Judge, 1928-04-21 · page 19 of 36
Judge — April 21, 1928 — page 19: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two separate pieces of satire: **"To My Grandmother, My 'Buddy'"** (top): A humorous poem praising a modern, unconventional grandmother figure ("Grandmother Squeers") who drinks cocktails and highballs despite her age, rejects traditional morality talk about Hell, and owns a dog that responds to drinks rather than whistles. The joke mocks both Prohibition-era drinking culture (where cocktails like "Flytox" suggest low-quality liquor) and generational change—presenting an elderly woman as a liberated "buddy" rather than a prim Victorian grandmother. The accompanying cartoons illustrate the chaos and revelry this causes. **"Corona"** (bottom): A dark pun about a Mr. Corona found dead at his typewriter. The "joke" is that he was coincidentally surrounded by Corona-brand products (Corona typewriter, Corona cigarettes), making his death appear to be about the brand name rather than actual causes. It's wordplay relying on the coincidence of the surname matching commercial products. Both pieces reflect 1920s-30s satirical humor targeting social conventions and consumer culture.
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-— = — = To My Grandmother, My “Buddy” The thing that [like about Grandmother Squeers Is the fact that she’s modern in spite of her years, She doesn’t take stock in this talk Mama—TI wonder if daughter had a nice party last night? about Hell Para—Well, it looks as if there had been a little restraint, And her flask is ay deep as the Bottomless Well, re _ And as to the contents, she cares $ not a bit, Be they cocktails of Flytox or highballs of Plit. Granny Squcers has a hound-sort of beast called a Blin. | You don’t call him by whistling; you merely take drinks, | And when he up astride And he takes us right out for a heavenly ride. We cling to his back just as long as we're able, Then he gently deposits us under | the table. ppears we just get And therefore I say with a slight touch of pride You can search the whole world, you can seare! The way they located Father after he’d temporarily lost his reason, ar and wide, But better companions will never be found Than) my darling old) Grand- mother Squeers and her hound. Corona A Mr. Corona, of Corona, Long Island, was found dead in his living-room. It was evident that he had been typing a letter, beeause he was seated before his Corona, It also developed that he had been smoking a Corona- Corona, The coroner was called and pronounced it a case of coinci- dence. comicbooks.com