Judge, 1927-10-08 · page 7 of 36
Judge — October 8, 1927 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page satirizes the "Lion Tamers"—likely a fraternal organization or club experiencing financial and organizational troubles. The top cartoon shows chaotic scene with members in disarray around a sign reading "Order of Lions." The main text features "Brother Prairie Dogs" complaining to "Brother Ginsberg" about the club's problems: expensive meetings, broken-down railroad trains, and mounting debts (nearly $3,000). The humor stems from the contrast between the group's grandiose name ("Lions") and their actual dysfunction and poverty. The bottom cartoon depicts "His Better Three-Quarters" (a wife) confronting her husband about the club's failures—late meetings, broken equipment, and unpaid debts—delivering the satirical punchline that they're seeking "the corner-stone of a circular building" (an impossible task, metaphorically representing their futile organization).
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JUDGE Gouge ¥ YOu LITTLE, The Lion Tamers LISTEN BROTHER! Brother Prairie Dogs: Brother a say a little something to you this . The second mort- evening but as I told Brother Gins- berg I don’t know any more what to say than the coon did when he got a letter from the Ku Klux Klan. Ha, ha, ha! Well, to get down to business, you all know we have a nice big new club- house here, and we have a lot of fun throwing smokers and pinocle parties and playing Kelly with Bert Sage. His Berrer Turee-Quarters—No stories about sick Ha, ha! That’s friends, lodge meetings, late at the office or broken down all right don’t get railroad trains! sore, Bert, they Lovee Memser—No, I'll be honest with you, Love— took eleven dol- we were trying to find the corner-stone of a circular lars and a quarter building. 5 ay from me once, too. Ha, ha, gage on the house came to two Ginsberg here has asked me to ha! But all this sort of thing thousand eight hundred and ninety-seven dollars and si four cents. ‘That's d--n near three thousand dollars, and the last smoker set us back sixty-three dollars and twenty-one cents, not counting the two kegs of lemon soda, ha, ha, that Brother Tom Pea- body donated. By the way, Tom, have you seen that little blonde since? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Well, what I’m leading up to is that some of you fellows are get ting behind in (Continued on page 27) comicbooks.com