Judge, 1926-02-06 · page 25 of 36
Judge — February 6, 1926 — page 25: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page mixes humor content with advertising. The left side features **"Crutch,"** a poem by Frank Hanley that personifies an old, deteriorating house, addressing it conversationally as it urges renovation—turning it into a bohemian "studio joint" for Greenwich Village artists. The satire targets both urban decay and the commercialization of artistic neighborhoods, where shabby buildings are repackaged as trendy artist spaces. Below are brief humorous exchanges—one about recognizing handwriting on a letter with a black border, another about buying typewriter ribbons versus flowers. The right side is dominated by an **Absorbine Jr. advertisement** featuring a boxer in fighting stance, promoting the liniment for rheumatic pain relief. The bottom cartoon shows a building owner confronting a man smoking indoors beneath a "No Smoking" sign—straightforward workplace safety humor. The page is primarily **advertising-driven**, with humor serving as filler around commercial content.
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Crutch H®: house—what's your name? ¢ you're an awful affair. Your skyline bags, you're nothin’ but jags Why doncha come up for air? Say, house, what’s your game? Did some un hit ye a poke? You're crooked an’ your spine is bent. You're crum or I hopes to choke. Aye, house—you had your day? You once was the home of style, Well, you just bet, you ain't done} You still can make your pile. Now, house—kick a hole in your roof, And smear some paint’ on your phiz. And den tear up your cellar doors, Then we'll get down to biz. See, house—you're a studio joint. And the Village’ll think you a treat. An’ underneath dat where dem artists eat— Say, bo, ain't dose guys de meat? —Frank Han.ey, —Good Morning sae “Here is a letter for you with a black border!” “Alas! My poor brother is dead!” “How do you know? You haven't read “No—but I recognize his hand- writing.” —Pilule, Zagreb Poe Frank—I say, George, where do you buy your typewriter ribbons? George—I don’t; I usually buy her flowers. “All the time assiduous wrong.” Relieve rheumatic ,,.. wr pain / BSORBINE, Jr. attacks the area of congestion. Itawakens the sluggish circulation. It brings prompt relaxation and relief from acute pain. Absorbine, Jr. is agreeable to use. It may be applied freely—it cannot burn. Ic is ordinarily stainless. Its pungent, agreeable odor quickly disappears. Have the magic hottle ever ready for many regular toilet uses and as first aid in emergencies. At all druggists’, $1.25, or postpaid Send for free trial bottle W. F. YOUNG, Inc. Springfield, Mass. Owner or Buitpinc—Drop that cigarette! Don’t you see that sign? 23 comicbooks.com