Judge, 1924-09-13 · page 5 of 72
Judge — September 13, 1924 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Page Content This page contains **three separate humorous pieces** rather than political cartoons: 1. **"Bootlegger Memo"** and **"Chicken Memo"** — satirical office memos from the Prohibition era, poking fun at illegal alcohol distribution and domestic mishaps. 2. **"Cautious Knight"** — an illustrated story about a knight refusing further "chances" after receiving poor water quality, using medieval fantasy as comedic framework. 3. **"Revenge!"** — a silhouette cartoon showing children checking a calendar on September 15th, having retrieved their hats. The joke concerns schoolboys who left straw hats at home over summer, now needing to reclaim them as the school year approaches. The page reflects 1920s-30s domestic humor and Prohibition-era satire typical of Judge magazine's satirical approach to contemporary American life.
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ER MEMO Your bootlegger called at a.m.) (p.n.) and requested yon we advised that Cheek Below The stuff will be delivered as vu ordered st batch ice h of real Scoteh is ble and wants you to provide bond If you want him please call him at the home of Congressman Senator Officer Your account is already over drawn, ‘a CHICKEN MEMO Date you were out there was a phone) (personal) call from a Blond Slender Brunette Plump Red-headed Fat Tall Short Her husband is in town; stay away to-night received your letter HM right t you phone as you ‘ou would nave a good-looking friend who ean da well. bring him along to-night for Mice ker’s Initials Here Chet Johnson “Who are Kenneth’s friends in there?” “T only overheard two of their names. Joe and Big Dick.” Little Palladin manted to refcue damfel from Dgre- Cautious Kxigur—Reconnoiter the damsel well, The last three first water, and I'm taking no more chances sirrah! I reseued were lemons of the R’ree-ve Tee strong. they walked in and checked their hats. One hour later, they all walked out—without their hats. event you forgotten something, sirs?” No.” they said. turning in unison “But your hats!" eried the astonished menial “Oh, you may keep the hats!” The hat boy turned to the calendar, and groaned oud. For the day was September 15, and the hats were all of ancient straw! Cyril BL Egan comicbooks.com