Judge, 1925-01-24 · page 7 of 36
Judge — January 24, 1925 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three separate pieces of light humor rather than political satire: 1. **"Close to Nature"**: A poem by Sherman Ripley about greeting a dignified farmer. The joke plays on his appearance of spiritual elevation—the narrator assumes his upright posture reflects communion with nature, but the farmer cynically explains he's just keeping his head up to prevent his hat from blowing off. 2. **"Funnybones"**: A one-liner joke about radio frequency. 3. **"Canine Touring"**: A humorous story by Arthur L. Lippman about a family's car trip, with debate over destinations (Niagara Falls vs. the beach vs. various hot dog stands). The humor derives from the family's inability to agree and their ultimate compromise visiting multiple hot dog establishments. The cartoons are domestic comedy rather than political commentary.
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— Close to Nature Wwe strolling down a country lane I saw a farmer mowing hay, His head was high, his back erect, Although his hair was long and gray. “Good morning, sir,” I greeted him, “You hold your head so straight and spry "Tis plain that you commune with those Fair spirits of the air on high.” He stopped his scythe and viewed me with A calm and meditative eye; He had a patriarchal beard That waved against the summer sky. Reluctantly he answered with A dry, apologetic cough, “I got to keep my head cocked up, Or mow my gosh-durned whiskers off!” Sherman Ripley pal Under the surface. Repartee Witly Boarder—Ah, your steak is Funnybones like the weather this evening, madam, HERE will we drive to, folks? rather raw. Radio frequency is when you asked papa, affectionately, Witty Landlady—Indeed? By the molar every wight. caressing the steering wheel on a way, your account is like the weather, bright summer morning. too—unsettled. “Tudge wil poy 85 for Gach one printed “Let’s go to Niagara Falls,” sug- gested Betty. “No!” A roar of disapproval greeted her suggestion. . “Let's go to the mountains and sce Ts it hot enough *) the lovely, tall poplars,” enthusi- for you?” astically declared mother. WTA f Again the family thundered a ly i l| \\/[) slightly belligerent no! Wi! {|| HUH 1/1) LY “Let's go to the beach and go in {1 Canine Touring Wii HH Wt it WULMN Ueeans swimming,” announced Bobby. Nee “No, no!"—the happy little iH} NS No, no! he happy little group 1 repeated. “Well, then,” started papa, “we'll drive up to Heinrich’s Hot Dog Stand, passing Schultz’s Red Hot Wiener Emporium as we go, and we can come back past Schmidt's Hot Dog Palace.” “Goodie—goodie,” yelled the family, clapping their hands in glee. And so they went to the dogs. Arthur L. Lippman Ate “Is Ir Hor Enoucu ror You?” comicbooks.com