Judge, 1927-06-11 · page 4 of 36
Judge — June 11, 1927 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains humorous vignettes rather than political cartoons. The content includes: **"The Trail of the Lonesome Pine"** (top illustration): A sketch depicting a hobo encampment with various figures and tents, likely satirizing either the popular song of that name or Depression-era vagrant life. **"Then We'd Have Prohibition"** (bottom section): Several short jokes about prohibition-era alcohol, including quips about college drinking and hiding alcohol. The references assume readers' familiarity with Prohibition enforcement and bootlegging culture. **Additional jokes** about courtship, business practices, and absent-mindedness fill the remaining space. The page's tone is lighthearted domestic and social satire typical of 1920s-30s Judge magazine—poking fun at everyday middle-class American life rather than engaging with specific political figures or events.
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JUDGE The Trail of the Then We’d Have Prohibition If all the college students in this country were laid end to end, it would take a lot of hooch. Pedal Tom—I'd like to give my fiancée a surprise for her birth- day present. Jerry—Why not tell her what your income really is? eRe Then there’s the absent-minded business man who took his wife to dinner instead of his stenog- rapher. Lonesome Pine. Tragedy The two faces were close to- gether, the man’s grim, tense; the other face was small and white, with two slender hands pressed tightly against it. It was those frail hands that riveted the man’s horrified gaze. “MY GOD!” he said, still star- ing; and in his voice was hopeless stark tragedy. For that other face was the face of his watch, and those little hands told him that he had missed the last train home. —Marian Pace Jounson SS “I'm going to Mexico to meet my wife.” “Tia Juana?” “No, not very much.” SS “T left a bottle of Scotch in the train this morning.” “Was it turned in to the lost and found department?” “No, but the fellow who found Stella—M. quite an adept at polite conversation. Othello—How’s that? Stella—She talks without say- ing anything and doesn’t mean what she “Listen, stupid, th’ next time y’wanna stop all of a sudden— stick out your hand.” comicbooks.com