Judge, 1927-08-20 · page 5 of 36
Judge — August 20, 1927 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Page Analysis: Judge Magazine, Page 3 This page contains several unrelated humor pieces typical of Judge's satirical format: **"X Marks the Spot"** jokes about women's behavior on seashores and vacations—light social commentary on gender stereotypes. **"The First"** depicts a romantic exchange where a man dismisses a woman's question about being his first kiss, calling her "dumb." **"Cataclysmic Moments"** shows a barrel-shaped character (labeled "Mr. Kuppenheimer") outside a "Kollege Kut Klub"—likely a visual pun on a clothing brand. **"Add This"** consists of brief jokes about bootleggers and prohibition-era alcohol smuggling, mocking both illegal alcohol sales and the Anti-Saloon League's enforcement efforts. These reference Prohibition's (1920-1933) actual social impact and the black market it created. The lower cartoon shows a domestic scene with a caption about a worried father's parties, though details remain unclear.
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JUDGE X Marks the Spot Especially on the Seashore I often wondered where some girls Had had their But now I’ve seen a lot of them Upon the girls’ vacations. ccinations, The First “Am I the first girl you've kissed,” she inquired confiden- tially ” he replied frankly, “but » the first dumb enough to ask that question.” you Druggist’s Assistant — Good Lord—I just) made an awful mistake Druggist—Wh-what'd you do? Assistant—Gosh, I put up four pimento sandwiches on white bread for a fellow that always wants them on rye. When a woman goes up in the air she usually lands on her husband. Many a good architect has dis- covered after the honeymoon that his wife could make plans, too. CaractysMic Moments Mr. Kuppenheimer goes home in a barrel. Add This— Then there is the bootlegger who walked all the way to the drug-store to get some poison to kill the cat. The bootle, who boasts that he is a self-made man is not giv- ing due credit to the Anti-Saloon League. Who said that prohibition isn’t Youna Hosvess father’s gone dippy brooding over a success? Just look at the enor- family troubles, but I should worry—he makes a great hit at mous amount of ginger ale that my parties. is sold. comicbooks.com