Judge, 1925-12-26 · page 17 of 37
Judge — December 26, 1925 — page 17: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* contains several interconnected humor pieces relying on animal puns and wordplay. **"In Our Jungle"** (top): A lengthy narrative joke by Wayne G. Haisley using animal names as homonyms—"gnu" (knew), "zebra" (see bar), "horses" (hoarse as), "auk" (auk/hawk), "giraffe" (care), "otter" (ought to), "pelican" (pell-can/tell), "dachshund" (dashed), "porpoise" (on purpose), "antelope" (aunt elope). The joke's structure mimics 1920s radio comedy: a narrator struggling to tell a story while a listener interrupts with bad animal puns, growing increasingly exasperated. **"The Cure"** and related jokes play on tobacco-giving and holiday fatigue—gentle domestic humor typical of the era. **"Stumped"** features a Santa Claus costume shortage, likely post-WWI rationing humor. The page exemplifies early 20th-century *Judge* style: pun-heavy, vaudeville-influenced comedy with minimal political content, aimed at readers who found animal wordplay entertaining.
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In Our Jungle Or, Our Own Krazy Krack Hangover “T saw she had on her hippopotami best liquor—” “Ah—then you gnu?” “Yes, zebra, she lets out when she’s been drinking, told me—her voice sounds horses the dickens.” “But where was Chick? Chicken’s friends were all there, weren’t they?” “Donkey nervous. I'll tell you. Well, I saw a bird at the window—” “Auk!” “No, not an auk—why giraffe to butt in all the time? Well, about that time somebody rang at the front door, and although my uncle is deaf, that pelican always hear, so I knew I otter do something.” “Which is it? “Yeah, I know—lions your long suit!” “Ostrich your imagination, can’t you? Mouse I tell you right out what was happening?” “Yeah, tell me. I think it was bat enough without you’re gettin’ minxed up in it.” “Deer, deer! Can’t you see my reason? Through the window I saw the man’s bear face, and I dach- shund died as hold my peace. I shot him on porpoise, ’cause I didn’t want to see my antelope!” Wayne G. Haisley “Well, they didn’t have any more Santa Claus costumes left—thought this would be better than nothing.” The Cure De Style—What did Gotrocks do when the doctor told him he would have to give up tobacco? Gunbusta—Began smoking the cigars his wife gave him for Christ- mas. FID They wear no hats; Their arms are bare; Their dresses show their knees; They must be red hot mammas, Or else they’d surely freeze. FIs Mother may not be a taxidermist but she certainly does know how to stuff a turkey. A boy or. girl?” The man who was fed up with holidays, anniversaries, etc., has next year’s all celebrated together. oe: comicbooks.com