Judge, 1927-09-03 · page 9 of 36
Judge — September 3, 1927 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"The Specialist"**: A panhandler asks for a dime for coffee. Though intelligent-looking, he explains he cannot find work because he's overqualified—he's a "petticoat designer." The joke mocks both unemployment and occupational specialization: his specific skill makes him unemployable in a world needing general laborers. The narrator gives him the dime anyway, perhaps out of sympathy or amusement. **"Getting a Child to School"**: A cartoon sequence showing a parent's exasperated attempt to get a child bathed and ready on time. The humor derives from the relatable domestic frustration of morning routines. **"Leaves from Myrtle's Sketch-book"**: Satirical quips about contemporary issues—a brutal schoolmaster beating students (particularly offensive to "refined" girls), references to Nero's violin-playing during torture (classical allusion), and barracks humor about bad military food. The tone is light social criticism wrapped in jokes.
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The Specialist “I beg your pardon, sir. I humbly and reluctantly ask you for the gratuitous bestowal of ten cents with which I hope to pur- chase a cup of coffee.” I gazed at the supplicant. He 1, intelligent-appearing n, with a fine forehead and keen, capable eyes. This was no common panhandler, no ordinary hobo. “Why don’t you get a job?” I asked. “You look intelligent, you seem able and healthy.” “Tam ready to go to work at once,” he replied, proudly draw- ing himself erect. “In f. have sought employment every- where. Hour after hour I tramped the pavements in of an opening. But I, alas, am a specialist, and no one can use my particular talents, even though I am highly qualified.” What, then, is your line?” “Iam a petticoat designer.” P. S. He got the dime. —A.L. L. wi: m: Gentleman (inviting lady to dance)—What do you say, Miss Mince—shall we shake ‘up an- other cocktail ? Leaves from Myrtles sketch-book (Weve TOLD You > Y / | EN TIMES TO HURRY | YOUR. BATH, AND / —R YOU WON'T SO of! \ i all = a am HY | GETTING A CHILD TO SCHOOL ON TIME IN THE MORNING—No. 3. The Way to Stop It First Indignant Roman Citizen No. HE brutal character in this hectic cut is ¢ horrid principal seat of learning of t where Myrtl ideas are bei taught to shoot and he is about to inflict corporal pun ishment upon the re- fined person of on. Cuthbert Lovejoy. From the mournftl appearances of the young lady scholars it be rightfully pre- that Mr. B ster is about to beat up a_ cherished member of his flock and is getting himself registered ‘a hateful old thing in the woman's department. The little boys don’t very much mind, but it is a great trial for the little girls to witness such a heart-fester- ing eventuality. By Harry Grant Dart I hear Nero was torturing people at the palace again last night. Second Ditto—Somebody ought to take that violin away from him. —R. C. O. Advice to Damsels—Never let a fool kiss you and never let a kiss fool you. Sergeant — You're going on kitchen police, soldier, Rookie—Can I go on the de- tective Sergeant—Waddaya expect to do—find out who smothered the steak in onions? To ease the minds of readers who might fret, we n tc that Cuthbert has a § a stuffed up his ba nether items of his o' reinforced by two neerian copy> ks and a second reader. Rookie — No—discover who’s responsible for the crime they call dinner. comicbooks.com