Judge, 1924-06-28 · page 4 of 37
Judge — June 28, 1924 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Page Content This page contains two separate humor pieces: **Top cartoon:** A workplace safety joke. A workman tells a colleague who's fallen off a building that "that clo's line saved ye, but you sure do look silly!" The humor relies on slapstick physical comedy and the absurdity of a clothesline preventing serious injury. **"A Business Experience" story:** This satirizes office hierarchies and job-seeking. A young woman seeks the General Manager but must navigate bureaucratic obstruction—being redirected through various staff members. The satire targets workplace absurdity: the difficulty accessing authority figures and the pointless intermediaries that prevent direct communication. Both pieces mock contemporary workplace dynamics (safety negligence, administrative inefficiency) through exaggerated scenarios, typical of Judge magazine's satirical approach to American social conditions.
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\ Nil} Crews re OUN G——- Workman (to pal who has fallen off building)—Well, Bill, that clo’s line saved ye, A Business Experience WISH to see the General Manager, said to the girl at the waiting-room “Do you mean Mr. Poog inquired in a gentle, if busin V Mr. Poogery the Manager?” I asked. “No,” she replie “Mr. Poogery is the Office Manager. “Well, then,” I decided, “I do not wish to see Mr. Pooger: There was a pause. She smiled. “Whom do you wish to see the “I wish to see the General } * I repeated. “Do you know h ne challenged. “I’m sorry but .”” Twas compelled to answer. She slipped from behind her desk. minute, then, I'll see if he’s in. s gone through a door whence -tat-tat-tat of a million But returned in a moment she your name ? Thadn’t told her my name, but n unnecessary point to bring up. vered. On a little form she wrote “Burns.” What do you wish to see Mr. Poogery about?” she asked, pencil poised over the form. I gently reminded her that I did not wish to see Mr. Poogery. “Oh, of course, how stupid of me! You wished to see the General Manager?” I nodded flatteringly. “But,” she un- but you sure do look silly! earthed with triumph, “what did you him about?” T hesitated. “Shall I just wish to see She made a suggestion, Disgruntled Gardener (to the tomato plants) — You've had bugs, slugs, worms—and everything else but grow- ing pains! write down ‘Personal’?” idea. That was an She disappeared once more through the portal. But she returned almost. as quickly as she had the first time. * she m so sorry, Mr. Burns,” “But the General the day, Isn't. the could see?” lamented. I told her there wasn’t anyone, and started for the elevator. But T recon- sidered and returned to the desk changed my mind, Miss,” I said. is some one else T should like to see, should like to see Mr. Poogery.” She brightened beautifully and rushed off. “TI tell Mr. Poogery that you're here,” she breathed with elation. And in no time Mr. Poogery—it was difficult to see him without my glasses—came out. ve I shook his hand warmly. to meet you, Mr. Poo heard so much about you.” Mr. Poogery heamed and looked down at my slip. But T was already in the elevator and on my way back to the farm. H. D. ‘T just want Tsaid sae Judge—And why did you take part in the fight? Murphy—Faith, yer Honor, an’ body deserved to be in it more than me— bein’ a friend of both parties. comicbooks.com