Judge, 1926-11-27 · page 7 of 36
Judge — November 27, 1926 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# "Judge" Page Analysis **Top Cartoon ("Bandit")**: Shows a street confrontation where a bandit demands money from a victim while a police officer appears to intervene. The caption reads: "Get over on de walk—it ain't safe in de street!" This is satirizing urban crime and police ineffectiveness—the joke being that the street itself is unsafe, implying lawlessness pervades the entire public space, not just certain areas. **Lower Content**: The page contains a story titled "Temptation" about a man struggling with obesity and self-control, followed by romantic poetry ("To My Love"). The "Smash Yer Baggage Sir" illustration appears to be a separate humorous anecdote about baggage handlers, likely mocking working-class behavior or railroad service incompetence. The content mixes social satire with sentimental literature typical of Judge magazine.
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Banopit (to rictim)—Get over on de wall: Temptation A“ ays. his obesity had stood between him and the pleasures that other men enjoy. His) mind and heart. no less sensitive and loval than theirs, were completely hidden in the minds of others by his paunch. And now... these thoughts ran an endless and monotonous round through his mind as he gazed down into the brown depths that sparkled saucily up at him. He sighed wist- fully and shook his head. The out stretched hand dropped limply to his side. A) subtle fragrance invaded his nostrils and made the blood rush to his head as he contemplated the slim, 1 form before him Ah. to clutch... to bring to his lips... His lips parted in eager Slowly and resolutely. He put his hand But even this did not shut out the envisioned slim form. Oh, € to take his courage in his hands and fling away for the moment the memory of his oaths and resolutions anticipation. he closed his lips. hefore his eyes. tod! to be man enough To seize this opportunity boldly and without remorse. But no! Tt was not to he! UH could not be. ‘Those brown depths SMASH YER BAGGACE SIR PIPED THE STREET ARAB Now here's a erackerjack little epi- sode that comes from an out-of-town Jun forer, Tt seems there were two Trishmen, Ginsberg & Ginsberg, who we will call Sam and Obeidah for short. Well, one day. Sam told Obeidah that he had just lost a $20 bill and Obeidah, who was a sympathetic little fellow, began to ery. * There, there,” consoled Sam. “stop — that racket. I wasn’t going to pay it any- way.” Obeidah ceased almost instantly. it ain't safe in de street! sparkled for another; that sweetness was for another, not for him monster of obesity that he was. He set his jaw and spoke slowly but un hesitantly Tin sorry.” he murmured wearily, late “but youll have to put less « syrup in my soda.” To My Love I Love to lie beside a brook With you. my love, and not a hook Tlove to sit beside a stream With vou. my love Of just a tiny home for two, and idly dreany The way two lovesick people do And there Fd be content: with you, My love. Tove to write a flowing phrase To you. my love, of glowing days When we, my love, as one will be, United fi When life. like verdant verdure, lush Will be. for us. as soft as plush; And all that sentimental shish You love. oem 6 eternity: comicbooks.com