Judge, 1928-07-28 · page 11 of 36
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page from Judge presents humor through two distinct pieces: **"Perelman's Children's Weekend Guide"** is a satirical advice column (likely by S.J. Perelman, a prominent humorist) offering tongue-in-cheek summer vacation tips for children. The main joke involves a letter from "Frances Pooch" complaining about a peeping tom who watches her bathe. Perelman's response sardonically dismisses her concerns by praising the human body's beauty and offering to "look into it"—clearly inappropriate advice presented as earnest counsel. This mocks advice columnists' tendency toward patronizing platitudes. The secondary cartoon about clams is absurdist wordplay: the punchline hinges on calling a female clam a "she-clam" and a male a "he-clam," making them convenient dance partners. **"Café au Rotunde"** (lower cartoon) depicts a social scene with the caption "Sure—is that his better half? / He—No—that's his Latin quarter!" This plays on "better half" (spouse) versus "Latin quarter" (Parisian neighborhood), suggesting the woman is a romantic interest rather than a wife. The humor relies on sexual innuendo and double entendre typical of 1920s-30s Judge satire.
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~ Perelman’s Children’s Week- end Guide Now that all my little rascals have laid away their slates and spit-balls. and’ are prepared to woo “Dame Vacation” and “Dame Outdoors,” a few pointers on how to manage their week-ends will not come amiss. Yesterd ceived a letter from Pooch of Fatuous, New Je with a query that Iam sure you will all want to hear. “Dear Mr. Perelm: letter, “I have been troubled a good deal the last few evenings with a guy leering over the tran- som: every time I take a bath. Whenever I rise from the table and announce that I am going to take a bath, he always gets up and starts to leer over the tran- som. As I almost al a bath in ‘the nude,’ this is very embarrassing to me. I think this man’s i and, believe me, I shall I do? nxiously, nances Poocu.” Frances, I'm afraid you © to do as your own con- science dicta After all, the body is a beautiful thing, don’t you think, and nobody should ‘be ashamed to be caught in the nude. Of course there are a A few boulders to take the place of office furniture during the summer gives a rustic and enjoyable atmosphere, lot of people with evil. minds, but hold your head high, F ces, and give yourself ag scrub even if the whole U. S. Sen- ate is looking on. However, if Sue—lIs that his better half? He No—that’s his Latin quarter! this really bothers you a great deal, send me your address and the location of your bathroom, and I will look into it. But getting back to the week- ends. If you are going down to the shore, you will certainly want to be able to tell a clam from the other shellfish, or “bicuspids.” Sometimes it is no casy matter to s tell a clam, for they are rarely good listeners and are prone to draw into themselves. Indeed, it is no uncommon experience to walk along the beach and say to a clam, “Good afternoon to you, t are you today?", only to ave the canny bivalve shut up a clam and walk aloofly away. Clams, oddly enough, are of both sexes; that is, a clam is both a he-clam and a she-clam at the time. This makes it very convenient just before a big dance, for instance. Let us say that Bob, a be lam, wants to go to the annual Clam- el Ball, but has no partner. He simply calls up his boy-friend clam and says: (Continued on page 31) same comicbooks.com