Judge, 1928-01-07 · page 27 of 36
Judge — January 7, 1928 — page 27: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine contains several standalone humorous pieces rather than unified political cartoons: **"High Hat"** is a rambling monologue satirizing pretentious bar culture and drinking customs—mocking the affectations of someone trying to sound sophisticated while discussing cocktails and ventriloquism. **"The One Seated"** depicts working-class Londoners (indicated by "Garge" dialect and references to "Brother Tom") casually discussing Christmas preparations and Scottish whisky, satirizing lower-class attempts at holiday refinement. **"Scotch Kilt"** appears to show domestic chaos related to Christmas cooking—mocking servant incompetence or domestic disorder during holiday preparations. **The final two jokes** are pun-based: one about a waiter in Edinburgh being in a "tight place" (imprisoned/constrained), and a doctor/patient joke playing on religious confusion (St. Peter/Dr. Peter). The overall theme emphasizes class-based humor and satire of drinking culture and holiday excess across social strata. No specific political figures or events are referenced.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
-———————_- High Hat (Continued from page 11) ventrilo . . . ah, what the heck I won't study it! How do va THAT! Id like to study it, though then 1 could go into a bar... there's a darn good idea! . I could go into a bar and throw my voice so that it would ne Las if Frank were saying » drinks are on the house .noz... well, all right! then yon can't come to my thea- ter parts next week because I'm not giving - how do you like THAT? Oe aed ] i , Got an awful pretty Xmas card from Bobbie Arast .. . Bobbie IS! . . . take one third apple jack, one third) bacardi and one third lemon juice and sugar an’ what've gc n Apple Black Jack! Where will we all be fifty years from now? Push- ing up the daisies! Pushing up the daisies! An’ the worms’ll crawl out an’ the worms’ll crawl in! They'll crawl all) over face ' an’ chin! Wiggly wiggly! ‘Take a small glass, put some sugar in the bottom of it and a few drops of Angostura bitters and a hooker of Gordon water an’ some lemon rind an’ your leon Tie: Oxe: Seatep—'Ullo, Garge, Brother Tom Ganor—"Ave ye? goin’ by. Scotch Kilt. i) Ht “Please, mum, cook's put the wine in the Christmas pudding, and would you please help me carry her upstairs?” —Gatery I've qot a long letter from Tur Oxe Seateo—all right, Garge, Pl r ud it to ye as ye're Passing Sitow ice an’ what'va got? An’ old fashioned Christmas! Snow on the ground an’ the merry sound of sleigh bells an’ a tang in the air... know what a tang is? tang goin’ to rain no more... and the merry laugh of a girl... all right, the merry laugh of two y open a new el to call it) “Ee well, what'f he is! hottles of Scotch, the water 10 take three bottles of what'f vou » OMecer s.. t's dam seldom Gordon wot? . I'll go quietly . where my hat is! Gry am “Heard from Vred lately?” “Yes, he writes to say that he is ina tight place.” “What's the trouble?” “He's a waiter in Edinburgh.” —Everynopy’s Wrekry Doctor—As 1 said, you've just regained conscionsness after the crash. Vin Dr. Peter, and Victim—Oh! for a fis me a shock. 1 the said you were St. Peter. Ter Bers nd you ht vou comicbooks.com