Judge, 1926-09-25 · page 23 of 36
Judge — September 25, 1926 — page 23: what you’re looking at
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This page satirizes corporate hiring practices and workplace cynicism. A job applicant candidly tells J. Crawford Westover (president of a hot dog company) that he's lazy, disloyal, ambitious only for higher pay, smokes and drinks on the job, and has no interest in company success. Rather than reject him, Westover is delighted—apparently viewing such brutal honesty as a rare virtue in business. The satire cuts two ways: it mocks both the applicant's shameless self-interest and the executive's shallow judgment in rewarding frankness over actual competence or ethics. The humor suggests that American business culture valued appearance and candor over genuine merit. The secondary cartoons on the page use animal fables to joke about social pretension (the "high-hat" lynx and golf snobbery) and matrimonial hiccups, offering lighter fare typical of Judge's humor.
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JUDGE The Honest Applicant We .’ demanded J. Craw- ford Westover, president of the Consolidated Hot Dog Company. what do you want?” The y looking individual who lounged before the desk did not, re- move his hat. ‘Want a job.” he mumbled, that is, P don't want it, but Pye g to have it.” “Hum!” J. Crawford Westover assumed a@ manner peculiar to presi dents of things consolidated. What mi do?” plicant sighed. ing.” he said. “Absolutely awford Westover saw a chance fora bit of rare insight, an oppor THE VERY LATEST tunity, to display that penetration your hound must absolutely match your hair (the same dye will do for both.) that belongs first and last to the man of big business. “See hy he said brusquely. “I don't believe you really: want to work, y quite right. T don’t want to work, do your” , _ FUNNYBOMES, ) It Ue necessity. And further The applicant lighted a cigarette. ~~ Phen he leaned over the desk and . . more, T'll go so far as to say that if a A i you give me a job, I'l only return spoke confidentially. —_ just_as much service as T have to “How'd you guess il, governor?” ( : - . Tl be about as loyal as a combina he asked. “Well, no matter. You're -Jsdee pays $5 for each one printed tion of Benedict Arnold, Jezebel, and the lad who snuffed out Jesse James. T haven't any patience or persever- ance. I'm not ambitious. I don’t care a whoop whether the company prospers or not, so long as my salary goes on. And another thing, touch- ing this matter of salary, I'm not working for my health. The first time any one offers me five a week more and you don’t come up to it, | go. I guess that'll be about all ex- cept that I smoke all over the place and drink what {can get where I can get it. [never heard of Alexander Hamilton or his institute either. In short, I'm not especially interested in the march of progress.” He finished speaking and drooped over the desk. J. Crawford West- over arose and extended his hand. It was a case of two. strong men meeting, but no tears were shed. “Just the person we've been look- “) 3 ing for.” said J. Crawford heartily. \ula/ = cd eal “Welcome to the firm. You have all the attributes of a junior partne TREADING THE PRINROSE WAY an ee One day a Lion and a Bear met in the forest. Let us call the Lion “Joe “Jones must be pretty well fixed Miller” and the Bear “Duley.” The Lion said, “What makes the Lynx financially.” so high-hat these days?” “Oh,” responded the Bear (Duley), “that’s “What makes you think so?” hecause he's the only animal around here who's got any connection with “Well, every time that I see him golf! You should have seen them beasts laugh!” he has the hiccups.” comicbooks.com