Judge, 1924-08-30 · page 12 of 36
Judge — August 30, 1924 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three separate humorous pieces typical of early 20th-century satirical magazines: **"The Bird House"**: A domestic comedy where a husband argues against buying birdhouses while his wife Angela insists. His practical objections (expense, uselessness for sparrows) are undermined when she points out their own roof leaks—a gentle satire on marital disputes where wives prove right about home maintenance. **Bottom cartoon**: A prudish man lecturing a flirtatious woman, claiming membership in the "Society for the Suppression of Vice." This mocks Victorian morality movements and self-righteous attitudes about propriety. **"Letters from a Self-made Maniac"**: A humorous asylum-inmate letter describing absurd fantasies (shooting colored elephants, eating nails and kerosene, handsprings to the North Pole). The punchline reveals he's institutionalized—dark humor about mental illness common to the period. **"Seeing and Hearing"**: A brief joke about theater seating preferences, possibly critiquing class distinctions or gender dynamics in public spaces. The overall tone reflects Judge's blend of domestic satire, social commentary, and absurdist humor.
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The Bird House A Maid and a Man and a Robin NGELA and [ had it out on the subject of bird-house My argument was that I could cover our entire estate with a running start and two jumps, and that putting up a bird house on it was like starting a golf course in a window-box. Angela replied th simply must teach her to play golf some- time. I urged furthermore that there weren’t any refined, family birds around any more, they were all sparrows; that I didn’t see any reason for relieving the housing situation among sparrows; and, anyway, before we started buying hou for little birds we ought to finish paying for the roof over our own hea Angela | replied that speaking of roofs, there was a bad leak over the kitchen. T argued finally that we couldn’t afford you're responsible for? (Continued on page 31) to call me honey! WANS STENCTE “Kindly refrain from flirting with me, Miss Brown; you know I am a member of the Society for the Suppression of Vice and besides you're not at all my type.” vt Huspanp—There, dammit, see what T've always told you not Letters from a Self- made Maniac to His Maiden Aunt Drar Aunt: Well, I had a great time to- day! Let me tell you all about it! Right after breakfast I shot nine elephants. Five of them were blue and six were pink. T had shingle nails for dinner, washed down with some of the hest kerosene you ever tasted. Lincoln and Grant dropped in in the afternoon and invited me to play croquet on the lawn, but I decided to go to Zuzu- land instead, and in place of walking I turned handsprings until I got there. I rodeback on a bicycle stop- ping at the North Pole on the way and arrived just in time for a smoking hot supper— white pebbles, fried in tar; there’s nothing any better if they're cooked just right! T'd like to tell you something more, but the keeper's com- ing! Bill Seeing and Hearing Men want the front in a theater, the rear ones church, comicbooks.com