Judge, 1934-07 · page 8 of 36
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This is a humor column titled "Mistress Pepys' Journal" by Baird Leonard, presented as a fictional diary entry. The left illustration depicts a woman pulling a grotesque, elongated figure from water—likely satirizing absurd newspaper stories or social gossip of the era. The column's tone is satirical social commentary. It mocks upper-class leisure activities (yacht parties, expensive dentistry), rural pretensions, and the absurdity of society gossip—including a humorous anecdote about a woman who supposedly fell three stories into a sandpile after slipping on soap. The cartoon below shows a man instructing someone to place a bird-bath while correcting his name ("O.L. Whitewick, not Tarzan"), likely mocking either a specific public figure or the general absurdity of servants' misunderstandings. This represents typical Judge magazine fare: satirizing society manners and upper-class foibles.
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Judge Mistress Pepys’ Journal By Baird Leonard M* 3l1—My husband, poor wretch, up at the break of day to join a party on Biff Haskins’ yacht and sail down the harbor to watch the fleet come in, but when I think of the wine chest on Biff's boat, I doubt if any of them can see aught by the time they reach the Statue of Liberty, and my silent prayer is that Sam may not go overboard, Stopped at home myself, since the Saratoga, which my brother- in-law commands, is second in the line, and I did fear me that as soon as Rufus had sailed past, one gunboat would look very much like another to me, and it would be impossible to call a taxi and make for our flat. Lay late, but in a fretful doze because of the noisy traffic, and did ponder what a relief it would be if the truck drivers should go on a strike. Marge Boothby to see me, with another yarn about her rich uncle who seems incurable of mortality. The old gentleman went to a costly and fash- ionable dentist, who took innumerable X-Rays of his jaws and then, after their development, did tell him that all his teeth must come out, whereupon Uncle Harvey thrust his fingers into his mouth, removed his plates, and said “Here they are”. By motor to W bury, where my cozen Florence and [ did hide ourselves all afternoon in order to have an uninterrupted session of Bézique, for Lord! no sooner do we begin to shuffle the cards in a public room than the entire country in one by one, and not silent! and I have often wished it were man privilege to emulate a di ment of such intrusions, so th: go “Woof! Woof!” at unwelcome ar- rivals. A great company for dinner to bid farewell to Lily McKim, who is off with her guns to a moor in Scotland, and somebody sought to taunt our ho by telling him how a horse for which he refused to pay twenty-five hundred dollars last year had been sold yesterday for twice that sum, whereupon he qu “That's no reflection on my judgment— it merely shows what contempt some people have for five thousand dollars.” Much merriment over a newspaper clipping which Dickie Myers passed around telling how a woman had slipped on a piece of soap in her bathtub and skidded through the window to a sand- pile three storeys below, and causing Bill Langley to observe that it must have been fairy soap. UNE 1.—Early awake, wondering it Milton was right about “the charm of earliest birds”, for it was far too early to ring for breakfast, and I was (Page 29, please) “Just put the bird-bath there and my name is O. L. White- wick, not Tarzan.” comicbooks.com