Judge, 1924-12-27 · page 13 of 35
Judge — December 27, 1924 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This page from *Judge* magazine contains three separate humor pieces: **"Hide and Go Seek"** (main article by Corey Ford): A humorous essay about storing winter items with no system that actually works. The joke satirizes pretentious organizational methods (Montessori, Mah Jongg references) that fail in practice. The punchline: a couple simply throws bundles at each other across a room—chaos masquerading as a system. **"Road map of the city, sir"** (top cartoon): Shows vagrants or homeless men examining a street map, captioning urban poverty during what appears to be the post-WWI era when such homelessness was visible. **"Aggrieved Artist" (middle cartoon): An artist complains to a thriller publisher about being asked to illustrate "gripping situations"—satirizing the disconnect between editorial requests and artistic execution in commercial publishing. **"The Lady and Hotel Clerk"** (bottom cartoon): A woman inquires about a male guest; the clerk's brief "Sir?" response suggests innuendo about impropriety—typical early 20th-century humor about adultery or moral scandal. The "Funnybones" taglines are brief witticisms unrelated to main content.
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Funnybones Lovers used to gas on the step, now they step on the gas. ‘Tudge will pay 85 for Hide and Go Seek [eee are a great many s: of storing winter things so that you can lay your hands right on them when you want them, none of which have ever been known to work. These are known variously as the Montisorri. system, in) which the rules are very much the same as Mah Jongg except that spades are trumps; the subway system, in which you move diagonally left to right; and the Eskimo system, in which you live in the Arctic region and wear winter underclothes all year round. We get away to a good start each year when I pick up the first bundle in the attic, turn it around two or three times, and then announce definitely that—well, that’s funny! “It may be my old sweater,” doubtfully. “Or it may be ice skates.” “It may be a sectional bookcase, for all you know. What does this ‘C’ here stand for?” “Ah, it’s my old ulster,” trium- phantly. “That's what comes of marking things. I remember now; ‘C’ is my initial.” So we open it and discover that it Acorievep Artist (to publisher of thrillers)—Well, darn it is a bundle of papers we have tied what's the kick? Didn't you tell me to pick out the gripping situations? up for the Salvation Army. At this point we always resort to a quaint little system we have worked out together. We lay all the bundles on the floor in two rows, all the long thin ones on one side of the room, and all the ones tied in brown paper on the other. Then the little, affectionately speaking, woman goes behind one row and I go behind the other, and we cominence throwing them at each other as fast as ever we can. In this way the paper is bound to work off them sooner or later, and the rest is simple! Corey Ford Funnybones It is a good habit to kiss the chil- dren good night if you can wait up for them. Tue Lapy—Is Sir Reginald Wotname staying here? Hore: Cterk—Yes, first floor, suite one. Fudge mill poy 85 for cach ane, “Sint? comicbooks.com