Judge, 1928-03-17 · page 12 of 36
Judge — March 17, 1928 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several satirical pieces typical of early 20th-century American humor: **"Companionate Horse Marriage"**: A dialogue between two horses discussing marriage economics satirizes the "companionate marriage" movement—a real 1920s trend advocating trial marriages or marriages based on companionship rather than permanence. The joke uses horses to mock the idea's absurdity, suggesting even animals could adopt it. **"Mad Dog" and "Less Formal"** are brief humorous anecdotes: the first jokes about mistaking shaving cream for toothpaste; the second tells a joke about a Black preacher cleverly requesting help by framing it as a "report" rather than an "appeal" to his bishop. The cartoons illustrate these pieces with period-appropriate drawings. The overall tone reflects Judge magazine's approach: gentle social satire targeting contemporary trends and racial stereotypes typical of that era's mainstream humor publications.
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JUDGE Wood Face—1 two can live as cheaply as one; will you marry me? Flabby Lil—Yes, but you are not earning sufficient to maintain me in the style of which I have been acecustomed. Wood Face—Well, each of us is paying 12.50 apiec and 12.50 is 25 and we can furniture on the instalment plan. Flabby Lil (suggestively)—I have a suggestion. Why not companionate horse — marriage? After all, we can still meat-ball the folks and if you still love me after a year, we can move over to the Manger. And so it is decided. A year later we find thes: two happy horses living in connubial bliss, having avoided that first year wherein is strewn so many pit- falls, like she need never sce him with the lather on his face and he don’t even know she wears a mud-mask whilst in the Land of Nod. And they bring up a fine ly of eight children, all boys, ery one of them running at o vor Lincoln Fields or where. I think this proves success- fully what a horse boon com- panionate marriage really is and it would not surprise me in the least to find that other of the lower animals would be quick to all x Dry Ratoer—Can’t take a chance raiding this place, people Ue out so stiff and straight. You must be wrong. SNooren—Listen, this guy's wise; he puts starch in the cock- tails, adopt the suggestion. I under- stand that at the present time there are two leopards and a covey of wolverines at the Bronx Zoo who have been trying out this novel plan with good results. Perhaps you and I may live to see the day when even “Homo Sapiens” himse!f tries out this new marital schem but I dare- say we are looking a bit too far ahead. Thank you very much, Mad Dog! Did you ever take up frothing at the mouth in a serious way? You will. And there'll be quite a thrill in it when, on a dull gray morning after a bright pink night before, you mistake the shaving- cream tube for the tooth-paste and squeeze out a brushful. For astonishing results, brush vigorously. You'll soon be considering yourself a lucky dog at being in the seclusion of your own bath- room, instead of in the crowded street running for tl al at- tention as cops began firing into plate-glass windows and_ shoot- ing innocent bystanders. where you'd attract gene —Onrson Lowen Less Formal A Negro preacher had pes- tered his bishop so much with appeals for help that the bishop finally told him with a tone of finality that he didn't want to hear any more appeal from him. The next week there came an other letter from the preacher as follows: “Dear Bishop: I as sure you this is not an appeal. It is a report. I have no pants.” comicbooks.com lg |