Judge, 1925-09-19 · page 4 of 36
Judge — September 19, 1925 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Page 2 Analysis This page contains three distinct pieces of humor: **"Swallow This"** (top right): A story about three ambulances rushing through a city for an unnamed patient, with newspapers eager for updates and specialists arriving by train. The patient turns out to be radio announcer Archie Sellis with a sore throat—a deflating anticlimax mocking the media's breathless coverage of minor celebrity ailments. **"Ballads of a Husband"** (bottom left): A poem by R.C. O'B. contrasting romantic pre-marriage idealization of a woman with post-marriage reality, where the husband dismisses his wife as merely "bread and butter"—satirizing disillusionment in marriage. **"A Veteran"** and **"Krazy Kracks"** are brief joke segments with minimal context visible. The page satirizes media sensationalism, celebrity culture, and marital disappointment.
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gh ey Xe < lies our brother, Milton Master, Buried deep in laths and plaster. He built his house from (woeful scene!) Instructions in a magazine. Uy a bes Loe E74 bt /o sstovaste pays95 for eoch one primal, Swallow This [ss ambulances clanged their furious way across the silent, darkened city. From a far away town came eminent throat specialists. Newspapers were held waiting for the news. An entire world listened breathlessly for the first word re- garding his condition. There were tears in some homes. In others the sorrow was bravely borne in silence. More ambulances clanged to the city. More specialists rushed on special trains. The night was dark. Still. Lonesome. Archie Sellis, announcer for Station XYZ, had just contracted a sore throat. Hugh Wood KRAZLY RACKS “give a sentence with the word Avaunt™ “Avaunt what t h The go-getter serenades her. avauntit? avaunt it.” a Ballads of a Husband Realization EForE I married Dorabelle I was her pumpkin pie, Her precious peach, her honey lamb, The apple of her eye. But after years of wedded life, This thought I pause to utter: “TI find I am none of these things— T’m jus‘. her bread and butter!” -R.C. OB. A Veteran Crow—Have you had any experi- ence in air service? Frey—Five years—in movie pub- licity! comicbooks.com