Judge, 1926-11-20 · page 5 of 36
Judge — November 20, 1926 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three humor pieces typical of early 20th-century American satire: 1. **"I Own a Real Automobile"**: Satirizes nouveau-riche motorists boasting about their vehicles' minor accomplishments—traveling thousands of miles without valve grinding—as if this were extraordinary. The joke mocks both car owners' pretentiousness and cars' unreliability. 2. **"Don't Kill Me Boys I May Be Somebody's Mother"**: A woodcut showing what appears to be a hunting scene with this plea. This likely satirizes sentimentality or dramatic overreaction, though the specific reference is unclear without additional context. 3. **"Moving Time"** and a football joke round out the page's miscellaneous humor offerings. The overall tone reflects Judge's characteristic mockery of contemporary social anxieties and class pretensions.
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JUDGE Blink—The boss is always step- ping on me. Blank—Be a live wire and he won't. I Own a Real Automobile I FIND it impossible to restrain my- self from hearty laughter when some fellow-motorist, who has owned a car for, say a matter of a few months, commences to boast of the performance of his bus. It’s really funny. Because a car has traveled a few thousand miles without a grinding of valves and can still pull a hill in high, is nothing to crow about, Any car, almost, will do that, except a used car. Now, take my car. Ah! The n sweet record of motor performance if one ever was. It isn’t much for looks and there are times when quite a bit of cussing is necessary to get her up some hills in second, but recently, my car passed the supreme test—the one gruelling test which marks a car as a peerless satellite of motordom. My car passed through this trying travail with colors flying and a minimum of negative snorts. Only a few days ago, it was, that I paid the last in- stallment on it and she’s still going. Marion E. Burns Heard at a Football Game Hey, you, sit down, where do you think you are? In the subway! Here is an anecdote full of laughter and tears, smiles and sobs. “Cap- tain!” reported a young lieutenant during a naval engagement, “Captain, we got no more ammunition!” “What, no more ammunition?” queried Captain Voglestern in horror. “No, no more ammunition!” replied Officer 666. “Then cease firing!” commanded the doughty captain in tones of steel, and the battle was won Moving Time Se Mr. Moth to Mrs. Moth: ‘2 No longer need we roam In search of rich and juicy cloth, I’ve found a fruitful home. Fur coats for you, a tux for me, A velvet dress for Jill, An ermine cloak for Emily. A bathing suit for Will. A lovely home for winter, dear, A gorgeous place to park, And lined throughout with cedar, dear, To keep it nice and dark. Paul Ernst | comicbooks.com