Judge, 1927-11-12 · page 12 of 36
Judge — November 12, 1927 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Top Comic ("The Old Grad Demonstrates"):** Satirizes the stereotype of the nostalgic alumnus who constantly borrows others' possessions while reminiscing about his college glory days. The "old grad" systematically cadges hats from multiple people to demonstrate an old football play, despite their reluctance. The humor lies in his shameless persistence and self-absorption—he commandeers belongings under the pretense of showing something "good," ignoring others' obvious discomfort. **"Hallelujah!" Poem:** Uses mock-heroic language to celebrate finding "the Great Wonder"—a man who doesn't make grandiose claims about his firstborn becoming President, doesn't leave toothpaste caps off, and most remarkably, didn't insist he'd been gray-haired since age nineteen. It's gentle satire of common human pretensions and exaggerations. **Bottom Illustration ("They're Wonderful Dogs"):** A whimsical, non-satirical image showing St. Bernard dogs heroically delivering gasoline to a stalled motorcar in the Swiss Alps—depicting dogs as modern rescue heroes adapting to contemporary technology.
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JUDGE W va FIE DOESNT DARE TAKE IT OFF IN PUBLIC Hallelujah! Blow the tuba! Sound the tocsin! The Great Wonder has been found! Greater than he who admits that his firstborn may not prove to be a future President. More rare than she who does not leave the cap off the tooth- paste tube. Infinitely more scarce than he who does not believe all that he reads in his daily paper. I met him this morning. A gray-haired man who did not state, positively, that he had been gray ever since he was nineteen! Blow the tuba! Sound the tocsin! —Sraniey Jones The Old Grad Demonstrates “Aw, I didn’t hurt it, Ed. Well, if you're going to get hard about it—now see here—now listen, Ed, you know very well I didn’t hurt it. Never mind why I didn’t use mine. A cap’s too light, that’s why. Aw, forget it now, Let me borrow your Jim? Come on, I want to show you something. Lemme use your hat, Jim. It won’t take but a minute—it won't be long until the whi blows for the half now, anyway. Lemme use your hat. . . . Bill, let’s have yours, will y C'mon, Aw, I'm not going to hurt it. Lemme use it. Say, Pete, can I bor- row your hat for just a second? Well, I'll show you what I want it for. Aw, be a sport. I'll show you something good! C’mon. . . . Well, Clem will let me use his. How about it, Clem? Lemme use your hat a minute, will ya? I want to show the boys some- thing. Aw, I won't hurt your hat! y, Red, would you mind letting me have yours for—Oh, if you're going to act that way about it. . . . Here comes Charlie! He'll lend me his for a second, won't you, big boy? Yeh, your hat. I want it for just a minute. Thanks, old timer. Now you watch! “I'm going to show you how I kicked that field goal against Pretty Prairie College in the last two seconds of p Signals! Eighty-four, sixty-five... .” Say, Tuey’re Wonverrut Docs St. Bernard bringing gasoline to stalled motor in the Swiss Alps. comicbooks.com