Judge, 1927-10-15 · page 39 of 68
Judge — October 15, 1927 — page 39: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct satirical pieces: **Top cartoon ("Judge")**: A burglar interrupts a couple's phone call, creating dark humor around the phrase "trying to get help on the telephone"—suggesting the couple's dramatic overreaction to minor troubles. **"The Impressionable Booklet"**: A couple on the Oompah Railroad observation platform exchange pretentious, flowery descriptions of scenery (referencing "Higher Art"). The satire mocks travelers who affect refined aesthetic appreciation while touring. The accompanying illustration shows couple doing exaggerated yoga/contortionist poses, furthering the mockery of affected sophistication. **"Dissatisfied Wife"**: A woman regrets marrying a "Higher Art" enthusiast (the bike racer comment is unclear) instead of pursuing practical security, suggesting satire of artistic pretension's real-world consequences. **Bottom quips**: Two unrelated humorous one-liners mocking prize fighters and their audiences as "fatheads." The page overall ridicules affectation, aesthetic pretension, and impractical romanticism—common Judge targets of the era.
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JUDGE BurGrar The Impressionable Booklet Readers on the Observa- tion Plattorm He—¥rom our comfortable seats on the rear of this cinder- less, crack train we drink in the beauties of the captivating coun- try through which the Oompah Railroad smoothly rolls. She—Beyond yon majestic mountain a panorama of un- paralleled pastoral peace pre- sents itself—happy yeomen till- ing their fields, contented cattle and kaleidoscopic, ever-changing color. He—It is a bailiwick blessed by the benevolent hand of nature. To the east is historic Plunkberg, and our road-bed winds grace- fully along the course of the Winnapoof River whose spark- ling waters irrigate this wonder- land. She—Refreshed by a comfort- able night’s rest in our well- ventilated, commodious compart- ment, with our wants adequately WL SS Vy iY Wy NN, y i help on th’ telephone! a Dissatisriep Wirr—And to think that today I could have been the wife of a six-day bike racer—if I hadn’t listened to your rot about Higher Art! Har Har! It sure does hand a guy a l-laugh—listen’ t’ him tryin’ to get catered to by a corps of cour- teous, capable attendants, a trip on the Oompah Railroad is a revelation. He—Let us gaze, fascinated, at the God-given grandeur of these rugged, awe-inspiring peaks, and then let us saunter to the im- maculate dining car where the choicest viands, appetizingly pre- pared and efficiently served, will intrigue our pal She—The discerning traveler does well to patronize the Oom- pah Railroad whose watchword is “SERVICE.” Natural beauties, a road bed like velvet, modern equipment and wholesome food make it the chosen route of the discriminating. (They leave the platform for the diner.) —Artuur L, Lippmann Prize fight promoters find it easy to live on the fat of the land because the land is full of fat- heads. R. C. O. comicbooks.com