Judge, 1927-08-27 · page 18 of 36
Judge — August 27, 1927 — page 18: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* magazine presents a humorous "tabloid summer novel" satirizing early 1920s dating and gender relations. The main narrative mocks a misogynistic man named Horace Apthorp who publicly despises women, only to fall for Vera Bush—a modern, independent woman seeking an intellectual partner. The irony is their inevitable marriage, suggesting such contrived romantic outcomes were popular tabloid fodder. The automotive cartoons mock car culture and traffic enforcement: one jokes that automobiles lack "horse-sense" (a pun on horsepower), while another depicts a driver's mental breakdown after repeated traffic citations in summer heat—commentary on the era's growing automobile frustration and police authority. The beach dialogue satirizes fashion debates of the period, with a father criticizing women's increasingly revealing bathing suits, and his daughter defending them as preferable to being "odd." This reflects genuine 1920s anxiety about changing women's fashion and social roles during the flapper era.
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JUDGE Tabloid Summer Novel Condensed for Busy Readers and to Make It Snappy “The more I see of women the better I like myself,” declared Horace Apthorp as he boarded the train for Lake Placid. Thereafter he secluded himself on. far corner of the hotel porch, and scowled at all feminine gue! He ate alone and took solitary walks in the forest. He refused to speak to the chambermaids and walked away when any of the summer girls approached. He read the works of the world’s foremost misogynists and scornfully deprecated the femi- nine influence in contemporary life. He was a strong, silent man, The motor-car has plenty of horse-power—if it only had a little horse-sense! prow ell ‘my (oF brown “mh of I per cent] Women? Bah! | days Fil sin October —er—er—" ale!” p) * * * * * the praise . s—_—— | “I'm going to get me a nice, | 2 a a dy man for my husband,” said Vera Bush, as she slammed her typewriter desk shut and started off on a short vacation at Lake Placid. “I’m fed up on these gasoline Georgies and roof gar- den Romeos. Me for a thought- ful, intellectual guy with some- thing north of the eyebrow * * * * * * Mr. and Mrs. Robert Bush an- nounce the marriage of their daughter Vera to Mr. Horace Apthorp on September 15th. The wedding marks the culmination of a charming summer romance at Lake Placid. —A. LL. L. At the Beach “Look at that fat old dame dancing her way into the She's probably testing the floor of the ocean to see if it’s strong enough!” Father—If you insist on keep- ing up with the fashion you'll Something snapped in the flivver-driver’s head when he re- soon be entirely bare. ceived his 138th bawling-out from a traffic cop—what with the Daughter — Well, Dad, Id heat and all. rather be a nudity than an oddity! comicbooks.com