Judge, 1923-12-22 · page 28 of 36
Judge — December 22, 1923 — page 28: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several brief satirical jokes from international sources, reflecting early 20th-century social commentary: **Top cartoon** (Stockholm): A man rushes into a store claiming he's lost his wife. The joke's dark humor lies in the assistant directing him to the "mourning department"—implying wives are so disposable that losing one is merely an occasion for purchasing mourning clothes. **Middle cartoon** (Turin): A husband announces his wages were cut 10%. His wife responds "only ten percent?" because the milliners have reduced prices by 20%—she's pleased the wage cut is smaller than the price reduction, showing her priorities and suggesting middle-class women's focus on shopping. **Other anecdotes** included cover workplace injuries, golf incompetence, courtroom testimony about marriage sincerity, and a cannibal-and-critic joke—all using ethnic/national stereotypes typical of the era's international humor exchanges. The page satirizes marriage dynamics, economic hardship, and social pretension across different cultures.
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An excited gentleman dashes into a store. An assistant inquires: you wish anything, sir?” “Yes, I have lost my wife!” “Mourning department on first floor!”—Kasper (Stockholm). nh ill wi yey Husband—My wages have been reduced ten per cent.! Wife—Only ten per cent.? per cent.!—Pasquino (Turin). That’s all right. “Do I" was outside the works gate—they were having their final “draw” befor: the horn went off for them to start toil again. ‘Man, Sam,” said one of the workers, me chaps are born to misfortune. Did hear oor Jock’s in the hospi “Naw, whit’s the maitter wi queried Sam. “He got a lickin’ the fellow thocht he w his girl, an’ y him?” a chap becans s too chummy wi’ whin he explained he'd worked beside her for nearly twenty years in the same mill, she fired in an’ nearly murdered him."—Weekly Tele- graph (London). Pala A Butsxor-Jorc E plays golf so badly £\ that he prefers a’ solitary round with only the caddie present. He had a new boy one day recently, and played as wretchedly as usual. “T fancy I play the worst game in the world,” he confessed to the caddie. “Oh, I wouldn't say that, sir,” was the consoling reply. “From what the boys were saying about another gentleman who plays here, he must be worse than you ar “What's his name?” hopefully. And the caddie replied: ‘*Arbuthnot- Joyce.”—Pearson’s Weekly (London). eee asked the player amining plaintiff)— air when he prom- <d to marry you perfectly serious or one y and jocularity? Plaintiff—If you ple: all ruffled with running it—London Answers. tae Cannibal Chief —What is your occupa- tion? Captive—A critic. “Compare what you have done to others with what we shall do. to you!”"— Der Brummer (Berlin). ir, “is ’air was ‘ands through The milliners have reduced their prices by twenty Xr You'l If; lms Yo by pa ni comicbooks.com