Judge, 1927-09-10 · page 24 of 36
Judge — September 10, 1927 — page 24: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This is a humor page from *Judge* magazine featuring various jokes and a illustrated story. The top section contains brief quips attributed to different people—mostly playing on wordplay and misunderstandings. For example, a Nebraska Awgwan joke involves a doctor who self-treats with medical books, leading to a pun about dying "of a misprint." The main illustration depicts "Sophronisba, the cycling cynic"—an ongoing character apparently known for cynical observations. The caption presents a Arthurian legend joke: when Guinevere mentions seeing "that Knight" with Lancelot, she's actually referring to "some Galahad" (not a knight), creating confusion about medieval courtly romance. The "Page David" story at bottom is a domestic humor piece about newlyweds: the realtor claimed their house was a "stone's throw" from the streetcar line, but it's actually too far. The husband sarcastically offers to throw a rock at the departing streetcar conductor. The humor relies on puns, misheard statements, and everyday domestic situations—typical of early-20th-century American magazine comedy.
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