Judge, 1927-04-09 · page 16 of 36
Judge — April 9, 1927 — page 16: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two unrelated pieces of early 1920s satire: **Top cartoon**: "If They Had Night-Clubs in Heaven" depicts a heavenly nightclub scene where a departing patron and a "halo-room girl" have a suggestive exchange—he's lost his halo, she claims ignorance about whose it is. This jokes about infidelity and moral hypocrisy among the wealthy nightclub set during Prohibition. **"Silver Lining"** (left): Stanley Jones humorously lists predictable jokes people make when seeing someone carry a walking stick, suggesting it signals either a lost bet, affectation, or recent travel. The humor lies in the clichéd responses. **"The Automobile Salesman's Baby"** (right): A satirical advertisement where a car salesman boasts about his newborn using automobile sales language—describing the baby's efficiency (35 "waits" per pint of milk), features ("six cylinder lungs"), and crying power as if selling a vehicle. This mocks both aggressive 1920s sales tactics and consumerist excess. All reflect Jazz Age social attitudes: nightlife scandals, class pretension, and commercial materialism.
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Patron (departing Haro-Room one you left with me! Silver Lining Some fine day, you may decide that you would like to carry a stick. Either to make walking more bearable, or merely in preference to the enforced com- panionship of more animated and less decorative bits of wood. In either event, it may be well for you to be prep: following inevitables: 1. “Lost a bet, eh 2. “What's the ide shepherd’s crook . “Just back from dear ole Lunnon, what?” 3 4. “Where'd you get yours, buddy?” 5. “What goes with that, writ- ing a bool 6. “Wife’s Christmas present, eh?” The only correct and _ satis- factory rejoinder—with sticks $8 to $30—is apt to run you into a hit of money. Not to mention damage suits. But you will glow with that holy serenity reserved for those who are helping the world on to better things. —Srantey Jones Ir Tuey Hap Nigut-Civups 1n Heaven )—That isn’t my halo! “Ts your wife entertain- ing this winter?” “Yes, two other fellows.” RL (snappily)—I don’t know whether it’s yours or not, but it’s the The Automobile Salesman’s Baby “Well, boys,” shouted Kenneth Billings, top-notch salesman, to his asso the show-rooms of the E ior Eight, “the wife and I a ed to announce the arrival of a new early ’27 model with all juvenile improvements. This little model gets thirty-five s to a pint of milk and is the st job in the country. Lots of stamina, too! It is in every way an improve- ment on the Billings models that preceded it and is a fitting addi tion to the Billings line. One of the finest body jobs you ever laid your eyes on built on a cute little chassis that will soon be the talk of the neighborhood. All of the equipment desired in a really fine model—eyes that light up volun- tarily, six cylinder lungs, white satin shoes and lots of crying power. Can make any trill in high. On display next Sunday at the Billings Show Room Kens ington Boulevard. hen better babies are built, Billings will build them!” ALLL, 14 comicbooks.com