Judge, 1927-05-14 · page 4 of 36
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# Page Analysis: Judge Magazine (Page 2) This page contains satirical poetry and humor rather than political cartoons. The content includes: **"Spring Song"** by Nate Collier—a humorous poem mocking spring's messiness (fleas, rust, motor cars, rain) rather than romanticizing it. **"Friend of Professional Joke Writer"**—a brief comic exchange where Louise discusses her ex-husband's new wife (Maud), hoping the marriage causes her trouble too. **"Cured"** by Tom Foolery—a joke about insomnia solved by giving sleeping pills to neighbors instead of taking them oneself. **"Mountaineer's Wife"**—a joke about a wife going barefoot to a ball, prompting her husband to suggest rubber boots. The illustrations accompany these pieces with period-appropriate sketches. The humor targets everyday domestic life and social absurdities rather than specific political events or figures.
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JUDGE Vrtenp or Proressionat Joxe Wrrrer—If you have heard this one stop me Muriel—What do you think of Maud’s marriage to your former husband? Louise—Well, all I can say is that I hope she doesn’t have as much trouble getting her alimony as I did. Cured I couldn’t seem to sleep at night, (And yet I had no ills); And so I y the doctor, and He ordered sleeping pills. I bought a great big box of them, And now my sleep is dandy; (I gave them to the neighbors, And told them they were candy.) —Tom Foorery Spring Song The buds are busting on the trees, And I shall let them bust; The neighbor's dog is full 0’ fleas, The flivver’s full 0’ rust; The skies are full o’ moons and AND I MANAGED To Do ip The k » shooting craps; = full o’ motor cars, lake and mountain ul damp, And I'm all wet myself! —Nare Coriier 8 Beyond the Alps lies Italy and, lest we forget, behind the bill boards lies America. ooo A tabloid newspaper covers a multitude of sins. Lee TC The pedestrian who walks with os his head in the clouds is taking a a, chance—on having it knocked off / by an aeroplane. &R Myf, J th | / / Mounrarneer Wire—Hank, ye’ve gone barefooted to your last ball, Put on them rubber boots! comicbooks.com