Judge, 1928-07-28 · page 5 of 36
Judge — July 28, 1928 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Page This page contains three separate humorous pieces satirizing early 20th-century social life: 1. **"Laugh That Off!"** mocks Prohibition-era bootlegging through dialogue about a "widower song," suggesting wives drive men to drink and justifying bootlegging. 2. **"We Were Excepted"** jokes about newlyweds' initial domestic skills declining as they stop entertaining guests—referencing period expectations about wives' homemaking duties. 3. **"To the Wormess"** appears to mock complaint-heavy radio programming and references "that Turk" (unclear figure) who was excessively polite. The beach illustration shows people in wool swimming suits complaining about heat—likely satirizing impractical Victorian-era beachwear standards that persisted into the modern era. The overall tone reflects Judge's typical satirizing of contemporary manners, marriage dynamics, and social conventions.
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JUDGE Laugh That Off! Life is a game and we all play a \ ¢ : | part, ; ‘The bootlegger, the customer and the enforcement agent; The agent, it scems, does the best that he can, But the bootlegger spreads moon- shine around, © you heard the Widower “How does that go?” “Widower go from here, boys, widower go from her My wife's driving me wild— she humors me too darn much.” “But, man, I don't see why you should kick when she humors you!” “No? Well, all day long it’s : humors do this for me and humors a do that for me!” “Have you seen anything of my daughter?” “Good heavens, mum! Wot a question?” We Were Excepted When we were first married, ad lots of home cookin But, after a while, our friends weren't at home so much. nah body here seen The ocean wav and billows go artistically modern; the gentle curve gives place to the angle and cube. To the Wormess ‘The worm turns—he turns over his pay envelope. When we hear some of the pro- | grams forced on it, we don’t won- der the radio squawks. * A - - Then there was that Turk, who x 3 a. r ji é a Bh rretille Verret | was so polite he even salaamed — Lott ad | the door. Rutu—Dear me, it’s awfully hot today! Emtty—Yes—these woolen suits are roasting! — : eet. eet comicbooks.com