Judge, 1924-12-20 · page 13 of 36
Judge — December 20, 1924 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This Christmas-themed satirical page contains several jokes targeting early 1920s American concerns: **"Radiocide"**: A poem mocking the radio craze and technical jargon ("super-superdyne," "pliodyne," "triodyne"). The neighbor's obsessive boasting about radio equipment drives the narrator to poisoning him with iodine—dark humor satirizing how annoying radio enthusiasts had become. **"Gas Money"**: A brief joke about wealthy philanthropists giving "anonymously" through intermediaries like Rockefeller, mocking the pretense of anonymous charity among the rich. **The young lawyer sketch**: A classic joke where an ambitious new lawyer loudly discusses his high fees on the telephone to impress his first client—who turns out to be the telephone company's installer, not a paying client. It ridicules professional pretension. **Other elements** include a Santa/chorus girl gag and a "Funnybones" quip about automobile lights. The page targets nouveau riche affectation, radio-mania, and professional pomposity—typical Judge satire of the period.
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MgERRY CHRISTMAS! Radiocide Yr should have heard my neigh bor whine About his super-superdyne. We had n ewe could not dine, But that constantly His tuning secrets asini My health went into My temper grew quite sé But no more now do I repine He cannot praise his pliodyne, His biflex, triflex, triodyne For I’ve just fed him iodine! ALLL. Gas Money “T suppose you give a great deal tocharity.” “Yes—anonymously. through Mr. Rockefeller.” Funnybones (>) Y yi Z G2 It’s a long lane that has no turned Ce Santa—But where's that beautiful million-dollar doll I gave you last Christmas? Fotures Giri—Oh, I broke him A rors lawyer had just opened £% an office and hung out his shingle. The door of the anteroom opened, “Ah, a client,” thought he. “T must impress him.” He grasped the telephone. I'm very sorry, but it will be lutely impossible for me to take your case for less than $2,000... . No, T'm very busy with several other and T simply ake your case for less. . I'm very sorry... . He hing up the receiver. His client seemed really impressed. “And now what can I do for you?” asked the young lawyer briskly. “Oh, nothing much, 1 just came in to connect your telephone.” “Do you mind if I break away for a few minutes now, Dad? I SOB. want € try him out on Pete Brown's airedale.”