Judge, 1927-11-05 · page 5 of 36
Judge — November 5, 1927 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains a fictional narrative ("Chapter III") rather than political satire. The text describes a social scene at the Madison hotel involving characters named Ronald, Alicia, Dick Halliday, and Joy—apparently young bohemian or literary figures engaged in romantic complications and banter about marriage. The accompanying ink illustrations depict people in period dress at what appears to be a social gathering, with one figure labeled "Splash! At the far end a dainty figure cut the water," suggesting an aquatic scene. Without identifying specific historical figures or events in the text or images, this appears to be serialized entertainment fiction typical of Judge magazine's content—satirizing contemporary social mores and romantic entanglements among the urban upper classes rather than addressing direct political commentary.
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JUDGE The pool was dark and magical, glim- mering under the moonlight. Ronald shivered and hesitated. He didn’t want to take off his clothes and go in. He didn’t approve of such things. He didn’t approve of the younger generation. Besides, he was wearing his heavy underwear. Splash! At the far end a dainty white figure cut the water in a beautiful “Come on in!” gurgled Alicia. “It’s gre Joy pressed closer to Ronald. “Don’t do it,” she said. “Let’s not go in. Let's go somewhere and get married instead.” “All right,” agreed the poet. CHAPTER III @aauaneee hour at the Madison. Halliday was shaking a concoction of his own device; the others in the apartment lolled in chairs or on the soft davenport. A record on the Orthophonic was trilling the strains of the latest hit “Where's Ron: E E ing her yellow turban over the tousled short hair of her golden head. “I want Ronald. We want Ronald! Where’s my boy friend Ronald?” “You're tight,” someone said, pulling her down again into her chair. “Tm not tight!” retorted Alicia, “IT want Ronald. I want my little playmate.” And then, for no apparent reason, she suddenly burst into tears. Joy went over to Dick Halliday and snapped his garter. “Come on, big boy, let’s shake this crowd and get married.” “T can't,” groaned Dick. “I’m married already.” Who to?” demanded Joy, clutching her breast. “Dozens of people,” he replied. “TI don’t know who. We were all tight last night.” Pale Ronald Whiteley entered the room, his latest poem under his arm, “Give me (Continued on page 27) The others jeered and laughed at him. “Of course we haven't, silly,” declared Alicia. ‘“That’s the point.” She slid her arm through Hallid and left the dance floor with him. Pale Ronald followed after, in a daze. Joy tapped him on the shoulder. ‘I'm tight,” she said. “I’m tight, Ronnie, but I like you. Do you like me?” “Sure,” he said. Her warm hand slipped into his. Splash! At the far end a dainty figure cut the water. comicbooks.com