Judge, 1927-07-02 · page 5 of 36
Judge — July 2, 1927 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Page This page contains miscellaneous humor and poetry rather than political cartoons. The main content includes: **"Novel Relief"** - A summer reading list offering mental escape from heat through books with cool themes (skating, ice, arctic subjects). **"Northern Delights"** - A poem by Paul Rosa about abandoning city business to pursue Arctic exploration and solitude, though the speaker admits needing winter employment as "an ice man." **Illustrations** depict Eskimos (using period terminology) and Arctic themes, with humorous captions like "Why limit the label idea to luggage?" (showing travel stickers on a person). The bottom section contains brief jokes about sinking funds and horse racing, with no apparent political commentary. This represents Judge's lighter, whimsical content rather than satirical critique.
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JUDGE Novel Relief For the hot days of summer, be very sure your books contain: Skating on thin ice. Shady enterprises. Breezy chara Cold steel. Chilly respon: Winds of chane Iey encounters. Cool speeches. Peaks of excitement. Oceans of sentiment. 22% Northern Delights call of the st The Northland was ngely alluring, yearned for the long Arctic nights; So I sold out my business last year, and I followed The beckoning, weird Northern lights. I I am fond of the solitude, wide open spaces, And I have no desire for the ay from your noisy and turbulent cities I've found true contentment at last. But in spite of my love for the stillness, the mystery, I’ve got to trek southward next For I can’t get a I’m an ice man, job, as, you see, And business is rotten up here. —Puit Rosa Early exodus of wealthy Eskimos leaving Iceland to escape the summer heat. Why limit the label idea to luggage? Bill—What happened to your sinking fund? Joe—It sank. Arctic Arpeggio He was a whale of a big Eskimo Who courted a sweet Eskimiss, And there ‘neath the chill Eski June He esked for an ice EskiKiss. moon of a is yours for the esking,” she Me Eski | The thing was a cinch, and in Polar bear clinch thawed out EskiNeck. « T in warm —G. A. P. At Tia Juan “This fellow S. Teddy Loser came clean from New York to bet on the races here.” “Yeah; and it looks as though he’s going back the same way.” comicbooks.com