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# Analysis of Judge Page This page contains three separate pieces of humor: **"Song of Songs"** by Jack Shuttleworth is a nostalgic poem contrasting exotic sounds heard worldwide with the mundane pleasure of a neighbor's radio—satirizing American domesticity and the radio's cultural dominance in the era. **"The Oyster"** is a brief poem playing on the oyster's reputation for bashfulness, with accompanying quips about movie dummies and women's eyes. These are simple wordplay jokes without clear political reference. **The cartoon** (bottom) shows two businessmen at lunch, one warning the other not to let a colleague "get ahead" due to his multiple telephones. This satirizes workplace competition and status-seeking through technology ownership—a period concern as telephones represented professional power and access. The page reflects interwar American anxieties about modernity, technology, and office culture.

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“Poor old Burtwhistle—he’s getting tobacco-heart from trying to furnish a continuous smoke-screen for his wife’s knees.” The Oyster The oyster is quite modest, And quiet—bashful, too— Which explains why he so seldom Appears in oyster stew. FR All the dummies in the movies don’t get thrown over cliffs. RRS The light that lies in woman’s eyes is all right until it gets a glint in it. Song of Songs I’ & heard the song of the temple gong In the hills of Hindustan And swayed to rhythmic throb- bings Of the tympan’s rat-a-pan. On low lagoons I’ve heard the croons Of dusky demoiselles And the tintinnabulation Of old cathedral bells. In the Arctic sun a flute has spun Its magic for my ear ‘Til the silence of the northland Hushed in awe my fetisheer. On arid plains I’ve heard the strains Of the cowboys’ lone lament When the sun was slowly sinking On his age-old discontent. And I’ve heard the moans of the saxophones But sweeter than pipes of Pan Was to hear my neighbor's radio going— Going away in a van. —Jack SuvutTLewortu ER “You say his wife wears the trousers in the family?” “Does she wear the trouse Say, when he buys a suit of clothes with two pairs of pants she wears both of them.” > “Don’t let Carter get ahead of you, John, you've been here longer than he has and he’s got five telephones on his desk!” comicbooks.com sain ceil anasesantiscar