Judge, 1927-05-28 · page 7 of 36
Judge — May 28, 1927 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Page Content This page contains three distinct humorous pieces rather than a single political cartoon. **"Dropping In and Falling Out"** humorously recalls Taylor Coleman's courtship rituals—apparently he and the author would ride together in Coleman's car, with Coleman's jovial manner making the experience pleasant despite his somewhat "professional" cheeriness. **"For Good Losers"** is a satirical advice column by "Cyrano" about gracefully accepting loss. It recommends burying unwanted items (old documents, receipts, etc.) in a desk's "pigeon-holes" rather than discarding them properly—mocking people's tendency to hoard rather than genuinely dispose of things. **The bottom illustration** shows a man playing violin while embracing his fiancée, captioned as someone who forgets himself while caressing his beloved—gentle domestic humor about distracted courtship. These are lifestyle/relationship satires rather than political commentary.
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JUDGE The guy who asked a direction from the natives on the village store steps. Dropping In and Falling Out You may notice if you take the 5.15 to Pleasantdale every eve- ning that Taylor Coleman and I no longer sit together in the smoker. It certainly seems strange not to ride with him, for jovial effervescence was al- delightful to me and _ his 1 - fellow - well- met attitude cheering, even if somewhat pro- fessional. I don’t recall exactly what pre- cipitated the break, though I have a faint idea. You see, every eve- ning as we parted at the Pleasant- dale station, Coleman used to blithely chirp, “Drop in with the wife some evening,” and then he would dart up Hathaway Road in the direction of cottage. For over two years these were his parting words and I had come to regard them as merely a pleasant conventionality until last Thurs- day evening. We did drop in to see them! Coleman was in his shirt-sleeves tinkering with the radio set. Their supper dishes were stacked in the sink, unwashed. Mrs. Coleman lolled about in a faded kimono and their little girl romped about on the newspaper-littered rug. The next evening Coleman walked right past me and chose a seat in the second car, I really don’t quite understand his attitude and I sometimes think that maybe we shouldn't have dropped in on them the other night. . . . —A.L. L. Gentleman who plays the bass violin forgets himself while caressing his fiancée. For Good Losers What this country needs most right now is for some inspired, public-spirited citizen to simplify the old art of losing things. Any- body can find things. But very few can lose things gracefully and permanently, The rive In comes the tide and back float the things that you want to lose. Bury ’em? Some- body erects a new building and the merciless teeth of the steam shovel bite out the things that you regarded as comfortably _ lost. Hide ’em? Some prowling youngster comes across them. But I have, I think, solved the problem, Do you want to lose a batch of bills, time-tables, receipts, un- answered _ letters, | pamphlets, cards, doctor’s prescriptions and assorted memorabilia? Do you want to lose them forever and for- ever, beyond hope of ever finding them again? Put them in the pigeon-holes of a roll-top desk! Cyrano Se Read My wife believes in free speech —she is certainly free enough with hers. comicbooks.com