Judge, 1927-10-15 · page 5 of 68
Judge — October 15, 1927 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page from *Judge* magazine contains primarily humorous poetry and light social commentary rather than political cartoons. The main cartoon, "I Consider Fisticuffs Brutal Announced Cabot Flatly," depicts a couple discussing their mule, apparently making an oblique joke about physical violence and class pretension. The accompanying narrative suggests wordplay about mules and furs. Other pieces include: - A poem mocking a returning sweetheart's lack of intelligence - A joke about a husband and wife with a dog - Domestic humor about cooking abilities - A sketch of a family scene The content reflects typical early 20th-century *Judge* humor: domestic situations, marital comedy, and light social observation. The "O O O" section jokes about women's fashion (limbs shaped like parentheses). Overall, this is social satire rather than political commentary, targeting contemporary manners and gender dynamics.
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JUDGE To a Returning Sweetheart I love you still, my ancient flame, Resplendent, rougish, regal dame No one can match your love- liness, Your grace, your face, and I confess I love you still. But frankly, darling, it’s a shame How dumb you are! Yet you de- claim And chatter, chirp and effer- vesce On anything from art to dress. So hold your tongue, lest you I maim— I love you still! —Artuer L. Lippmann As Long as Bootleg Husband (coming home nois- ily)—The Old Gray Mare, she ain't what she used to be— Wife (coldly)—But the White Mule still is. Better stey — Yon hove ins | UCONSTDER Seo mai BRUTAL enough to cook a dinner, QQANNOUNCED CASOT EL are enough to get one without cook- ing it. Louie, aged six, was staggering down the main drag with the old lady. “Look, ma, that woman has some furs just like mine!” he exclaimed. “Why, offspring, you haven't any furs!” said Mrs. Lint. “Oh, yes I have!” was the eager response. “And they’re lined with kittens, too!” But all he got for his crack was a good push in the beezer. When a man bites a dog, it’s his wife’s pet chow. Oo O 0 If ladies’ limbs were fashioned thus: (Just like parentheses) ; I think they all would want their skirts To reach below the kneeses. To A Certain Party I don’t know how to tell you that I love you, And for you I would lay right down and die; I don't know how to tell you this, Motuer—IWe have to face the fact, Jethro, that our Doris my darling, . is not popular with the younger set. She has too many in- I guess it Cause I don’t know hibitions. how to lie. comicbooks.com