Judge, 1927-10-15 · page 34 of 68
Judge — October 15, 1927 — page 34: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This Judge magazine page contains several humor pieces from the early 20th century: **The main cartoon** shows a man conducting an orchestra of top-hatted gentlemen, comparing one performer to the famous opera singer Enrico Caruso—a contemporary celebrity reference. The joke plays on pretentious musical appreciation. **Below are brief comedic exchanges:** - A motorist offers to replace a woman's dead puppy; she insults him in response - A clumsy maid breaks a plate but considers it lucky because she won't have to gather scattered pieces - A customer asks a grocer for eggs with "no chickens"—the grocer replies "duck's eggs," a pun on the unexpected answer **"Inspiration"** is a serious poem mocking people who claim morning energy motivates them to work harder—the London Opinion author sardonically admits he feels none of this. **"Funny Bones"** advertises Judge's humor submission section paying $5 per joke. The overall tone reflects Edwardian-era class consciousness, wordplay humor, and gentle satire of aspirational middle-class life.
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Winner of Judge’s Balloon Contest No. 6 Thinkest thou not, Nyanza, that the lad singeth like Caruso? Thou slayest me, Athos; he soundeth better still! Sa 4 Russell Wittpenn, Brooklyn, N. Y. Unfortunate Motorist—Madam, I fear your puppy is dead. If you will allow me I- will replace the animal. Owner (icily)—Sir, you flatter yourself. —Birmincuam Gazetre AND Express Mistress (to new help)—Oh, Mary, how clumsy! You’ve broken one of my china plates in two. The Maid — This is my lucky day, mum. I generally has to gather up the pieces in a dust- pan. — ANSWERS ev, Theosophist” If that fist hurts, hit im with Theosophist. Tue Wire to mend it. Anyway, dear, you won’t need to get underneath Inspiration Who has not felt the urge to rise When dawn bursts red upon the hill, To seize new vigor from the skies And lift the burden with a will; Or, picking up the heavy task Where yestereve it weary stopped, To find that dullness, like a mask, Had fallen off when darkness dropped? Who has not felt a sluggard when The morning sun has risen first, Or has not sought the task again With muscles new, for work athirst? Who has not felt the morning air Renew his pride in work well done, Or thought the early task more fair?— Well, I have not, for one. —Lonpon Opinion \FUNNYBONES Every week is Law Enforce- ment Weak. ‘Uudge pays $5 for each one printed Binks (to shopkeeper) — Have you any eggs in which you can guarantee there are no chickens? Grocer (pausing a moment)— Yes, sir—duck’s eggs. st Bromwici Free Press —Lonpon Opinion EDWARD LANGER PRINTING CO., INC., JAMAICA, N. Ye comicbooks.com