Judge, 1926-06-19 · page 6 of 36
Judge — June 19, 1926 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two separate pieces: **Top cartoon ("Good to the Last Drop"):** A domestic comedy sketch where a man named Jones wakes to find his wife has run away with the chauffeur, taking the car. The humor relies on early 20th-century class anxieties—the servant seducing the employer's wife was a common satirical trope. Jones's sardonic responses (about soap, milk, ham) suggest resignation to his fate. The final punchline involves Jones shooting himself, presented as dark comedy typical of the era. **Lower section:** "Ad Nauseam" is a poem satirizing magazine advertising culture, listing actual product brands (Cream of Wheat, Champion Spark Plugs, etc.). The accompanying cartoon shows a couple where the man explains a "Railroad Radio" whistles at every station—mocking how advertisements infiltrate entertainment. Both pieces target consumer culture and marital discord as satirical subjects.
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“Good to the Last Drop” “Goon morning.” cried Jones, bursting into my bedroom and waking me up. “Have you used Pear’s soap?” “Jones,” I said, “get out of here “Such popularity must be de- served,” he sighed. “Tt is,” I assured him, “so beat it!” “Best in the long run I suppose,” he said. “But you'd better get up and have some milk from contented cows and a slice of the ham what ‘am.” “Jones,” I asked, “what did you come here for anywa, “There’s a reason.” said Jones, “but mum is the word.” “How did your garters look this morning?” ” Tsaid, “your humor grates ‘s and—” “It hasn’t scratched yet,” he cut in, “and there’s beauty in every jar.” “Wake up your skin and start the day right; let in some barreled sun- light.” “Jones,” I hoarsed, “I’m seeing red.” “Keep that schoolgirl complexion,” he advised. “It’s finished with Duco and the flavor lasts. You can ask the man who owns one.” I reached for my revolver and aimed it at Jones’ head. “No metal can touch me,” he shouted. “Safe tea first.” “Oh, Mister Jones! Your wife's run away with the chauffeur in your “Jones,” I said, “you're going to car.” die,” and I pulled the trigger. “That's all right—I've got insurance.” “Never say dye; say Rit,” he gasped and slowly sank to the con- goleum. ILS. Schaffner and Marz. Ad Nauseam LIBBY alone with my magazine For I wish to read the ads Ansco through the fields of Cream of Wheat With the Champion Spark Pluy lads. To Fisk about with the Campbell Kids O’er the page that the Nucoa grows. Just singing and Jantzen along the banks Where the Jordan Motor flows. T want Duco to Forhan lands That are Fuller Brush and trees, And swim in the sea of Cliquot Club In a suit of B. V. D's. It'll Tecla day and most of Zonite To find what I Wanda buy, So Libby alone with my magazine, Quipped by Stewart-Warner Or I'll give you a Socony eye. “Why do you call this a Railroad Radio?” JOS. “Tt whistles at every station.” comicbooks.com