Judge, 1924-10-04 · page 8 of 37
Judge — October 4, 1924 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several unrelated humorous pieces typical of early 20th-century satirical magazines: **Top cartoon**: A domestic scene where a young mother ("Bossy") tends a baby carriage while others work nearby. Bobby complains about lacking an instruction booklet—satirizing how new parents receive no formal guidance for childcare. **"Funnybones" sections**: Short joke submissions. One mocks beggars; another plays on a riddle about a stopped watch ("time to wind it"). **"Have You Murdered a Man?"**: A darkly comedic fake "confession" where a woman admits murdering her husband "just for fun," then regrets it because he was a breadwinner. The satire targets sensationalist true-crime publications popular at the time. **"Black Magic"**: Contrasts old and young generations—elderly people worked by candlelight; modern youth work in darkness (unclear reference, possibly about efficiency or laziness). **Bottom cartoon**: About tactfully telling friends their car-driving invitation must be declined. The page is largely **filler humor content** rather than pointed political satire, reflecting Judge's mix of domestic comedy and absurdist jokes.
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Bossy (minding baby)—Say! (Sarbanes ( Beggars can't be boozers. — Tudge will pay $5 for cach one printed A weekly recently propounded the following: What time is it when the minute hand is at X and the hour hand at I, provided the watch has stopped? The answer, of course, is: Time to wind it. How to break it gently to the friends who insist on taking you motoring. Didn't you get no instruction booklet with this, mother? Have You Murdered a Man? True Confessions by Murderesses! “Just for Fun” There is nothing to my story of how I murdered my husband. I did it just for fun. Now I'm sorry. After all, a revolver never can take the place of a bread winner. Live and learn. Is this worth $2, Mr. Editor? Lovingly yours, Mrs. Sempronia Coughdrop, 47 Beerkeg strect. P.S. Never mind, I’m married again. Black Magic Ancient—Young people don’t burn the midnight oil over their work as we old-timers did. Recent—No, grandpa, times have changed. Nowadays, we get along faster in the dark. Funnybones Let me live in a house by the side of a“ purty good road,” and fur- nish a mule team for autoists. Tudge will pay $5 far Gach one printed comicbooks.com