Judge, 1914-11-28 · page 9 of 24
Judge — November 28, 1914 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* contains three satirical pieces mocking early 20th-century American society: **"Wouldn't It Be Funny To See"** is a humorous list of absurd scenarios—a landlady boarding a train, a crooked man straightening up, a Chinese laundryman becoming wealthy. These jokes rely on ethnic and class stereotypes common to the era, treating social hierarchies as inherently comic. **"How It Was"** is a brief racial joke playing on the term "albino" as a punchline about a white lawyer helping a Black defendant escape justice—relying on crude racial humor. **"The New Profession"** satirizes authors who abandon serious literary work to become paid endorsers of commercial products (tobacco, soap, razors, etc.). The poet ironically celebrates this mercenary shift, noting that "bunk goes on forever"—criticizing how advertising and commercial promotion had corrupted literary integrity. **"Brings It All Out"** is a brief double-entendre joke about ocean travel inducing seasickness. The page reflects *Judge*'s satirical approach to commercial culture, labor, and social pretension, though its humor relies heavily on now-offensive racial and ethnic stereotypes.
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Wouldn't It Be Funny To See: A LANDLADY boarding a train? A crooked man straighten up? Two aeronauts fall out over a hen house? A deaf man get a hearing in court? A policeman pinch a felon? Ouch! A vaudeville team hitched to a star? An attorney pressing his client's suit? A ward heeler arrest- ed for malpractice? A Chinese laundryman clean up a for- tune? A young rector giving a society belle a ring? A wife practice on the piano before she tried to lecture her husband? A train of thought wrecked in a brain- storm? Oliver E. Behymer. How It Was Brother Baggy—How come de jedge to turn Brudder Bogus loose? Brother Slack—Oh, his white lawyer Proved an albino. THE The New Profession HE author won to praise and fame Through toil beyond all measure, Till everybody knew his name And read his stuff with pleasure. Then editors, they came to him And begged to buy his fiction. He turned them down with visage grim And said, with firm conviction, “T once was wedded to my art, But now I shall divorce her And play the very paying part Of general indorser; For I indorse with ready ease (Upon receipt of payment) Tobacco, ale and potted cheese And medicines and raiment, “And phonographs and scented soap, Cigars and sporting blazers And guns and cigarettes and rope And knives and safety razors. Indorsement is a fine career. Its net results amaze me, And you would faint away to hear How royally it pays me. “The stery-writing game was slow. I love my new endeavor, For authors come and authors go, But bunk goes on forever!"’ —Berton Bratey. COMPANION WAY BRINGS IT ALL OUT Trene—Don't you think that travel brings out all that is in one? Ira—Yes ; especially ocean travel. comicbooks.com