Judge, 1934-11 · page 12 of 36
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# Judge Magazine: "Mistress Pepys' Journal" (Page 10) This page presents a humorous diary column mimicking Samuel Pepys' famous 17th-century diary, but set in what appears to be the 1920s-30s. The column satirizes upper-class social life through trivial complaints and name-dropping. **The main cartoon** shows a man entering a room saying "Hello, Pa, I just had a terrible scene with your wife"—a domestic joke about marital discord, illustrated with slapstick visual chaos (overturned furniture, scattered objects). **The text entries** record mundane social events (steeplechase racing, lunch parties) mixed with petty grievances (flies preventing sleep, airplane noise). There's a section titled "Advertising Tragedies" mentioning "Mr. Codfish Cakes Gorton" getting a bone in his throat—likely mocking commercial product names and advertising claims. The satire targets pretentious, leisured society people who treat insignificant problems as major dramas while referencing popular novels and social status. The Pepys framing device elevates trivial modern gossip to mock historical importance.
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Judge Mustress Pepys’ Journal By Baird Leonard EPTEMBER 29.—Mightily de- pressed this morning forasmuch as, crazed by the flies which were prevent- ing me from sleeping throu; I did up and at the with such veher ith a swatter, that I did laster Venus y col- once ‘or er- ther spirits that Did new zany on my brown strin hat with the pointed cro oft through a foul drizzle to Le nd to see the steeplechase for the Meadow Brook Cup and to a great luncheon af- wards, and I was much cheered by ic from the Seve for never does my heart | as when I hear a brass be Regiment, up up in the sky comparing feel thinks, as when a protested that Stars and St I did who | vi ADVERTISING TRAGEDIES Mr. Codfish Cakes Gorton Gets a Bone in His Throat. »me- And e table » playing “The Ar Sat next Mis- me of an until 1é, chicken 1, and pie d la “Hello, Pa, 1 just had a terrible scene with your wife.” +, considerably abashed by my appe- tite, but Lord! T was so h could have eaten a st proverbial hatred therewith, The: a splendid confab with Carol W uel called upon. th vouchsafed, “ou are bad enough, Carol is worse, and when the two of you get sod save the King together, PTEMBER 30.—Awake too be- mes, so reading in a by called The Secret Agent” wrote by Sidney Horler I did come upon the st “He wore a small black mous the only way that a small black mous- tache should be worn,” which gave me pause, since I do hold that as a general rule a small black moustache should not be worn at all, and was quickly minded of a similar puzzler which I did once encounter in a novel by Cosmo Hamil- ton to the effect that a woman's gentil- ity can be estimated by her method of ng aspar ¢ problems prov- ing too much for me so early in the day, I did try once more to doze off, but the airplanes out for their Sabbath jaunts did make so much noise that [ might as well have been at home swearing at the trucks on First Avenue. My tray come finally, and as there was no strainer on it I was obliged to put my tea through a pocket handkerchief, so that the bever- age partook of a slight sachet which never came out of Ch hen Samuel at me to write him a verse to accompany some balances which he had bought sift Has- orrow and which, from an antiquarian against kins’ birthday on thet albeit once precious and delicate enough k ment for weighing coins and bits of bullion, are in such sorry (Page 28, please) as a de comicbooks.com