Judge, 1928-02-04 · page 24 of 36
Judge — February 4, 1928 — page 24: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from Judge magazine contains various humor pieces typical of early 20th-century American satire. The jokes reference contemporary concerns: a wife using a "flesh-reducing roller" (weight loss obsession), bootleggers (Prohibition era), and a driver arrested for "driving while in a state of extreme infatuation" (romantic distraction). Several pieces mock authority figures—a judge, police, and store detectives. One story depicts detectives chasing a thief only to find him calmly waiting in the manager's office for a patrol wagon, mocking law enforcement's incompetence. The magazine includes college humor (from Hopkins, Princeton, Notre Dame, and other universities), a common Judge feature. References to "noose-paper" (play on "news-paper") and necks suggest wordplay-based humor typical of the era. The cartoons and jokes collectively satirize dating, weight consciousness, law enforcement, and social behavior, reflecting Jazz Age anxieties and preoccupations.
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JUDGE Joun—My wife has been using a flesh-reducing roller | for nearly two months. | Dor—And can you see any result yet? Joun—Yes, the much thinner now roller is —Boston Beanpot “Give them the other barrel,” said the generous bootlegger. —Pernn State Frotu Otp Guarv—Goin’ fishin’? Youxa Graro—IL-ll, no! My girl is dumb from the neck up and not so good from the neck down, but—oh, boy, that neck! —Jouns Hopkins Brack ano Biue Jay Judge—What officer? Offcer—Driving while in a state of extreme infatuation. —Princeton Tioer is the charge, “Think of your girl and lend me fi “Why think of her?’ “Because I'm taking her out.” —Notre Dame Jucorer Here’s a dime, son, get your- self an ice cream soda at the corner saloon, then stop at the drug store and bring your old man home. —Pitr Pantuer I’m mussel bound. —Catirornia PrLican “Prithee, the time?” “Ha! Ha! Gertie, I'm the editor of the Hangman’s Jour- nal.” ir, how pass thou “O, I see, a noose-paper.” —Western Reserve Rep Cat A Weighty Reply “Stop, thief!" shouted a woman. The man dropped all the articles he had stolen and fled along the aisles. At once the i store detectives and everyone q else gave chase. At the same time all the exits were guarded by plain clothes men and police. All hope of escape was shut off. Feverishly, they searched for the thief. At last they trailed him to the manager's office, and when they broke in they found him seated in a swivel chair, smoking a cigar. | “What are you doing here?” growled a cop as he seized him. “Believe it or not,” he an- swered, “I’m waiting for a patrol wagon.” Cc. C. N. Y. Mercury “What's a reverie?” “The umpire at a prize-fight.” —Texas Ranorr B comicbooks.com