Judge, 1928-08-25 · page 11 of 36
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# "The Luxurious Lady" - Judge Magazine Satire This page satirizes the pretensions of unemployed working-class women during the Depression era. "Mazie," a jobless typist, constantly complains about discomfort despite being surrounded by authentic luxury furniture (Italian Renaissance, Tudor period pieces, Oriental rugs). The joke is her absurd entitlement: she cannot be satisfied in a millionaire's setting, then suggests spending time in a *hotel* lounge because it has furnishings "more to my liking." The satire mocks both her snobbery and unrealistic expectations—she has no money, no job, yet judges expensive hotels as insufficiently luxurious. It's commentary on social pretension and the disconnect between actual means and perceived status. The separate cartoon about a "Federal Prohibition Enforcement Officer on his day off" depicts him as a bootlegger, satirizing corruption among agents tasked with enforcing Prohibition.
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The Luxurious Lady M yawned and decided that the needle-point chair on which she sat was growing un- comfortable. With the grace of a young panther she arose and made her way through the heavy Oriental rugs to an Italian Kenaissance sofa, But Mazie in one of her restless moods nothing seemed to suit her. mained on the sofa but a few moments and then walked to an overstuffed couch that nestled by a modernistic floor lamp. A few minutes on the overstuffed couch was all that the fidgety damsel could stand before she deposited herself in another tall chair of the ‘Tudor period. It really seemed a pity that re} JUDGE The Federal Prohibition En- forcement Officer on his day off. even such luxury could not satis- fy Mazie and make her contented. The room contained priceless fur niture, heavy hangings. deep, luxurious rugs. A millionaire could have dwelled here in’ per fect comfort, but Mazie couldn't be suited—Mazie, the typist out of a job! “Oh, well,” finally said Md to her girl friend as lady stifled a yawn, “I just can’t seem to get comfortable any more on this here Hotel Imperial mez- zanine. Let’s you and me go over and kill a few hours—till the movies open—in the lounge of the new Hotel Ritzmore. The fur- nishings there is more to my lik- ing.” restless —Artion L. Lippmann He brings it home every Tuesday evening comicbooks.com