Judge, 1929-04-27 · page 17 of 36
Judge — April 27, 1929 — page 17: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This Judge page contains two satirical pieces mocking early 1920s New York social pretension and gender stereotypes. **The Main Cartoon:** Two working-class men ("Bill" and another laborer) overhear society women discussing an exclusive speakeasy ("Tony's place" on 49th Street). The satire targets wealthy women who act sophisticated while frequenting illegal establishments during Prohibition—they use coded language ("ask for 'Tony'") and name-drop to seem fashionable. The laborers mockingly repeat the women's affected speech patterns, highlighting the absurdity of their pretense. **"One of the Old Ones":** A brief joke where a visitor tactfully asks if someone's husband had a long sanitarium stay, and the hostess replies he was "just there for a spell"—a pun playing on "spell" (a period of time) versus being under a magical spell, implying her husband is somewhat dim-witted. The overall humor relies on class mockery and mocking women's vanity and gullibility regarding fashionable venues.
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