Judge, 1930-05-10 · page 5 of 36
Judge — May 10, 1930 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two distinct sections: **"Ignored Invitations"** (top right): A satirical piece by Arthur L. Lippmann mocking wealthy husbands who offer their wives charge accounts at department stores as gestures of generosity. The joke critiques how such "gifts" are actually controlling—the wife gets unlimited shopping freedom, but only at one store, undermining the supposed kindness. **"Helping Hands"** (left): A humorous dialogue about mistaken directions at a crossroads, culminating in frustration about poor roads and unreliable transportation. **Cartoon (center)**: A Felix-the-Cat-style black cat character knocks on the wrong apartment door at night, mistakenly entering someone's home while they sleep. The caption plays on the humor of nocturnal confusion and trespassing. The page primarily targets early-20th-century domestic life and urban inconveniences.
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JUDGE Ignored Invitations “iis offers you the opportunity to please someone you love with a generous and gracious gesture, Dor gan’s—the largest department store in town—invites you to open a charge account for your wife. ‘Think how thrilled she'll be when you tell) her. “Darling, you have a charge account Often a woman sees a lovely cnsemble or a smart Parisian turban, only to discover, to her dis- may, that she hasn't enough money in her purse to purchase the coveted ar- ticles, But now your wife will suffer no such disappointment. Now she may buy whatever appeals to her. Amrnteas—T came within an inch of losing my life here. Just sign the enclosed card and a “How was that?” charge account will be opened for her “T almost forgot to salute a second lieutenant!” today.” —Artivur L, Lireaann Helping Hands After you have taken the wrong detour at the crossroads “Well, Thad a feeling—half an hour back—-that this wasn't the right road. LT only 1 it gets wide enough so that w find a place to turn be- tere it gets dark.” “T thought you'd been over. this route, and I left the gas stove going full blast!" “Sure, this may swing around and lit the main stem a in, but when? About next Tuesday, if you ask me!” “Well, what if Fred Munkelt did tell you to turn left here? You ought to know by now that he’s got no more sense of direction than a cat in a “You know, these roads aren't get- ting any smoother, and this bus isn’t iny Duesenberg any longer. ‘There's a kind of a funny flat ‘slap-slap’ noi that I don't like every time we sn a bump.” “Why didn’t you get a good map, ony This haphazard business of relying on filling station 1 boys makes me tired! stuck out here ‘til midnight now,” —Staniey Jones It may be bad luck to have a black cat eross your path on Friday, thir- teenth, but that isn’t anything com- pared to having a speed-boat do the sane, if you are in a canoe. Intimate friends of Rudy Vallée most likely refer to him as an old say—you're knocking at the wrong door!” croonie. ” “Nonshensh—you're shleepin’ in the wrong housh! 3