Judge, 1928-05-26 · page 13 of 36
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# Analysis of "Judge, Jr. Still in Paris" This is a humorous travel column by "Judge, Jr." (likely a junior editor or contributor to Judge magazine) describing a wild night in 1920s Paris. **The Content:** The piece satirizes American tourists' experiences in post-WWI Paris, particularly the legendary nightlife of the Latin Quarter and Montmartre. The author describes attending costume balls where revelers drink openly from bottles, dance into the streets, and spill spontaneously from one venue to another. **The Satire:** The joke targets both the excesses of Parisian nightlife AND naive American assumptions about it. The phrase "good Americans go to Paris when they die" is cleverly twisted—the author argues they actually come *alive* there, making a mess of themselves. **Key References:** - "Zybysko" (likely wrestler Stanislaus Zbyszko, a contemporary celebrity) - Harry's Bar and the Dome (real Paris establishments frequented by expatriates) - Le Bourget (Paris airfield) - "Spirit of Pol Roger" (champagne brand joke) The accompanying sketch shows a chaotic taxi overflowing with revelers, reinforcing the theme of uncontrolled merriment.
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IMIG: JUDGE, JR. STILL IN PARIS! Paris, France, \ cial cablegram to Jupar about a Paris edition of Jepar? I could stay here and run. it! Salary no object! P. S. Mac says he'll work for no salary!” Ah, qu'il est beau, mon village, mon Paris, mon Paris! Il n'est bon bee que de Paris! And if you don’t think so you're crazy! Whoever said the French they are a funny ri r'ssorts du must have been les sommier or else he meant the French they are a race for fun! They make our white light steppers look like a bunch of professional pall bearers! Dawn to them means the cocktail hour and the start of the party! Last night, or maybe it was night before last, we took in one of the Latin quarter balls, “at's something or other, and the cat's all right! Our snwich village balls are Browning Society meetings com- pared to these festivals, and all the Who’s Whoopee (Ah, there, Walter!) in Paris run amuck for twenty-four hours. They wear, or rather, they don’t wear, the craziest costumes, and Zybysko could learn some new holds if he stuck around for a while! I tried to separate one couple because | thought they were having a fight! And while they dance they drink right out of the bottle! Along about dawn the hall too small to hold them and they ever flow all over the streets. to a ball in Montmartr about noon the next day you find yourself with a gang ‘dancing along the Place Vendome! I got into one party taking a subway ride at six in the morning and then we got out somewhere and took a taxi back to Montparnasse just in time to join another crowd at the Dome! Some bird in a Baby Renault, with about sixteen people in it, went by and sixteen including yours truly, tried gets You go nd along 4 to clamber on! At noon we went up to Harry's bar for Cham- pagne Tom Collins (Ah, there, America!) and some — quitter wanted to go to sleep and break up the party, so we chartered some taxis and the whole crowd took him over to the fountains in the Place de Ja Concorde and gave him a ducking which woke him up! And so on long into the night! Whoever that all good Amer’cans go to Paris when they dic got it all mixed up. He meant they dic when they yo to Paris! After a day's sleep, Mac stuck his head out from under the dresser where he had been sleep ing and yelled, “I'd like a nice, big schooper of Pilsner beer!” I jumped out of the bath tub ims diately and cried, “Son, that's ide: Let’s on to Berlin!” after a farewell tour of the cafés, and amid tearful good-byes, we made our way to Le Bourget, where the Spirit of Pol Roger rked, and took off for was pd Germany comicbooks.com