Judge, 1925-06-27 · page 9 of 37
Judge — June 27, 1925 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Political Satire Analysis **Top Cartoon:** A domestic comedy about Sunday blue laws. A man dressed in hunting gear prepares to shoot a "burglar," but it's actually a pretext to hunt on Sunday—when such activity was legally prohibited. The joke mocks overly restrictive Sabbath laws that banned recreational activities. **Middle Story:** Satirizes religious hypocrisy and Sunday observance laws. Lem Perkins, who criminalized petting dogs on Sunday, gets ejected by a church committee. The irony: they then recruit a professional golfer who admits playing golf every Sunday since 1905—breaking the same laws—because he's useful to them. The satire targets selective enforcement and the absurdity of Sabbath restrictions that the wealthy ignore. **"Silver Lining":** Political commentary mocking Congress. The joke: Congressmen who just raised their own salaries claim they'll reduce income taxes—an obviously hollow promise. Satirizes self-serving politicians making contradictory claims. **Bottom Cartoon:** An advertisement disguised as humor, promoting silver flasks (for alcohol, likely whiskey).
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| ali N41) | Hill SSS Ss Saves Sa SS “Why, Alfred! What are you doing with a shotgun and putting on your sport suit?” “Shsh! Sh! There's a burglar downstairs.” The third man entered brusquely. “There's nothing to it, gentlemen,” he announced, “I'm Lem Perkins, the man who made it illegal to pet your dog on Sunda oe “Let ‘er go, Be shouted the chairman and Lem was projected out into the great open spaces, where men are supposed to be angels. Then in came the fourth. “I sup- pose you never missed a Sunday at church since you were six months old?" sarcastically questioned the chairman. The last neophyte hung his head and sadly answered, “No, I might as well go. I've played golf every Sunday since 1905 and hold the National, Eastern, Intercontinental and Inter-planctary Championships. Give me my hat and I'll go.” “Go, nothing!” shouted the chair- man. “You're just the man we're looking for. We need a good pro- fessional who can do the course at the St. Peter Country Club in par. Will you take it?” (P. S.—He got the job!) Arthur L. Lippmann The Silver Lining Now that Congressmen have raised their own salaries, we may expect them to take more interest in re- ducing income taxes. m sorry, sir, but let this be a lesson to you! Always carry one of our silter flasks. Here's my card, stop in our shop the next time you're in the city.”