Judge, 1928-03-31 · page 5 of 36
Judge — March 31, 1928 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page from *Judge* magazine contains several unrelated satirical sketches and jokes typical of early 20th-century humor: **"Bugles of Spring"** is a poem mocking romantic poetry about spring, suggesting poets exaggerate nature's beauty. The other cartoons depict everyday social situations: a woman concerned about sleeping porch etiquette; a museum patron claiming distinction as the "only fight fan" who doesn't call champions by nicknames; a hotel clerk requiring league affiliation for registration; a joke about marriage as a "fifty-fifty proposition"; and a mishap involving a woman fainting while trying on a dress. These sketches satirize contemporary social conventions, pretension, and domestic life rather than addressing specific political figures or events. The humor relies on relatable middle-class scenarios and wordplay rather than topical commentary.
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JUDGE Bugles of Spring ——s Lyric poets now sing of the bugles of Spring With «a good deal more rhym- ing than reaso What a picture they paint of this premature, faint Reveille to the Bess forthcoming ce. Though the poets declare they can hear in the air Elfin bugles presaging fair roses, It is all somewhat queer, for the | bugles J hear Are vociferous blowings of The animal cracker factory in our neighh rained cats and dogs for hours. ood blew up, and it Dime M mM. Patrox— What's this fellow's claim to eram distinction? “Well, [ passed my ukulele Aresban test, but [flunked in necking.” fight “Howja come out in He's the only fan in’ existence who doesn't call the champion “Hey! The woman next door dropped dead while trying on a “My heavens! What kind of @ dress?” “Davenport, I'm afraid you'll have to sleep indoors tonight “Well, Abdul, how's your romance coming on?” “It's in the bag.” Hotel Clerk—Madam, you must register under your hus- band’s name. “T belong to the Lucey Stone League.” “And 1, Madam, to the Lord's Day Alliance.” Marriage isa fifty-fifty propo- sition. “Yeah; fifty for this and fifty for that!" They laughed when I called the French waiter, but their merri- ment turned to chagrin when I motioned him to hand the check to the other guy. comicbooks.com