Judge, 1927-09-03 · page 8 of 36
Judge — September 3, 1927 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several satirical pieces reflecting early 20th-century domestic and social humor: **"Cataclysmic Moments"** depicts a man arriving catastrophically late to a social event, with crowds of well-dressed guests spilling out—mocking the social anxiety around tardiness. **"The Zero Hour"** is a joke about marital friction: the "witching hour" is when wives confront husbands about their excuses and whereabouts, satirizing the tension between spouses. **The classified ads section** humorously presents marital discord as lost-and-found notices: wives summoning absent husbands home, husbands disclaiming responsibility for departing spouses. These mock newspaper ads while reflecting real domestic tensions of the era. **Other jokes** include an infant's birth after the mother claimed she "couldn't bear children," and a scrubwoman correcting a child's grammar—reflecting class and educational pretensions of the period. The "boxing" cartoon satirizes referee corruption in professional fights. Overall, the page targets marital problems, social embarrassment, and working-class aspiration to respectability.
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Classified Ads LOST, in the subway, between an automatic door and a station platform, one perspiring hubby in nervous though otherwise fairly good condition. Finder please re- turn by elevated or ta and oblige Missus Spouse. PERSONAL. Mama, come home, please. Life doesn’t seem the same without y does the kitchen. WI the country all this tim: got plenty of flies and mosquitoes right here, and you can get sun- burned on the roof instead of other places. Please, Mama. Please. Papa. NOTICE. My wife, having left my bed and board, I will not be responsible. I know the bed was never le and the board was strictly delicatessen, but who saws was to blame for that? William Pardon Si Gote, the kid himself oN —Tom Foorery “Good Lord! Ethel has just had her fifth baby!” “Yes—amusing, isn’t it? Be- fore she was married Ethel used to say, ‘I ply can’t bear chil- dren. Siath, Ave, Fur Shop Proprietor —H'm, a boggain, lady, I’m tall- ing you! Goes weet hitch seelver Caractysmic Moments fox fur, a bottle genuwine seelver polish! Mr. Waltham is late for an important social engagement. The Zero Hour Flip—What's this here now “witching hour?” Flop—Ain't you ignorant— that’s the hour when the wife gr you with “Which story is it this time?” Scrubwoman (to child)—Wot, Willie, did I hear you say “ain't”? And yer own mother for eight years scrubbin’ th’ floors Ns Helping the referee decide foul blows; hit low and you ring in th’ English department. the bell. comicbooks.com