Judge, 1927-08-27 · page 22 of 36
Judge — August 27, 1927 — page 22: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains several satirical pieces reflecting early-20th-century American humor: **"An Incident of the Plains"** depicts two cowboys in a Western-style confrontation, with text referencing "Greaser varmints" and a character named "Nell." The cartoon satirizes Wild West adventure narratives popular in the era. **"The Worst Blow of All"** mocks sportswriting pretension. A baseball writer for "The Evening Blah" repeatedly rewrites a description of Babe Ruth striking out, searching for increasingly flowery language ("the mighty Bambino sliced the ozone," "His Majesty, the King of Swat"). When the copy editor simply reduces it to "Ruth struck out," the writer's frustration becomes literally violent—he attacks his typewriter and dies. The satire targets overwrought sportswriting conventions. **"Not Quite Perfect"** ironically catalogs farm-to-table wholesomeness, concluding the cook remains dissatisfied anyway. **The bottom cartoon** shows a man learning "about women" from an art gallery, apparently from classical or Renaissance female nudes—satirizing naive education about the opposite sex.
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UDGE THE PL: Al N Ss The Worst Blow of All The baseball writer of The Evening Blah wrote “and Babe Ruth whiffed.” He pondered on this, decided it wasn’t snappy enough and sub-' stituted: “the mighty Bambino sliced the ozone.” hat didn’t suit him, either. So he crossed it out for “His Ma- jesty, the King of Swat, wasted a wild swing and the inning was > over. A MA Me Still he was dissatisfied. For 15 minutes he stared at his type- writer. Then a happy thought came: “George Herman Ruth was the most surprised baby in the world when he lashed at the pill and, instead of the sharp crack f bat on horsehide, there came only a dull, sickening thud from the vicinity of the catcher's mitt.” R VAR He turned in the yarn and went ASER MN BBED. IKE home. The next” morning he ereA ¢ NELL* looked the paper over and found that a copy reader had made just Gtr TLe A® e7o one change: “Ruth struck out.” C2 With a wild shriek the baseball writer started his typewriter at full speed, dived into the keys and was battered to death. — . —Cuerr Jounson The next offering of Duke Perelman’s Imperial Jazzotictans is “What a Slob I Picked When I Met You,” in three-four time. However, here’s the scandal: “Say,” remarked a football can- didate at Yale, “do you know where the French class meets?” “You got me!” responded a crew candidate, “T’'m a student here myself!” Hold on there, girls, going through a dark tunnel! Preacher denounces jazz from pulpit.—News item. ‘aking his text, presumably, from Do-Do-Deuteronomy. Not Quite Perfect Our milk is from contented cows, Our eggs from happy hens; Our pork chops from complacent pigs That come from pleasant pens. The foodstuffs on our table are The best we can provide; And yet they don’t taste right to us; Our cook’s dissatisfied. —R.C. 0. Hangers for trousers were in- vented by a married woman. It will be remembered that, when these are used, they cause the trousers to hang downwards. He learned about women from Ur. comicbooks.com