Judge, 1927-01-01 · page 5 of 36
Judge — January 1, 1927 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains New Year's humor from an early 20th-century American magazine. The main poem "A Happy New Year" satirizes persistent life frustrations—bills, family obligations, work demands—that supposedly disappear with the new year but inevitably return. The joke is that nothing actually changes. The illustration shows a man in a top hat meeting Father Time/Old Man Gloom at a gate, representing the transition between years. The caption suggests even fresh starts bring old problems back. Below are brief jokes about everyday absurdities: Columbus seeking a "place to park," trousers for wives, a "noiseless typewriter," and a woman who trades her old car for an eight-cylinder vehicle. These reference contemporary consumer culture and changing gender roles, presenting modern life's contradictions for laughs.
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NLR JUDGE A Happy New Year “*Dine out the old—ring in the That can’t mean much to me and you. Each month my bills I still must view, I still must meet each I. O. U., And still must drink synthetic brew. s, a sturdy crew, Or rend their sturdy garments through Much quicker than I ever knew Will still think that I'm well-to-do, My lucky breaks will still be few, The world will have no lighter hue, My bitter pill I still will chew And Old Man Gloom will still pursue Me in this world that’s so askew. But just between us, entre nous, I guess my awful bugaboo Is simply that I'm feelin’ blue. . . “Ring out the old—ring in the new—" And may your fondest dreams come true— With health and wealth and pleasure too— A Happy New Year, folks, to you! ALL, ae Teacher—Why was Columbus so anxious to discover a new world? Bobby—I think he was looking for a place to park. Raa “Has your new suit two pairs of trousers?” “You bet—one pair for me and one pair for the wife.” New Yorker (to St. Peter)—What—no more room? Here’s twenty for you—now see what you can do. Facet Mlle. Pedo, prominent Parisian toe-dancer, toe-driving. A young bandit writes in and wants to know if one has to have a license to carry a machine gun. FIA The guy who named small change “chicken feed” evidently never took a chorus girl out to supper. ad One business man claims he has a perfectly noiseless typewriter. She doesn’t even chew gum! tae Jim—T've traded in my old four cylinder car and got an eight. Zim—Well, more power to you. comicbooks.com