Judge, 1927-11-19 · page 8 of 36
Judge — November 19, 1927 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three satirical pieces mocking 1920s social attitudes: **"So I Up and Told Her"** (top): A husband complains about his wife's desire to go out, revealing his hypocrisy—he criticizes her lack of independence while controlling her, then explodes into an absurd rage, ultimately refusing to take her out by making a bridge card game reference instead. The satire targets domineering husbands who mask control as concern for women's self-reliance. **"Birth of the Blues"** (bottom left): A jazz composer goes mad because he can't escape noise—particularly his own piano playing—while trying to compose. This satirizes the nervous temperament of artists and the paradoxes of creative work. **"Cataclymic Moments"** (bottom right): A driver has dummies mounted on his car's front bumper, explaining they're "decoys." This appears to mock either reckless driving habits or insurance fraud schemes of the era. The overarching theme mocks modern social pretension and hypocrisy among the urban leisure class.
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JUDGE = _So I Up and Told Her—” | [ It was the same old story: | | “Take me out, dear, please take ; | me out!” Curse her, anyway! | Couldn't I see it in her eyes { without her expressing the senti- \ ment vocally? Such extremely | bad taste—especially with other | people present. 1] That’s the trouble with the | modern girl. No vigor, no self- | reliance.—Always wanting to be | taken out. Pah! It disgusts me! , | I could scream. Yo-o-0-w-w-w! : | There! I have screamed. As I | looked at her my revulsion in- | creased. What was she but | little namby-pamby nit-w | About as much independence as a barnacle on the bottom of a | seagoing freighter. There’s a \g good figure for you! What kind a | companion was she anyway? | it kind of a wife would she aa > a man? e me out in- ; | deed! { And so I turned on her in fury, , | j rding the other people | | | | Jane, once and for all I am ] i not going to take you out. My | best suit is four clubs to the nine i ; spot, and you can play your two | hearts doubled and go down a | thousand for all J care!” } —Parke CumMincs | | The rolling stone comes home when his roll is gone. } Catactysmic Moments { Mr. Coty discavers a new scent. t 7 | Birth of the Blues | If it’s news, a popular song writer, or, rather, a composer of | popular jazz songs recently went crazy. It seems he was very nervous and noises, such as asheans being banged and motor car sirens, ete., made him more ] so. He couldn’t compose when | there was any noise. He tried to ; get aw from it. It was im- 4 possible, however, as there was j one thing he could never get | away from, and that was his | own banging on the piano. He | ‘ couldn’t compose with such noise j and he couldn’t compose without Passencer—Why do you have those dummies on the front of : — ‘| it, so he went crazy trying to your car? | | i figure a way out. R. C. O. Driver—Oh, those are decoys. | i} | i 7 i 6 i ui comicbooks.com