Judge, 1928-04-07 · page 4 of 36
Judge — April 7, 1928 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several unrelated humor pieces typical of Judge's format: **Top cartoon** satirizes superstitious belief in signs and omens—mocking people who read meaning into random events. The woman's comment about scratching wood instead of surviving a car accident ridicules magical thinking. **Middle cartoons** are brief joke illustrations with minimal political content: one references slipping hazards in Philippine/tropical settings; another is wordplay about a Christmas ladder accident. **Bottom section** includes a "Soporific" (sleep-inducing) joke about insomnia remedies and a "Fleeing Burglar" cartoon showing a thief escaping through a window, breaking a mirror—again playing on superstition about bad luck. The page primarily offers social satire targeting everyday American anxieties and superstitions rather than specific political figures or events. The advertising notices ("Drug Store," "Four-leaf Clover Club") reinforce the commercial satirical format.
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JUDGE Why Most People Don’t Believe in Signs is blade must not be sharp- ened again.” | “Passengers must not stand on the platform.” | “Ready for occupancy Oc- tober Ist.” ¢ Old Bourbon Whiskey.” ckets bought from specu- lators will be refused at the door,” “Money cheerfully refunded if goods not satisfactory. ‘Il tour of the cele- ated Signor Serceehi.” “No intoxicating liquors al lowed in this restaurant.” “Drug Store.” Evtatir—I haven't been in an automobile accident fora year! But I'd better scratch wood, iw We had in the iolta. own Am Aud Ted. Hit Pipe this fast one I en- graved on the head of a pin during the Christmas holidays. “Ts this your ladder, Horton?” asked Morton. “Sure, Mor- ton,” said Horton, “Well, Horton, it doesn't look like yours,” said Morton, “Well, it’s my step-ladder, to be ex- act, Morton!" cracked Horton. Pick up the craps, boys, here comes the inspector! A Four-leaf Clover Club is a drink on the house. Soporific i First Flapper—What do you do for insomnia? Girl Friend—I count sheiks Freewnc Burotar—For the luvva Mike! And that mirroz jumping over the fence. I broke yéstaday wasn’t more'n two inches square! comicbooks.com