath the moon. 3. **Bottom illustration**: Shows a couple in a garden with text joking about gin causing intoxication. These are light, satirical pieces about romance and courtship rather than political commentary. No specific political figures or events appear identifiable.
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JUDGE It was a night of nights, re- splendent with the silvery light of the moon, a balmy evening in spring, perfumed by the fragrance of apple blossoms and lilacs. We were sitting by the lily- pond stillness prevailed, except for the croaking of the. frogs at the far end of the pond. The spell of the night envel- oped atom to express the great emotion that was pent up in my heart. I was compelled by that irresistible force beautiful creature at my side, whom the mooztight made more magnificent than ever. Aflame with eloquence inspired by the ecstasies of that glorious night, I told her that not until that moment had I ever known what now I had found the girl of my dreams. And when at last I paused a moment for breath, she kicked a pebble into the water, yawned, Oh, Night of Love! in the park. A refreshing me with romance. | Every of my being felt the urge to pour out my love for this love could mean, but that and said, “My Gawd, but I’m hungry. eat?” Where can we go to —F orence Vanarp CRANE “Do you see what I see, Cynthia? terrible!” “These fine moonlight nights sure make a fellow restless.” That gin must have been The Same Old Moon June, the month of love and lovers, of moonlit nights and soft winds, of lilacs and new grass. June, and Oscar Whipple was go- ing to meet the girl of his dreams. The same moon that had shone on Romeo and Juliet, on Dante and Beatrice, on Paola and Fran- cesca, beamed its approval on Oscar and his armful of violets. June, the same moonlit nights and soft winds, the same lilacs and new grass. June ten years later and Oscar Whipple was again going to meet the girl of his dreams. The same moon that had shone on the famous lovers of history again beamed its approval on Oscar and his armful of pota- toes, sugar, stove polish, break- fast food, canned salmon, clothes pins and laundry soap. —Jack SHUTTLEWoRTH se Brevity is the soul of the frock business. comicbooks.com