Judge, 1928-06-30 · page 10 of 37
Judge — June 30, 1928 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This page contains three satirical pieces from Judge magazine: **"Life's a Funny Thing, Lady"**: A domestic cartoon mocking the "voice of Far Rockaway"—likely a regional dialect character—showing a couple at home. The humor involves a child's embarrassing answer about his father's job at a circus. **"The Golden Jubilee"**: The main satire celebrates a couple's 50th wedding anniversary—but with a dark twist: they're actually commemorating 50 years of **divorce**, not marriage. The old gentleman toasts their separation and warns against "foolishly remarry[ing]." This jokes about post-WWI divorce culture and the "Reno Romeo" reference (Reno was the divorce capital of America). The satire mocks both marital breakdown and alimony complications. **"Vocal Training Before the Days of Luckies"**: A brief joke about a concert singer's wife using tobacco (Battleship Cut Plug brand) to improve his throat/voice. The page reflects 1920s attitudes toward divorce as scandalous yet increasingly common—worthy of satirical commentary.
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This is Elmer Perelman, the Voie. stand by for something or other. Matzoth in the third grade, “what does JUDGE of Far Rockat y; please said Miss your father do?” “I don't like to say,” replied the little ape. “Crash through, Claude, crash through,” commanded his teacher. “ALL right, then; he’s the bearded lady in a circus!” spake Claude in dulcy tones. We will now take up the collection. The Golden Jubilee The dear, white-haired couple stood in the middle of the ball- room and smiled happily as their friends and relatives came up to congratulate them. She was a petite, frail little lady, bent, yet still retaining a suggestion of the beauty that had made her the belle of Brooklyn. His shoulders were bowed by the weight of the years but he stood bravely erect now, smilingly acknowledging the felicitations of their guests. fty years! Nearly a life- time! Half a century! Fifty years ago the automobile was un- known, the sandwich had not yet heen glorified, man had not dreamed of flying, much less of spanning the Atlantic. The guests clustered about Darby and Joan while the or- chestra played Auld Lang Syne. Glasses were raised in a toast and everyone applauded. The old gentleman raised his hand for silence “Friends,” he feelingly said, “we are thrilled to have you here with us today. It is an epochal moment in our lives. We passed our tenth anniversary, our twen- ticth, our thirtieth, Now we are proud indeed to stand here before you and celebrate the fiftieth an- niversary of our divorce. We have both been very contented apart, and if we are spared there are still years of happiness ahead of us, provided we do not fool- ishly remarry. Thank you, one and all.” The band struck up “He's Her Reno Romeo” and there wasn't a dry eye in the room as the old alimony» payer led his sweet divoreée to the dinner table. —Anrtiun L. Lippmann = Mus. Hynnin—Ruppert is acting up again. He deserves @ spanking. Mr. Hypriw—Averi, dearie, paddle your own Gnu. aoe WF Vege SPT *) A pars sy THe cat Traintna Berore tur Days ov Luckies en's Wive—Hubert, your throat is improving! I do believe it’s the Battleship Cut Plug! comicbooks.com