Judge, 1927-10-29 · page 8 of 36
Judge — October 29, 1927 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Page This page contains three satirical pieces mocking early 20th-century American business culture. **Top cartoon** (by G.F. Callahan): Shows men in top hats playing bridge. The caption "Boosh! While we're waitin'—how 'bout a hand o' bridge?" satirizes wealthy businessmen's leisure priorities—they gamble during work hours. **Middle section**: A former football coach, now sales manager for "Fauntelroy Brassiere Company," delivers an aggressive pep talk to his salesmen. The satire mocks masculine business culture: the coach uses military/sports language ("bring home the bacon," "hit the line hard") and insults his workers' manhood ("lily-livered," "cry babies," "Mabels in hair ribbons"), all to sell brassieres. The humor lies in applying hypermasculine rhetoric to an inherently feminine product—the absurdity exposes how toxic this management style was. **Bottom section**: Two brief jokes about dishonesty in business and marriage—supporting the page's theme of deception and dysfunction in commercial life. The overall message critiques aggressive sales culture and its dehumanizing effects on workers.
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JUDGE GF.CALLAHAN , “Boysh! While we’re waitin’—how ’bout a hand The Former Football Coach Addresses His Salesmen “Now get me, and get me straight, you lily-livered bunch of Fainting Flossies. If you Blush- ing Beulahs have got a drop of red blood in your veins, if you've got the guts of a grunting guinea pig and the courage of a crawling caterpillar, you'll bring home the bacon! You got licked yesterday, didn’t you? A fine bunch of nipple-sucking cry babies I got here. Maybe you want papa to buy you a kiddie car or a soldier suit, ch? Poor little laddies, they couldn’t hit the line hard enough to knock the bad big buyers for a goal. Bah! I'll put you Mabels in hair ribbons and rompers next. I'll reserve a couple of floors in the Home for Indigent Females. I'll get the office boy to spray you with cologne and we'll drape your desks with flowers. “You guys have got to WIN! Get me? WIN! WIN! WIN! You've got to win for the honor of The Fauntelroy Brassiere Company, the leading brassiere manufacturer in the world. So if you Percies think you're going to let them false ms from the Wizard Manufacturing Company bluff you, why there ain't enough red blood in your veins to drown a gnat. Tighten your belts and grab them order pads and pencils. Grit your teeth, men, and hit the line hard. Fauntelroy expects you to win, and if you Camp Fire girls don’t make a showing today every one of yeu mollycoddles and w sisters is bounced. Now get out. That's all!” —Arruer L, Lippmann K N r—What's the matter? —I washed a dirty piece of ice in hot water and now I can’t find it. “Is Gunning a man you can trust “That fellow? Say, he’s so crooked even the wool he pulls over your eyes is half cotton.” Newtymarriep Burcrar—Listen, kid, it makes it awful hard to succeed in business when you won’t let me go out nights! comicbooks.com