Judge, 1927-07-09 · page 7 of 36
Judge — July 9, 1927 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis of Judge Page The top cartoon depicts a man (Mr. Jones) being thrown violently to the ground after apparently attempting to horn in ahead of someone at a bank teller's window. The satire addresses workplace frustration and social hierarchy—the exaggerated violence humorously illustrates the consequences of violating unspoken queue etiquette and attempting to gain unfair advantage. The text below, "The Complete Speech-Maker," presents a mock employee being fired. The satirized "speech" is a rambling, self-pitying monologue where the dismissed worker complains about working conditions, blames management, and makes excuses rather than accepting responsibility. The satire targets workers who respond to termination with defensiveness and entitlement rather than accountability—a commentary on workplace attitudes and labor relations of the era. The smaller cartoon shows an acrobat, captioned as having triplets, likely a joke about contortion or flexibility.
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JUDGE Terrible-tempered Mr. Jones plasters a bandit who tried to The Complete Speech-Maker A Practical Manual of Elegant and Appropriate Replies for Every Occasion SPEECH ON BED THE OCCASION OF FIRED FROM A JOB Mr. McElroy, Mr. Ginsberg, Mr. Hinchey, Ladies and Gentle- men: Before I launch out into a few general remarks on your parentage, your manners and your breeding, I should like to make one point r. I wasn’t fired; I quit the job about two minutes before you told me to get the h—ll out of here and y out. I men- tion this simply because I can al- ready hear you slobs telling e body that you gave me the air. The fact I’m sick and tired of you three cheap grease-balls I've been working here for five weeks now in the shipping room and I’m still getting the fifteen a week I started in with. I thought you said I'd get a rai after I'd been here a month. I you meant a raise in the or (laughter and ch . I wouldn't mind it so much if it wasn’t for my poor feet, but the way you make me bound around this plant you’d think I was made of rubber. ory- at the paying teller’s window. But I won't talk about myself. God knows I got a dirty, rotten deal here and if I ever get the chance I'll pay you back with in- tere But what surprises me is how three dummies like you can run a business for even a week. the floor, think of the acrobat who has triplets. Speaking of walking CRIA (RoR horn in ahead of him If I owned a business like this, I would no more let you three } nips run it than I would let a mute announce the World over the radio. One look < would send a healthy grown-up boy into convulsions, and yet they trust a business to you. Some- body’s a sucker, all right, all right. Well, the funny part of the whole thing is that you think I’m sore. Not me! I’m overjoyed to get out of here while the getting’s good; it’s better than being taken out of here in a pie-wagon when the bulls pinch the outfit. You can’t kid the cops very long, boys, and when they take you off to the coop and you hide your from the newspaper pho- shers just remember what I And believe me, I only hope let me get on the jury that tries you. Anyway, I’m not wor- ried; I was going to leave any way, because I a swell job hier in a bank waiting for me right now. That’s all, boys; thank you. » PerermMan Charlot is so dumb he thinks wishy-washy is a Chinese laundryiman. Gus comicbooks.com