Judge, 1928-09-08 · page 10 of 36
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# "The Bridge! The Bridge!" and Related Satirical Content This page contains two distinct pieces of satire: **"The Bridge! The Bridge!"** is a parody of the famous Casey Jones ballad/legend about the railroad engineer. Here, Casey Jones races his flying engine to beat a swollen river and reach a bridge—but the punchline subverts the heroic narrative: in his excitement, he loses his dentures (bridgework), not his life. The satire mocks melodramatic adventure stories by reducing their dramatic stakes to a trivial personal mishap. **"Wasteful Working Women"** satirizes a businessman's complaint that working women waste time during lunch. The accompanying illustration of her activities—nose-powdering, manicures, shopping, theater tickets—mocks the executive's narrow expectations. The satire cuts both ways: it ridicules his unrealistic demand for constant productivity while also gently poking fun at stereotypical "feminine" leisure pursuits. The subheading note that she at least "had lunch" suggests even basic self-care counts as accomplishment. The "Pool table designed for stout players" appears to be a separate comic illustration.
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JUDGE The Bridge! The Bridge! | “DS Casey Jones leaned from the window of his flying engine. Through the wind and storm he looked ahead, his eye ever to the track. Casey Jones was hours late and | he was making up time. | ‘ He opened the throttle another notch—on—on fifty, sixty, seven- ty miles an hour! | Around Deadman’s curve he | flew in the teeth of the wind, the | rain pelting the engine windows | ~~ = with its flood. The river was swollen and over flowing its banks. | Soon he would come the river. Could he make He must get across to the higher t ground. Every moment seemed an eter- nity. He threw the throttle wide open. Across a field, through a pateh SS = of woods, past farms, where wide- Far Gorren—Keep your eye on the ball, son—Do I seem to eyed children stared. | be anywhere near it? Faster! Faster! It was raining harder, He rounded another curve—— | 4 “My God!" he eried as he 1 Wasteful Working Women At 1 P. M., when she returned, leaped to his feet, “The BRIDGE Mr. Johnson left. Here's what IS OUT!" Vomen in business!” snorted — fe did in his lunch hour: In his excitement Casey Jones Mr. Johnson. ey're helpful, Had lunch! had lost his bridgework. but they don’t kne how to util- —Cyrano —Natr Coruer i 4 ize their time. No, sir, oN ! yet saw a woman, particuls Hy business woman, who could get a | i | | maximum of sixty seconds. | They don’t know how to squeeze every last ounce out of the hour. t | No, SIR!” | At noon his stenographer shut | her typewriter and left the desk. Here's what she did in her lunch |} hour: Powdered her nose. rouged her checks and touched up her lips | Carefully observed the results in | the mirror. Had a salad, a sun- | dae and a soda. Stopped in for a | manicure. Priced dresses in four ts specialty shops. Left a roll of films to be developed. Telephoned to her boy friend. Tried on thir- teen chic turbans, Bought one. Purchased theatre tickets for the evening. Rented a new fiction book from the pay library. Had | 2 shoe shine. Walked around the Keck. Looked in the shop win- dows and bought a rose. Pool table designed for stout players comicbooks.com