Judge, 1925-09-26 · page 32 of 37
Judge — September 26, 1925 — page 32: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains miscellaneous humor and social commentary typical of Judge magazine's satirical format. **Top Cartoon:** A joke about cigars as a cure-all. A thin man asks a portly man how to stop chimney smoking; the fat man jokes he'd give the thin man's poor-quality cigars to the chimney—implying the cigars are so bad they'd stop anything (likely a dig at cheap cigars or specific cigar brands). **Text Section:** Rambling observations mocking wealthy New York figures and institutions. References include Rockefeller, Depew, and department store owner Gimbel—imagining absurd scenarios like them doing manual labor. It satirizes social pretension and the gap between the wealthy elite and ordinary life. **"Give the Ladies Their Due":** A joke about a man crediting his wife, daughters, and mother-in-law for smoking enough cigarette coupons to earn a thermos bottle—gently mocking both excessive smoking and women's domestic labor going unrecognized. **Bottom Cartoon:** An airman crashes; when asked if he had an accident, he quips he "came down to lay an egg"—slang for failing or performing poorly.
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CURE ANYTHING Slender—Say, old man, how would you stop a beastly chimney from smoking? Bulk—T'd give it one of your cigars. P.S. (Continued from page 18) away and tramp around nude- footed the rest of my life. *-_* * I recently discovered that a collar button behind is superfluous, and that I have been wearing one there for thirty years purely out of fear and superstition and incorrect upbringing. *-_* * It has been almost two months since John D. Rockefeller or Chaun- cey Depew has had a birthday. * * * Sights that would make New York seem more homelike: Bernard Gimble, in his shirt sleeves, sitting out in a chair in the gutter of Sixth avenue, with his feet on the curb. E. M. Statler, taking a pen out of a potato and handing it to you when you step up to register at the Hotel Pennsylvania. Mrs. Allerton hanging out a sign “Room to Rent.” A chicken pie supper on Charlie —Sydney Bulletin “Schwab’s front yard on Riverside Drive. A. Schulte sweeping out his cigar store, Yokel—’Ad an accident? Airman—Oh, no. I’ve just come down to lay an egg. a The editor of The New Yorker down at the depot with his scratch pad, getting items. Mrs. Childs bringing in some eggs from the hen house. Morris Gest taking a notice about the Sunday School cantata, over to Frank Munsey at the Thursday Bugle-Currier office. Everybody in town down at the post office when the afternoon mail comes in. * * * Harper’s Magazine now has a new cover, and makes one of our best carrying magazines. ek * The more ornate the initials on the guest towels in the bathroom, the more slovenly, perhaps, the private life of the family providing them. Expended in embroidering them is an energy which should have been more equally divided with caring for the basic every-day orderli- ness of the household. I am always suspicious of a home or a person in which too much effort is evident in “extras.” *_ * * One advantage of moving is that Collier’s loses you on your book in- stallments. Give the Ladies Their Due “My, what a pretty thermos bottle. Where did you get it?” “Cigarette coupons.” “Gee—you must have pretty near smoked yourself to death.” “Not a bit of it—it represents the combined efforts of my wife, the girls and my mother-in-law.” —Jacksonville Times-Union —London Opinion comicbooks.com