Judge, 1927-10-01 · page 4 of 36
Judge — October 1, 1927 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several unrelated humorous sketches typical of Judge magazine's satirical style: **Top cartoon**: Shows construction workers in chaos as a "Boss" figure attempts to manage them. The satire mocks workplace inefficiency and the difficulty of supervising laborers. **Middle section**: Brief conversational jokes about weather, a guest's awkward appearance, and a typewriter that only works when in use—typical period office humor. **Bottom cartoon**: A stranger in a cafeteria asks where to wash dishes, apparently confused about workplace norms. The humor derives from the social awkwardness of not understanding office etiquette. The right column contains brief anecdotes about Brooklyn sentiment, family dynamics, and consumer behavior—all gentle social observation rather than partisan political commentary. This represents Judge's light satirical approach to everyday American life and manners.
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City Life in America BROOKLYN “Why have you a tender spot in your heart for Brooklyn?” me of my best friends are buried there.” The old man is the head of the family and he’s the one that gets the headaches. Quiet Wanted Overheard in a department store: “Be quiet, be quiet, and Mama’ll buy you a drum.” Incomplete Dumb Dora (reading) —It says here George V. is King of England. George V. what? Some girls live on the interest men have in them. Touring is great sport, espe- cially when the roads are in good condition and straight, like these lines, but sooner or later you are gure to goon a detour and find s roads (when you do find the them) rather bumpy!!! ! HOON Boss—Come now, boys! Be serious and get to work! He—The weather always af- , a ait fects me: when the air’s mild, I As feel mild; when it’s brisk, I feel brisk; when it’s She—How balmy the air is to- night! Guest—Who is that awful- looking frump over there? Host—Why, that’s my wife. Guest—Oh—er—beg pardon, my mistake, Host (sadly)—No, no—mine. Our typewriter is noiseless, We wouldn’t want to lose it; Our typewriter is noiseless, Until we start to use it. Srrancer (in cafeteria, but well domesticated)—Where do I —R. C. O. go to wash up my dishes, please? comicbooks.com