Judge, 1927-10-01 · page 11 of 36
Judge — October 1, 1927 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Satire Explanation This page contains two separate satirical pieces from *Judge* magazine: **Top cartoon:** A chaotic street scene captioned "George Galahad, Inc., antique dealer, crosses the avenue." The absurdist humor depicts an antique dealer navigating city traffic surrounded by colliding cars and chaos, satirizing the dangers of modern urban traffic and the collision between old-fashioned commerce and modern automobile culture. **"The Incredible Explained":** A domestic comedy about a married couple. The wife verbally berates her husband Hartry for his passivity and lack of spine—he refuses to argue back, instead smoking cigarettes and ignoring her tirades. The joke's punchline (bottom illustration) references her terrible driving: she'll become an "expert pilot" the same way she learned to drive, implying through reckless accident and disaster. The satire mocks nagging wives, henpecked husbands, and women drivers—contemporary stereotypes reflecting early-20th-century attitudes.
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The Incredible Explained “You cheap apology worm!” sereamed the wi don’t you show you're a man by answering me?” Undisturbed, Hartry _ settled comfortably back in his chair, lit igarette, and grinned. “That's right—sit there and say nothing! You haven't even spine enough to defend yourself. If only I had had the sense to listen ‘to mother’s warning, I'd never have tied myself to a wash- out like you.” The tirade elicited only a cal- lous chuckle from Hartry. “And to think that Arthur Ser- combe was mad about me and I refused him for a thing that ex- pects me to be a slave, to do with- out clothes, a good time, every- thing! Oh, how I detest you!” It was familiar stuff to Hartry, who had listened to numerous outbursts of the kind. He blew a couple of smoke rings and reached cheerfully for his sport- ing edition. “Poor old McDowell!” he mused, as the voice next door re- sumed its bitter arraignment. “What the deuce ever possessed him to marry a woman like that?” actly what she did the first time she drove the car. (with relief)—She’ll soon be an expert pilot! comicbooks.com