Judge, 1926-11-13 · page 5 of 36
Judge — November 13, 1926 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three distinct sections of social satire: **"The Desk Sergeant Says"** offers cynical commentary on crime and Prohibition-era enforcement, suggesting murders go unreported and hiding bottles from police is common—reflecting public frustration with Prohibition laws. **The eclipse cartoon** mocks overzealous rule-enforcement, showing officials citing a couple for sending a "night-letter" during an eclipse, likely satirizing government bureaucracy and absurd technicalities. **"That's My Baby"** is a poem mocking ultra-modern women who smoke, drink liquor, wear short dresses ("Pink undies"), and generally violate traditional feminine propriety—reflecting Jazz Age anxieties about changing women's behavior and independence. The "dirty slobs" cartoon below references hockey player Susie and social gossip about modern female behavior. Overall, the page reflects 1920s concerns about Prohibition enforcement, changing social norms, and women's liberation.
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JUDGE Says: The Desk Sergeant $ HERE used to be a saying that murder will out, but I guess now- adays they are referring to the mur- derers. The trouble with this crime busi- ness is that there doesn’t seem to be any arrest for the wicked. If there weren't so many shake- downs in the enforcement of Pro- | hibition there wouldn't be so many shakeups in the force. The crime wave started with the passing of the old wood shed. If the porch climbers are too active for comfort, the modern solution is to abolish the porches. ‘The only reason anybody ever tries to hide a bottle from a policeman is that he is afraid he will be asked for a drink. Roy H. Fricken Rated \ smile on the hip is worth two on the face. Rr Under the spreading chestnut tree, The village smithy squirms, He’s just been eating chestnuts, And they were full of worms. | WHAT DIRTY SILORS THESE | DOLLS ARE ACCUSED SUSIE The Slovaks have always been great wags, as anyone who has ever played “Well, it’s a fine remarked a gentleman to that person one night. hockey knows. Here is a “banana,” or Sloval: joke. moonlit evening, Patse “Shure and it is, yer reverence,” “but it ain't to-night we need the moon, it’s the dark nights it ought to shine, by my beard!” The next day Patsey’s pet hen laid an egg. answered Honey-boy Patsey, YOU'RE .SO STINGY YOU TRIED TO SEND A NIGHT- LETTER DURING THE ECLIPSE! The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to comic strip husbands now compels the placing of a pneumatic cushion at the proper spot in the final picture. That's My Baby M* girl’s an ultra-modern miss— * No fooling! She gives the sheik who prides his kiss Some schooling! She paints her lips; nose- she daubs her she sw Pink undies? knows. She wears ‘em! rs some. Why, the whole world She quaffs red liquor—yes—and smokes Like Hades: She will not listen if the joke’s For ladies. She shames bacchantes in the dance, Unheeding My chaste and Puritanic glance Of pleading. She scorns maternal apron strings. And highbrows: She draws the line on just two things— Her eyebrows! Roswell J. Powers comicbooks.com