Judge, 1926-04-10 · page 7 of 36
Judge — April 10, 1926 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three distinct pieces of humor: 1. **"The Diary of a Dub"** (left column): A satirical diary by "Chet Johnson" mocking self-help culture. The writer purchases books on "Masterful Personality" and attempts to assert dominance over his boss, only to fail repeatedly and end up hospitalized. The satire targets the popular self-improvement industry of the era, suggesting such courses are fraudulent. 2. **Top cartoon**: Office workers discussing a colleague named "Mr. Fungus," with a joke about his gold tooth—simple workplace humor. 3. **Bottom cartoon and radio joke**: Satirizes radio listeners' enthusiasm, showing a couple eagerly tuning in. The joke plays on "Thais" (the opera), with the punchline suggesting radio drama mediocrity. The page primarily mocks contemporary fads—self-help schemes and radio broadcasting—reflecting 1920s-30s popular anxieties.
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The Diary of a Dub ONDAY—Well, I am going to be a leader of men soon for I just bought a set of books on “How to Develop a Masterful Personality and Get What You Want.” Tuesday—I can already feel my personality developing. I gav newsboy the Direct Impersonal Stare and you should have seen him jump out of the way. Wednesday—My Powerful Per- sonality is almost ready for me to give it the supreme test on the boss. Thursday—t would have shown the boss what a strong determined man I am to-day, but I didn’t want to humiliate him. Eventually, though, I know my powerful personality is going to assert itself, and then I guess [Il be forced into Congress. Friday—To-morrow I am going into the boss's office, meet his glance fairly, square my shoulders and wield y saying: “Jones, but you are a failure; a big flop; a joke. If you want me to stay with this firm you'll have to treble my pay.” Saturday—Well, I did it. But something went wrong. I guess I'l trade my Powerful Personality course for one of Benny Leonard's courses on the Manly Art of Self-defense, because I will have a lot of spare time after I get out of the hospital until I get another job. Chet Johnson noe cove AL xe KAEZR T SAE, gut FA nt BY CLAXBUSTLE 1E—What did he say? AccomPLt tation from “Tha ke Mr. Fungus, don't ya think?” “Yes "n no. sp Ravio-ListENER—He says they're going to play the Medi- Don't forget Mr. Fungus has a gold tooth!” Letters Radiotic DpD™ MR. KoPQ, next Saturday, at 9 pm., Central Standard Time, my daughter will be getting married. Will you please hi pur Night Hawks play “Here Comes the Bride” and put n organ prelude or two, and have ie Hitone sing. “Oh, Promise M t 9.15, or a bari- tone selection of ‘Yours Truly or Something”? Truly yours, Mrs. J. PLP. P.s.—We'd like some jigs and reels after supper, say, about ten-thirty? Thanks. Stashun XX, plees MiSter Nouns- ser, dunt pla nothing for 3 nites so mi Paw kin get sum sleep an so mi maw gits dishes washt agen. We awl got hed acke frum sitting up nites an Maw wunt make no more rye bred. so Plees switsch on sum z other wires fer 2 nites plees. I am ty a Good boy. Yours truly, comicbooks.com