Judge, 1926-01-16 · page 4 of 36
Judge — January 16, 1926 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several unrelated humorous items typical of Judge magazine's format: 1. **"It's Ah Hecht-ie Woild"** - A poem by Frederick Ernst mocking someone named "Faddair" who went to Florida, borrowed money, and lost everything ("end everything iss jake"). This appears to satirize get-rich-quick schemes or poor financial decisions involving Florida real estate. 2. **"Housing problem" cartoon** - Shows overcrowded vertical apartment towers, satirizing urban housing density and the "clinging bungalow" concept where managers live near offices. 3. **"Room for Only One"** - A brief joke about a wife's appearance. 4. **Bottom cartoon** - Depicts a motorist asking a Floridian for directions to "Coo-coo Gables" (likely mocking "Coral Gables"), with the punchline about finding "one golden opportunity." The page satirizes 1920s Florida real estate speculation and urban living conditions.
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on00 q0000 I l 000 Housing problem eased by the “clinging bungalow” idea. managers find it so convenient to be housed near their offices. Della—Y our cottage is out of date. Stella—So’s your old manse. aad Little drops of water; Little grains of sand; Down in sunny Florida Sell for solid land. neal W s just know we're going to have trouble with our heating plant this winter. We know how to get the ashes out of the furnace, all right, and we know how to get the water in the boiler. We also know how to get the coal in the furnace. But darned if we know how to get any coal in the cellar. R. C. OB. U0 00000 jl Vy Mororist—Can you tell me where I'll find Coo-coo Gables? Fiorm1an—One acreage, two super-developments and one golden op- portunity to your right. Bosses and It’s Ah Hecht-ie Woild Fravnair’s gone ta Floridah Ta buy ah lemon lake. Foist he begged end borrawed ah. Few t’ousand for his stake. He hocked our heppy home, but shahcks, He's gon’tah mek ah meelyun bahcks. Faddair’s gone ta Floridah End evryt’ing iss jake. Faddair’s beck from Floridah Oi, how he raves end rents. His torrid woids are torridah Then Cleopetrah’s glence. Thah dough he took ta buy sahm lend Wass spend on meals, end hoitels, end Faddair’s beck from Floridah Wid petches in his pents. Fredericl: Ernst Accessories “Away with grief! Avaunt despair!” Chirped John Q. Tyre of Pershing Square. (The nurse announced a son and heir; Henceforth the Tyres can boast a spare!) Room for Only One Ward—Y our wife dresses well, why don’t you? Shoup—That’s why! comicbooks.com