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Judge — December 2, 1922 — page 35: Judge, 1922-12-02

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This is a collection of humorous single-panel and multi-panel comics showcasing amateur artists' work. The page demonstrates early 20th-century American humor through various joke formats: **Key content includes:** - A drunk man ("fermented" vs. "demented") — wordplay on intoxication - A husband worried about his wife's birthday gift, not the future - An immigrant attempting to bathe in a reservoir, using dialect humor ("Dat's all right, mister") - A college-bound son's pessimistic answer about his future - An Irish immigrant's malapropism confusing Dublin with a U.S. state - A bride asking her father's permission to attend her own wedding (absurdist humor) - A dog reading a music book (visual gag) The humor relies heavily on **ethnic/immigrant stereotypes** (Irish, possibly German accents), **marital comedy**, and **wordplay**. This represents typical Judge magazine content: lighthearted satire of everyday life rather than political commentary, with an emphasis on the comedic absurd.

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