Judge, 1929-07-27 · page 8 of 38
Judge — July 27, 1929 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of "Judge" Magazine Page This page contains a short story titled "Loyal Hearts at Old Greenberg" rather than political satire. The top cartoon shows a man in a hammock counting sheep (labeled "1075—1076—1077") while unable to sleep—a visual pun on the common insomnia remedy of "counting sheep." The story discusses Grace Hamish and Betty Blemish, students at Old Greenberg College, competing in a rowing race. The text satirizes academic pretension and social hierarchies among schoolgirls, with the "natty gent who always carries a spare" pictured below representing a vain male character. The satire targets college social life, female competitiveness, and romantic entanglements rather than political issues. It's light social humor typical of *Judge's* general interest content circa this era.
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JUDGE ee ase Q Ixsomntac (counting sheep)—1075—1076—1077—xchy, I do believe it’s going to work. Loyal Hearts at Old Greenberg By S. J. Perelman “Isn't he simply adorable?” The speaker was none other than Grace Hamish, all the girls of Greenberg Col- est of the fair.” She and her , Blemish, or “The Inseparables”, e called, had just left Penmanship class and were excitedly discussing Professor Grimes, their new mentor. “He certainly is handsome ously, “And he never took his as they agreed Betty envi- excellent penwoman—the best in Old Greenberg. “But let us change the subject,” proposed Betty as they directed their steps toward their “dorm.” “Are you going to row stroke tomorrow on the n our annual contest with Cooper- “That remains to be seen,” replied Grace rue- fully, “If I do not pass the Penmanship quiz we took yesterday, Dean Updegraff will not permit me to compete As she feared, when they arrived at their room, Grace found a note from the Dean informing her that she had “flunked” her test eyes off you all during class. Grace Hamish, I declare I think you have made another con- quest!” “Oh, nonsense,” Grace, haven't sor Grin man-hater’? Fate is a sly joker indeed, for the chums w as different as the two Poles, Paderewski and Pilsudski. Grace Hamish was endowed with all of Na- ture’s graces and a splendid oarswoman to boot, whereas laughed ecretly pleased. “Why, ou heard that Profes- a notorious ‘wo- and would be ineligible for the race. Betty, ever sympathetic, attempted to comfort her down- cast school-fellow, but to no avail, The day of the race dawned crisp and Hundreds of rooters, wearing arm-bands of gay hue and waving colorful pennants, streamed to the edge of the river. In their room Betty Blemish was trying to console Grace, whose head was “heaped with sackcloth and ashes,” figuratively speaking. Betty Blemish was the uckly dugling of the school, albeit an ries a spare. The natty gent who always car- Just then the door opened and the crew manager appeared. “May I speak to you a mo- comicbooks.com