Judge, 1925-01-31 · page 4 of 36
Judge — January 31, 1925 — page 4: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several satirical pieces: **"Microphonic Applesauce"** depicts Professor Perkins broadcasting about Ireland's baked apple industry via radio to an unseen audience. The satire mocks the wonder people feel about radio technology's ability to reach vast distances—Perkins expresses amazement that invisible audiences hear him, treating this mundane fact as extraordinary. It's a gentle joke about radio's novelty and the pretentiousness of early broadcasters. **"The Crossword Shakespeare"** and **"A Pedal Extremity"** are brief humorous quips unrelated to the radio piece. **"Funnybones"** shows a bear and child in woods, with mild domestic humor. The overall tone reflects 1920s-era satire about emerging mass-media technology and bourgeois social anxieties.
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