Judge, 1924-11-01 · page 24 of 36
Judge — November 1, 1924 — page 24: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"Heavenly Blunder"** depicts an airplane pilot skywriting an advertisement for salve. The joke: his dramatic aerial maneuvers while writing cause a crash landing; farmers see the skywritten message and spread word so effectively that salve sales skyrocket in rural areas ("the sticks"), enriching "Robertson" (the salve seller). The satire mocks both the absurdity of aerial advertising and rural gullibility. **Other items** include brief jokes about politics (balloting vs. "bulleting"—likely referencing political violence), the "shimmy" dance craze (earthquake pun), mother-in-law humor, and gender stereotypes about how boys versus girls cry. The illustration shows a chaotic stack of vehicles careening downward, supporting the "Heavenly Blunder" narrative. The page exemplifies Judge's style: visual exaggeration combined with wordplay targeting contemporary fads, social conventions, and rural/urban divides.
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one good thing about 1 polities. In case of a dead- lock they change from balloting to bulleting. wae The mother-in-law joke is dead. So is the prohibition joke, but the evil is still with us. Funnybones ; A jay walker is as old as he looks Tuadge will pay 85 for cach one printed “Don't haul off so far when you slap me, Clarice. the cars behind think it’s a stop signal!” People in Sympathetic Vibration There was a young dancer named Yun, And the shimmy she never would shun; As she started to shake There came an earthquake So she gasped, “Now look what I done!” Nursemaid—Any. instructions as regards the twins, m: Mother—Only » boy cries look for what ails him but when the girl cries find out what she wants. Heavenly Blunder H® soarep to the clouds in the sight of all eyes, while the sun shimmered gold on his plane, and tiny, but g ed through n his airy domain. A wee puff then a hazard- ous lurch as he turned in a neck- breaking twist, and slowly he traced in his perilous perch, some letters in nebulous mist. horse throat,” emerged plane as he flew. He sp tumbled aloft as he wrote nasty om his led and nd fina when he was through, coursed to the East where the country is fl soon he was only a speck; but and rmers who saw him, reflectively spat, and muttered, “B'gosh,”” and “By heck!” Returned from his. ri fired that night, and in an i farewell, his company sta henceforth in flight, they’d bird who could spell! But farmers galore to cach general store thronged in a tongue-wagging flock, and nin dreds of dealers that evening sold alve than they carried in > was lignant ted that send up a more of stock. The sale of salve slumped then in city and town, but mounted sky-high in the sticks, and the flyer whose fair ’ pas produced this renown is drawing up ads for the hicks. Oh, every sick horse in his equine despair, now begs for some salve on his neck, while Robertson old is a bold millionair: Goldur it, by gum and by h Arthur L., Lippmann 1 woman ceases to be a chicken when she gets crow’ s-feet KocKeyed Kleagle comicbooks.com