Judge, 1927-06-18 · page 4 of 36
Judge — June 18, 1927 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Page This page contains nostalgic poems and whimsical illustrations rather than political satire. "Judge," while primarily satirical, regularly featured lighter content alongside commentary. The section "After all, childhood is much the same today as it used to be" includes illustrations of children engaged in timeless play—fishing, catching frogs, and outdoor games. The accompanying verse by Arthur L. Lippmann celebrates rural childhood activities: digging stumps, trapping animals, enduring childhood illnesses like chicken pox and measles. "Those Were the Good Old Days" humorously lists bygone economic conditions (nickel beers, two-for-a-quarter cocktails), implying inflation and economic change—likely reflecting 1920s-30s nostalgia. "My Old Home Town" and "After Thirty Years" continue the nostalgic theme, contrasting remembered rural simplicity with present urban life. The sketch of a swimming hole represents idealized frontier childhood.
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JUDGE After all, childhood is much the same today as it used to be— 7 —with minor differences. My Old Home Town When spring, the hoyden, sings to me And honest yoemen start their tillage, Again, aga I seem to My native village. in I taste the neighbors’ fruit I pilfered as a freckled urchin; And see my father’s cut-down suit I went to church in. How sweet the maple sugar chunks I fed our mare before I rode er; How sweet the breeze perfumed with skunks’ Delightful odor. How cute our hog—Lor'’ bless his soul— How black the mud in which he wallowed; How filled with bugs the swimmin’ hole— Which bugs I swallowed! A kitchen bucket made of tin I bathed in, though the air was numbing. (You see, the folks did not go in For open plumbing.) Thad my share of digging stumps, Of trapping possums, snakes and weasels; I had the chicken pox, the mumps And also measles. Ah, hearth and home, ah, drafty shack— Ah, rustic hamlet, dead and lazy, If you should hear I’m coming back You'll know I’m crazy! —Arrtuer L, Lippmann Those Were the Good Old Days When. beer was a nickel When cocktails were two for a quarter When ice cream sodas were a nickel When the mo were a nickel When milk was five cents a quart When Gordon gin was Gordon gin When women were women, Arter Tuirty Years The Old Swimmin’ Hole doesn’t seem as deep as it used to be. comicbooks.com