Judge, 1924-04-05 · page 21 of 36
Judge — April 5, 1924 — page 21: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine collects brief humorous anecdotes and jokes from college publications, reflecting 1920s-era humor. The content reveals period concerns and attitudes: **Prohibition-era references**: Multiple jokes mention bootleg whisky and "bean blowers" (hunting equipment), reflecting the illegal alcohol trade during Prohibition. **College humor**: Most items are reprinted from university publications (Notre Dame, Penn State, Northwestern), featuring the casual misogyny typical of that era—jokes mocking women's appearance and intelligence. **Social observations**: References to prize-fighters, doctors, and butchers represent working-class subjects. One cartoon shows a church sign advertising a sermon on hell alongside a tenor singing "Tell Mother I'll Be There"—likely satirizing the contrast between hellfire preaching and sentimental hymns. **The cartoons** appear to be single-panel gags illustrating accompanying text rather than political satire. Overall, this page represents mainstream American collegiate humor from the early Prohibition period, unfiltered by modern sensibilities.
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LEANER “There should be a long spring this year.” “How's that?” “Cause it’s Leap Year.’ "—Notre Dame Juggler. oy Que has no drea ny eyes of blue id compare No luscious lips to tease you No wealth of golden hair. There's a thousand others like her For every one divine I don’t know why I like her But she’s mine, all mine. Her teeth are like a hayrake Her hair like binder twine Nobody else will take her So she’s mine, all mine. —Notre Dame Juggler. Nuts, Too! A well-known doctor has recently made the statement that food affects one’s apy We personally are off fruit for life—Middlebury Blue Baboon. Patient—Doctor, there’s something the matter with my breathing. Doctor—Well, we'll soon stop that. —Georgia Cracker. (a) Ww, p\oo/ ee 2 The bootleg whisky they’re selling these days is terrible. A fellow in Boalsburg took two drinks of the stuff the other day and then went out deer hunting with a bean blower.—Penn State Froth. SiGn on Cuurcy Reverend Hartley will preach on hell. Douglas, our well- known tenor, will sing, Bowl. “Tell Mother Ill) Be There.”"—New York Medley. ere Pity the poor prize-fighter. He can scarcely look his opponent in the face without batting an eye—West Vir- ginia Moonshine. She (icily) —No, I will not marry you. When I marry it will be some one with brains. He—Yes, they say direct oppo- sites make the best marriages.— Northwestern Purple Parrot. Cay THE M.D. Customer—Can’t you wait on me now? I'm ina hurry and I want two pounds of liver. Butcher—Sorry, madam, but there are two ahead of you. You surely won't want your liver out of order, will you?—Washington Cougar’s Paw. Tue Datty Turitt She—Does she dress well? Him—I don’t know. She plugged up the keyhole.— Boston Beanpot. ‘Rae—Betty i is very slow. Mae—She certainly is. thirty years to reach twenty.—Penn. Punch It has taken her Hard-hearted—I am through with all this. ‘To-morrow we separate. Oh, Reggie, give me one more chance, and I'll promise never to put poison in your coffee again.—Notre Dame Juggler. sae “Pray, jester, what is a Knight of the Garter?” “A royal supporter, my lord.”— Northwestern Purple Parrot. ere He spilled some ink upon the floor, T looked a little hurt: For when he wiped it up again, He used my only shirt! —Princeton Tiger. From hand to mouth, —Cornell Widow.