Judge, 1928-08-18 · page 6 of 36
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# Analysis of "Modern Ballad of Lost Loves" This page from *Judge* presents a satirical poem and accompanying illustrations mocking romantic disappointment. The central text, "Modern Ballad of Lost Loves," catalogs various women—Phyllis, Daphne, Edna, Frue, Mildred, Julia, Lois, Sue, and Violet—each described with exaggerated romantic or physical characteristics ("fairest and bluest of eye," "brown-haired," "dimpled and gay"). The surrounding pen-and-ink sketches illustrate these female characters in various poses and situations, appearing somewhat caricatured. The satire targets the melodramatic nature of romantic loss and male sentimentality about past relationships. A brief note marked "*And slightly defective" suggests tongue-in-cheek criticism of these romantic ideals. The overall effect mocks both romantic excess and the superficiality of cataloging love interests, typical of *Judge's* satirical humor about modern social behavior.
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JUDGE Modern* Ballade of Lost Loves Phyllis and Daphne and Edna and Frue, Alice and Violet, Myrtle and Ja Mildred and Julia and Lola and Sue— are the phantoms I summon in vain. at Life's taper is on the wane. Romance is withered, and Hope is fled, Hark to the plaint of a feckless swain— These were the maidens I yearned to wed Phyllis was fairest and bluest of eye, aphne's trim locks the raven’s wing. Edna was brown-haired and six feet high Prue slim and haughty—a mate for a king. Alice excelled at yodeling. Violet dear was a lady bred: Such, in part, were the lasses I sing— These were the maidens I yearned to wed. Myrtle was dimpled and gay and Jane just a pert freckled hobble Mildred precise and prim and ni ulia coquettish, roguish, coy. Lola, pure gold—a trace of allo Sue hard of heart and soft as to head And all of them thought me a broth of a boy— These were the maidens I yearned to wed, L'ENVOL Prince, after all is 4 (Cold are the fires t hile fa These were the I yearned to w And I married them all in the order nam —D. M. \ And slightly defective. comicbooks.com