Judge, 1928-04-21 · page 28 of 36
Judge — April 21, 1928 — page 28: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains **advertising and theatrical commentary**, not political satire. The **left side** is a Pocket Ben watch advertisement, emphasizing reliability for busy people—a straightforward commercial from Western Clock Company. The **right side** features two items: 1. **"Judging the Shows"** (theater criticism, continued from page 19): A critic named Nathan vents about his invisibility and lack of acclaim. He envies actor Mack, who receives public admiration and gets to star in flattering plays. Nathan fantasizes about writing himself a starring role where audiences shower him with praise as "hot stuff" and "a thing of beauty." This is humorous self-deprecating commentary on theatrical ambition and ego—Nathan admits his jealousy of performers' glamorous treatment. 2. **A caption cartoon** (bottom right) shows a boy telling adults his mother caught a burglar, but the father didn't come home—implying marital infidelity rather than actual burglary. It's labeled "Passing Snow," suggesting dark humor about domestic situations. The page is primarily **not satirical but entertainingly cynical** about show business and relationships.
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New Model PocketGen The busier you are, the more you need a reli- able watch. This new model Pocket Ben is that kind —and it’s not only good- looking but sturdy— dependable. Sold everywhere for $1.50. With night-and- day dial, $2.25. Built by the makers of Big Ben and other Westclox WESTERN CLOCK COMPANY LaSalle, Illinois 4 wind-sbleld, Bov—Mother heard ‘as ‘ow you caught a burglar last night, an® she says will you please let me didn't come ‘ome last night. Judging the Shows ( Continued from page 19) Mack for his own use—he plays, need I mention the fact? hero—it must give Mr. M degree of personal glow : poor, humble critic like myself not only has never enjoyed but greatly envies. As T move about in this world, I find my valor and beauty totally lost upon the per- sons who cross my path. ‘Though iny ear is always, with a some- what tic eagerness, cocked to overhear whispered tributes to my shape and loveliness and to my muscle and winning charm, I never hear so much as a peep. What I want to hear, when I pass elegantly by, is, “Ah! There gocs the handsome and courtly Nathan!", “What a truly ma cent fellow!", “What beauty of face and form ‘I could love a oman like that!" and ‘That's Nathan! Was there ever so Greek a goc But do I hear it, or anything like it? What I I do not. lear is, ‘There's that tave a look at tim, ’cos father Passixe Siow, dirty bum!" such a mu) Well, I'm getting tired of it, that’s what; I'm getting tired of it. I want to get at least a vicarious kick by writing a pls for myself like this t has written for himself. ‘ tenth line of which Mack compels of the lesser characters to whisper in awe that Mack is the cat's. TI want to get myself up in a splendiferous costume — and stand in front of a big audience and have myself alluded to every few minutes as hot stuff, a tropi- cal lover, an Apollo, a fellow with a divil of with him, a dog with the ladies, a thing of beauty and a joy forever, the way Mack gets himself alluded to. And I won't rest until, after forty years of suppressed desire, I get my wish. r “Did you ever see comicbooks.com