Judge, 1928-02-18 · page 26 of 36
Judge — February 18, 1928 — page 26: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This is a page of short humorous jokes and quips from *Judge* magazine, a satirical publication. The content consists mostly of one-liner jokes submitted by readers from various colleges (M.I.T., Colorado, Arizona, etc.) and other sources. The humor is straightforward campus and domestic comedy: - **The "middle ages" joke** plays on double meaning—literal historical period versus the metaphorical age when one knows better but can't escape consequences - **The "Smith's wife" bit** jokes about office romance and jealousy - **The "Browns" exchange** is a simple back-and-forth about confusion over similar names - **The diner/waiter exchange** features mock-rude retorts The large cartoon at right shows a woman and progressively smaller children numbered 28-31, illustrating the caption about "great nuts from little acorns"—a joke about large families. These are gentle, period-appropriate jokes typical of 1920s-era college humor, with no deep political content or caricature of identifiable figures.
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Srupe—I ‘came to find out how I stand. Pror.—I can’t imagine. Room—I sure told that girl Gladys—You say he doesn’t what I thought of her. know how to kiss? M. I. T. Voo Doo Mate—And what did she say? Florence—I_ said he didn’t Room—She said she loved me, know how to kiss. Son—Father, what are the too. —Cororapo Dopo —Arizona Kitry Kat middle ages? Father—The middle ages, son, are the ages when people are old enough to know better, but not old enough to get away with it. —Cotoate Banter ———————— Excited Tourist (beckoning to cabby)—Hey! Cabby — Look here, mister, stop kiddin’ my horse. —Penn Puncu Bow. Click—So Smith’s wife made him fire his red-headed stenog- rapher? Clack—Yes, and he sends his letters out now with “Dictated, but not to Red” at the bottom of them! —Brown Jua She—Who's that fraternity brother of yours from Chicago? He—You mean Smith? She—No. He—Brown? She—No. He—Brown? She—I said no. He—Well, there are two Browns. I thought it might be the other one. —Brown Jua Diner (to waiter)—What’s the name of that selection the orches- tra is playing? Waiter—Go feather your nest. Diner—Go jump in the lake. I asked you a civil question. Great nuts from little acorns grow. —Louvisvittr Satyr —lTIowa State Green Ganver