Judge, 1927-04-09 · page 11 of 36
Judge — April 9, 1927 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# "The Aloofness of Ruggles" This page contains three unrelated humor pieces typical of Judge magazine's satirical format. The main feature, "The Aloofness of Ruggles," is a narrative poem about a dignified English butler hired to train hunting dogs at a country club. The joke centers on a mistaken identity: Ruggles pursues what he believes is a fox but is actually a polecat, causing chaos among the wealthy hunters ("Big Moguls") who must call him off. The satire mocks both the pretensions of nouveau-riche country club members and the stuffy formality of English servants. The smaller cartoons below address contemporary social concerns: an "enterprising private ambulance service" exploiting young people (likely transporting drunk youth), a police officer confronting a curfew violator, and a joke about a long-winded speaker. The humor relies on class distinctions, servants' dignity, and early 20th-century social anxieties about youth and urban disorder—now-obscure references requiring historical context.
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JUDGE The Aloofness of Ruggles They hired Butler Ruggles at the Red Gap Country Club To train some English beagles to chase foxes through the scrub; A Ruggles never haggles; he’s a proper serving man; Obedient Mr. Ruggles took the beagles and b When the Hunters blew their bugles, Ruggles’ beagles did not fail; Ruggles led that pack of t Swift as eagles down the dale Woe to any fox that straggles, With those beagles on his trail. Suddenly the wary quarry Is discovered on the hill. To the kill! What a thrill! Honest Ruggles wearing goggles Goes it, racing with a will. But the Huntsmen stop stock still Hello, Bill! Those Big Moguls sound their bugles In a warning shrill. a pole cat that inveigles Ruggles’ beagles to the kill.” Why describe the ensuing strug- Or tell the beagles’ woes? gle nostril, wig- Big Moguls choke their ‘eep their equipose; While Ruggles juggles with the —C. Lh. “Poor Archie has a chill.” “Well, stick this in his back pocket.” Enterprising private ambulance service finds a new field of usefulness in connection with parties of the younger set. After Curfew “What's the matter with 3 asked the cop at three-thir ALM. “Tm lost,” explained the wan derer. “De home? *t you know your way “Sure [I do, but that ain’t where I want to go.” Fairy Story Once upon a time a speaker said: “I can’t find words to ex press my feelings tonight"—and he couldn’t! comicbooks.com