Judge, 1928-06-02 · page 10 of 36
Judge — June 2, 1928 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Page Analysis The main cartoon depicts a car accident where a woman driver (the "Lovely Driver") tells the injured motorcyclist not to mention the incident to her husband, implying she caused the accident through careless driving. This satirizes women drivers as incompetent and irresponsible—a common early 20th-century stereotype. The written pieces are humorous complaint letters: 1. **"An Open Letter"**: A man complains that Old Gold's blindfold taste-test advertising gave his wife ideas to prove she's a good cook. The joke mocks both the advertisement's premise and marital dynamics—his wife is clearly a poor cook, and he resents her ambitions. 2. **"A Safe Disguise"**: A brief joke about wearing deer skin as camouflage for hunting. 3. **"He Knew 'Em"**: A lawyer schedules appointments with a woman client at three and four o'clock, meeting his wife at noon—implying infidelity or dishonesty about his schedule. 4. **"Pollyanna, Incorporated"**: A satirical contrast between a man's grumpy morning complaints and a cheerful radio personality's upbeat morning broadcast—mocking artificial positivity versus reality.
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Lovery Driver (to victim)—Don’t mention this to. my hushand—he'd be furious. An Open Letter Old Gold Company, Gentlemen: I wish you'd stop advertising this blindfold test. It puts ideas in my wife's head, and anything like that is liable to give her head- aches, to which she is subject. I mean, she got the idea from your ad that she could convince me that she a good cook by means of this test. I was blind- folded, and three bowls of soup were placed on the table. Two contained canned soup and the other her own. Being — blind- folded I naturally spilled over one of the bowls when I put my elbow on the table. After I had changed my clothes the test was resumed. The soup had been re- warmed, so the first thing I did was burn my tongue. This really climinated me as a competent judge, but I was forced to con- tinue anyway. My wife is that way. I thought I tasted the label in my first sample, so I admitted wasn’t hers. I was then given a soda mint tablet to clear the taste. After locating the second plate, J sampled it, and she asked: “What do you think that is?” I replied: ‘“Whatsa- matter, don’t you believe what it says on the can?” The next spoonful 1 guessed was hers, but it seems I had n a spoonful out of a water tumbler. When she asked me then which I preferred I said the second course. That was hash, and I didn't need to be blindfolded be- cause I couldn't tell what was in it even with my eyes open. But, my meal was spoiled at the very beginning, in- stead of — the r fourth cours: anyw. as is custom Please give this your attention. and oblige, Bitty Gore. A Safe Disguise Tyro—What he the best hunt? Guide—A deer skin and ant- lers. would to wear on a deer costume He Knew ’Em Wife—Remember now, meet me at the Biltmore for lunch, at twelve. Lawyer—Very well, dear, but please be there by one, as I € an appointment with a woman client at three and can’t wait any longer than two, if I am to meet her at four. Pollyanna, Incorporated “Six o'clock! Darn that alarm clock. Shut it off before I smash it. Oh, well, I guess I must get up. Oh, but I'm tired. Martha. Oh, MARTHA! Where are my collar buttons? Well, you should know where they That's your job to know. I can't run this house too. I got plenty to do. Got eggs for br ? What! No eggs. Say, th tainly getting to be a fine home for me, I might just as well go some place. No, I eto kiss you. I'm ls alread , I can't kiss junior. PLEASE, let me go, will you? Of all the annoying households! Where are my gloves? No, I can’t find them. Good-bye .. .” (Fifteen minutes later) ood morning, folks, cheerio to you all. This is the early morning — Start-the-Day-with Smile Period from Stat Now, all together, let's have a great big, happy laugh before we do our exercises. Ready? H Ha! Ha! Fine. Now think of the happy robins and the singing larks and the merry butt gz all about. Get happy, get and ready now, hands hing toes. ILE! Start! One, two, three, four...” —Artuvr L. Lippmann are. boarding haven't ti comicbooks.com