Judge, 1925-08-01 · page 7 of 36
Judge — August 1, 1925 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page contains two distinct items: **Top Section - "Cut-Outs for the Kidders":** Paper dolls depicting a boxer ("the heavyweight champion of the world, Mr. J---k D---p--y!"), with alternative outfits including a cowboy suit and a demonic/satyr costume. The joke warns readers to give the figure a "90% cut" when assembling—likely satirizing a famous boxer of the era through crude caricature and suggesting violence or degradation. **Bottom Section - "The Krazy Kracked Kareer of Anna":** A romantic short story with illustration about a character named Anna who "doesn't pet" but will analyze things instead. The piece satirizes modern courtship behavior and psychological analysis trends of the 1920s-30s, with the repeated joke that Anna refuses traditional romance but permits intellectual discussion. Both items reflect period humor about masculinity, boxing culture, and evolving social attitudes toward courtship and women's independence.
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And a lot o long green Dub bad tie JUST ALITTLE RABBIT SKIN TO WRAP THE FIGHTLESS FIGHTER IN. CUT-OUTS FOR THE KIDDERS This, little readers, is the heavyweight champion of the world, Mr.- J --k D--p-- yl! (Cheers.) In cutting out the suits don’t forget to give him a 90% “‘cut.”” The Krazy Kracked Kareer " of Anna T= inspiration of this research was furnished by a Krazy Krack ap- pearing in a recent number of JupGE. This krack gave us an insight into the “life, liberty and pursuit of happiness” of one Anna. It stated that: “Anna says she doesn’t pet. But analyze!” I found this thought altogether intriguing, and accordingly called on Ann with a view to collecting addi- tional evidence, or corroborating that already given. “Annual pet, won’t you?” I asked. Andrew a little closer to me. “Animus not pet,” she sighed. “Why, Anna!” I cried. “Jupce says anvil pet!” The sky-writer leaves a message for the wife. Anaglyph me a haughty look. “Anile not do it, so there!” she flatly declared. But I thought anode it to me. Besides, we boys simply cannot be- have with Annanias. “Annulet me have just one kiss,” I pleaded. Anise eyes fell, and she blushed. “Annulose nothing,” I insisted. “But Anaconda scared,” she whis- pered weakly. “Kiss meander!” I commanded, masterfully. “Well, all right. Annul let you have one kiss.” And animate good her promise! I’m sure I won’t banana from my calling list. Because— “Anna says she doesn’t pet. But analyze!” Martin Shepherd rr comicbooks.com