Judge, 1924-09-13 · page 46 of 72
Judge — September 13, 1924 — page 46: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains **three separate satirical pieces** from Judge magazine: **Top cartoon**: A couple in a rowboat; the wife says she's going to be sick, and the husband cheerfully replies "you've got a grand day for it"—a joke about seasickness and obliviousness. **Middle section**: A **Prohibition-era political cartoon**. A prohibition candidate denounces "the Demon Rum" and claims conspirators will try to intoxicate him, while simultaneously a lower cartoon shows a car captioned "bootlegging"—the satire being that the candidate's moral panic about alcohol was hypocritical, as illegal bootlegging was rampant and often normalized even among respectable people. **Right side**: A poem satirizing romantic adventure fantasies (pirate ships, brigands), followed by short joke sections: a newlywed couple's "$81.50 quarrel" (expensive divorce/separation joke), and a gag about parents naming their baby something ordinary instead of "Calvin Coolidge" (mocking the then-president's stiffness). The unifying theme: American hypocrisy and moral contradictions during the Prohibition era.
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