Judge, 1928-08-04 · page 13 of 36
Judge — August 4, 1928 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This is a humorous column from Judge's editorial section, circa 1927, written in a casual, rambling style typical of the magazine's satirical voice. The author (identity unclear from the page) uses self-deprecating comedy about returning to the hot city while others vacation in upscale destinations (Martha's Vineyard, the Berkshires, etc.). The satire targets: 1. **Al Smith**: References to "Al (Al) Smith" mock the 1928 presidential candidate, playing on a drunk man confusing one Al Smith with two "Al Smiths" and mistakenly voting for the "Smith Brothers" (a cough-drop brand). 2. **Raskob reference**: Likely Jake Raskob, DuPont executive and Democratic National Committee chair—apparently a contemporary political figure. 3. **Social drinking**: The "German Tom Collins" joke satirizes Prohibition-era cocktail culture and creative drinking methods. The cartoons illustrate the editor's complaints and the humorous anecdotes. The tone is self-mocking rather than viciously satirical—typical Judge fare mixing politics, social observation, and lowbrow humor.
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JUDGE <a ES 5 oS at the studio, I give you the temperature Here we are b Folks . . . first we weather reports (of the Editor), 9¢ looks like rain! He has an aw- ful grouch; J never cared for 'n awful grouch, but he’s got an aw- very cloudy 1... [tell you, F and all my good friends in Green- wich, it certainly is good to be back! There's no finer place in summer than New York, except Lake Placid, Martha’s Vineyard, The Berkshires, Spring Lake, Southampton, Montreal, Adiron- dacks, Europe, and all points north! But somebody's got to stay in the hot, stifling city and on! Where would this na- tion be without thin-lipped men like me! Someone's got to do the work! Everybody cannot shirk! Well, maybe it is the heat! Which reminds me, After the next clec- tion, we're going to get our “corn” on the Raskob! IT just. thought that up! And then there was the inebriated (crocked, fried, whoop- gen- tleman who looked at the picture of Al (Al) Smith and said, “I'm going to vote for the Smith Brothers!" You see, he was so befuddled that he saw two Al (Al) Smiths, and that is four Ha- There! ning Is that my money, Boss? = BA ae Speaking of Hunting Tigers in Brittany, have you ard of German Tom Coilins? (Migawd, is he going to start that. stuff Well, I'm going to fool again!) you, you dirty little reader, you! ‘And, anyway, if you don’t like this column, what do you read it for? Noone asked you to read it, did they? And you'd better not let anyone hi page cithe r you knocking this A million people would) spr: arms overnight! Well, anyway, my mother would! Oh, yes, a German Tom Collins. Well, the latest thing in the marts of trade (you know the marts, brothers?) is to drink your T. Collins out of a beer stein! A beer stein (a large glass with a handle) holds three Collins, and that’s why rhodadendrums won't wintertime. If that isn’t spelt right, pretend I said begonias. And if that isn’t spelt right, make out I said—all right, Fl shut up! blossom in’ the Letter received from Jimmic Sharp, May 16th, 1 a ia % “Friend, Jr.: After reading one of your books, “Here's How,” and n't get anything but Mis sissippi Scotch, whiteh some of it is so bad you canot goe it, I will (Continued on page 32) yr as we % ~ €omicbooks.com