Judge, 1927-07-02 · page 33 of 36
Judge — July 2, 1927 — page 33: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This 1927 page mixes humor columns with advertising. The main content includes: **"A Complete Speechmaker"**: A comedic monologue where a family member—likely a dependent or poor relation—delivers a mock-threatening speech demanding better treatment and money ("GIVE. GIVE till it hurts"). The humor lies in the character's audacity blackmailing the family with threats to sell stories to tabloids, inverting typical power dynamics. **"Funny Bones"**: A joke about flappers (young women of the 1920s) and their garters—suggesting they're so visible/scandalous that wearing them around necks wouldn't increase their visibility. **"Embarrassing Moments"**: An advertisement for Murad cigarettes using humor about a traffic cop to sell the product. **Bottom comics**: Brief jokes about family dynamics (cooking, courtship). The page reflects 1920s social anxieties: changing gender roles (flappers), family hierarchy, and working-class assertiveness. The humor is gentle satire of everyday domestic life rather than political commentary.
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