Judge, 1928-04-28 · page 11 of 36
Judge — April 28, 1928 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis for Modern Readers This page from *Judge* contains two satirical pieces about generational conflict and parenting. **Top cartoon**: A father complains to his wife about "this generation's" trouble—likely referring to young people's behavior or attitudes. The specifics are unclear, but the satire targets parents' tendency to blame youth for social problems. **"Justified Homicide"**: A darkly comic piece where the narrator claims to have murdered a child—not by accident, but deliberately—because the boy drew mustaches on subway advertisement images. The narrator sarcastically expects no legal consequences, arguing the victim deserved it. This appears to satirize both excessive parental frustration with minor misbehavior and the public's tendency to blame youth for petty vandalism. **Bottom cartoon**: A father attempts to teach children the lottery game "Lotto," suggesting ironic commentary on what constitutes proper parental guidance. Overall, *Judge* satirizes generational anxieties and questions about parenting, childhood discipline, and what behaviors warrant concern or punishment in early 20th-century America.
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JUDGE Pava—Petting, ch! “Trouble? Justified Homicide just killed a little child. ’ u ing down upon him in powered car; crushing the frail, i ath from his wee 77 body ere my brakes would catch or I could swerve and save him, Not thus; nor even startled to rlf-defense when, bent on some innocent after-dinner prank, he rustling in the garden shrubbery beneath my window. No, in no such unwitting manner did I spatter my hands with the blood of childhood—but purpose- fully, wilfully; surprising the little Jad at his play, and hurling him with Herculean force and criminal intent under the wheels = of a moving train. Of course, I have been arrested; but no jury will convict me, no tabloid dub me fiend, no public clamor for my execution to avenge the par- enthood of the nation. My victim was the little boy who used to draw mustaches on all the ad- vertisement ladies in the elevated and subway stations. —Jaquita came You call this trouble?” Vy, That's the trouble with this generation! “ Shoot two-bits!” — Father has come up to the nursery with the idea of teaching the tems to play Lotto. comicbooks.com