Judge, 1928-01-14 · page 10 of 36
Judge — January 14, 1928 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several satirical humor pieces typical of early-to-mid 20th century Judge magazine: **Main Cartoons:** - **"Wanta buy a radio, Mister?"** shows an apartment building with residents singing loudly from windows, mocking how radios were becoming household fixtures that disturbed neighbors. - **"Second-Hand Information"** jokes about cars and marriage stereotypes—a "spurt model" car that starts then stops parallels bachelor vs. married life contradictions. - **"Our Love's for All the World to Know"** satirizes romantic couples who claim their love is "secret" yet broadcast it publicly through visible signs (lipstick marks). - **"Fish"** makes a mild pun about fishing through ice for "cherries" (slang for women/romance). **Broader Context:** The page satirizes modern conveniences (radios), marital disillusionment, and romantic hypocrisy—common Judge targets. The fashion note about "shoulder flowers" (likely floral brooches or decorative elements) gently mocks evolving women's fashion. The humor relies on observational social commentary rather than political satire.
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JUDGE seo A LOT ~ AND LEFTS TO THE Bopy COUMBIA THE cemM oF THE OEAN ‘3.9 on A DEW DEW < * DEWY DAY A worm e Second-Hand Information “My car runs a little ways and then stops.” “A spurt model, ch?” Bachelor (dreamily) — Some- times I yearn for the peace and comfort of married life. Married Friend (wistfully)— I always do. “Did you marry that girl of yours, or do you still cook your own breakfast and mend your own clothes?” “Yes.” Many a general who's covered with medals was never covered with guns. LG 15 WADING OF RIGHTS 3 Our Love’s for All the World to Know It seems that time alone, dearest, can crase Your all too tender brand. I trust you understand, As homewardly I go, That every man must know Our seeret, darling that’s written on my face. my For though it's of the sort that is untellable And just between us two; There's nothing I can do. My dear, without a doubt Our secret will come out Unless you lipstick that’s indelible. —Carrott Carrore buy some Fish The only fishing through the ice some people ever do is for cherries. Nitt—How’s the baby? Witt—Sh-h! The wife’s right back of me. The shoulder flowgrs grow and grow until we expect to see this become the vogue. comicbooks.com