Judge, 1928-04-14 · page 26 of 36
Judge — April 14, 1928 — page 26: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine collects college humor and jokes submitted by students from various universities (Stanford, Lafayette, Oregon Agricultural, George Washington, Williams, Harvard, etc.), circa 1928-1930. The content satirizes college life through student-submitted quips: - **"Lay On MacDuff"** jokes about a chicken's egg-laying, playing on the famous Macbeth line - **"Poor Me"** mocks faculty censorship of college humor magazines and student publications - Various one-liners target college dating culture, including double entendres about "drags" (dates) with coeds and the social awkwardness of courtship - A pun equates "philanderer" with "Philadelphia" - The final cartoons depict college mischief: avoiding work, evading convent visits (suggesting inappropriate behavior) The page reflects 1920s college culture anxieties: administrative control of student expression, courtship conventions, and the tension between youthful rebellion and institutional authority. The humor is relatively mild by modern standards—mostly clean puns and observational jokes about academic life.
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Betra—Can you see thre my disguise? a—Oh, only here —Henry Fraventuar, ough and Lafayette '29 “What is a philanderer, pop?” “A man from Philadelphia, Johnny. Now run along and let papa read his newspaper.” -Ropert Bett, Oregon Ag. College Our idea of A fellow who Has a drag With the Co-eds Is the one who kisses them and then pushes them a and says, “No, you can't have any more 28 —Howaro M. Baccertr, George Washington U. "29 ue) euCH le | ADRS ER ¢ | < RE A\ | Lay On MacDuff There she lay, quiet and se- rene when all about her was hubbub and noise. How I longed to reach out and touch her, but I dared not for fear of disturbing her in her rest. The fear that I might not have cared for her properly was clutching my heart —but I was helpless—ves, less than helpless at this stage of affairs. The thought alone could see it through and either come out victorious—or— fail was too great a strain, I slowly turned away, and left her laying there—left her laying what would be her three hundred and sixty-fifth egg. —F. K. Moran, Stanford '28 she Poor Me Ah, pity the college wits; their lot is mean. Suppression haunts the wretched college jokers: The faculty sourly censor their magazine, They hear their efforts panned by college croakers— Full m: is born to blush obse And né‘er be whispered save at college smokers. —Lazar Gra 33 GADDTEN) —_Z IPATIIZER—Why are you in jail, my man? Citicacoan—Because some- body slammed a door. “But! — “And I began to dodge bul lets and was arrested for danc- ing on Sun —Dantayman, Williams °29 “Lend me your Tux tonight, Jack; I know you aren't going | to wear it.” “How do you know?” your girl | out myself —Roorn D. Wurvon, Harvard, ‘0, Mr. Greenburg is out for the nonce.” “Aha! So he's over at the convent again.” —Atan Baxter, Williams ’30 comicbooks.com