Judge, 1928-04-21 · page 8 of 36
Judge — April 21, 1928 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains multiple satirical jokes and cartoons typical of early-20th-century American humor: **"And—Then There Was Alice"** parodies flowery romantic prose by describing a woman in elaborate poetic terms, then undercutting it with the final line—her voice is "as the siren's—the fire siren," a crude joke deflating the sentimentality. **"Beweave It or Not"** is a pun-based joke about a fabric merchant's wife attempting to deceive him ("pull the wool over his eyes"), with the punchline playing on "cotton" (the fabric) and "caught in the act." **"Commutation"** shows a death-row inmate told he won't be hanged, with his dark reply "No noose is good news"—a grim play on the phrase "No news is good news." **"Deep-sea Diver"** appears to reference Darwinian evolution, with a laborer threatening to quit if conditions don't improve. The other brief jokes target bigamy, college graduates, and immigration ("decanter" vs. "melting pot"). The cartoons use visual exaggeration and wordplay typical of Judge's satirical style.
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JUDGE And—Then There Was Alice Her limbs were as ivory carved by a loving master. Her eyes were limpid depths of violet, and her lips were as the petals of the dewy rose. Spun gold were scarce finer than her hair. . And her voice, her voice was as the siren’s—the fire siren. —G.N.L. Deer-sea Diver—Darwgun- nit. . . if I don't get a raise TU quit! pretty soon now . Benatan—Wot gosh-awful stuff to leave layin’ around! « Beweave It or Not” Nitt—So the fabric king's wife tried to pull the wool over his eyes? Witt—Yes, but she was cotton the act. Modern Version: Little girls should be seen and not hard. 2G el IT AIN'T THE HEAT, IT'S THE BROMIDITY GORGE: GAGGED THE OUS BACK BAY WAG Thanks, Grace H., but I'm already married to three wom- en, already I’m married to three women I mean. “How would simply ‘Gone Home’ look on the stone, Mrs, Mcll- hooey?” queried the stone- mason, “*: l—it was al- ways the last place he thought of going,” was the widow's acid confession. And as the tear-drops pour, I find a broken jaw AMONG MY SOUVENIRS! Commutation Counsel (to condemned)—You are not going to be ged after Ex '28—IVhat’s the name all. of this college we just gradu- Killer—No noose is good news. ated from? Ditto —Search looked at me, 1 ain't my diploma yet! Ameriga isn’t a melting pot, it’s a decanter. comicbooks.com