Judge, 1927-03-05 · page 11 of 34
Judge — March 5, 1927 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three distinct satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine: **"Peculiar Folk Song"**: A visual poem presented in a scrambled text format, likely mocking experimental or avant-garde poetry of the era through deliberately confusing layout. **Anheuser-Busch Advertisement**: The main cartoon shows two men with a large beer barrel, advertising "This Will Revolutionize Science Predicted Busch." This appears to satirize Anheuser-Busch's beer marketing claims, ironically suggesting beer itself is a "scientific revolution"—a common target of temperance-era satire. **"The Manhandling"** by Hugh Wood: A humorous short story about a writer brutally typing manuscript pages on a typewriter, personifying the machine as a suffering victim. The "manhandling" pun plays on both literal rough treatment and the writer's harsh creative process. **"Aviator" caption**: A joke about a pilot's wife, mocking masculine competitiveness and domestic conflict. The page reflects Judge's satirical approach to advertising, technological change, and social customs of its era.
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JUDGE Peculiar Folk Song Taken from the Chinese after a brief struggle A N ! no e a t m ony PNOBRETA ROOH oo eno irete —rpo » [he Aagonre Ho AbD we fos aoes opa s'0 HOC OrO Beon Bo@Ocro o ou gore e os “ron en ropeso ORK H “Mama!” begged Toby Riskin of that person, “may I go over to Gedney Hirschbaum’s house?” “Is that the boy who has the charades all the time?” inquired stanch Mrs. Riskin. “Yeh,” svake Toby. “No, you can’t!” denied the fond parent. “You should go playing with a boy with infectious diseases like that? Act your age!” Toby was so incensed that he laid her out cold -yelsiaH .G enyaW with a hay-maker to her chin. nuee ae aad The Manhandling Mercilessly he pounded and thumped the quivering, inarticu- late thing before him. At times he would ruthlessly strike it in a regular rhythmical frenzy and then, as if taking pity for a mo- ment, he would cease. But the intermissions were all too short for the racked and tortured ob- ject. Had it been able to speak it would have pleaded for a rest, but it was mute and could only endure this awful punishment in silence. When it seemed that the poor bruised frame of the persecuted could endure no more, the man rolled this manuscript out of his typewriter, folded the little port- Aviator (to wife)—Because I’ve just broken one alti- able machine, and put it away for tude record is no reason why you should try to break the night. another! —Hven Woop comicbooks.com