Judge, 1928-09-22 · page 23 of 36
Judge — September 22, 1928 — page 23: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three distinct satirical pieces from Judge magazine (a humor/satire publication): 1. **"The Horse" cartoon (left)**: A visual gag about someone feeling "imposed upon"—likely mocking naive trust or gullibility, shown through exaggerated physical comedy of figures stacked precariously. 2. **"Reynolds" cartoon (center-top)**: References a newspaper "scoop" by someone named Reynolds that excites a "city editor," satirizing sensationalist journalism and how editors eagerly pursue scandalous stories to attract readers ("panic the cash customers"). 3. **"Pate Patter" (center & right)**: A poem by Arthur L. Lippmann lampooning baldness treatments and vanity. The narrator spent years on expensive hair tonics, appointments, and treatments while his partner Bill Hartner ignored all this—yet Hartner ended up bald anyway. The joke: excessive grooming and expensive remedies are pointless. The right cartoon shows a jobless marionette entertainer resorting to banditry—satirizing economic desperation. The page mocks vanity, journalistic sensationalism, and the gap between effort and outcomes.
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Tue Honse—I feel sure I’m being imposed upon! REYNOLDS YOU HAVE MADE A WONDERFUL SCOOP/ ENCOURAGED THE INCORRUPTIGLE C{TY EDITOR Oh, baby, won't this panic the cash customers out there in the shredded- at belt! Old Mr. Snedeker was angling along a brook when he saw little Herman fishing. “What are you fishing for, Herman?” he asked, “Yel Herman's line. smigs,” “Why, what are those?” again asked » “oldster.” “How should I T hain'’t caught none snapped Herman testily. © it a hand, dopes, and let's folksy.” was Pate Patter For oceans of lotions splashed on my head, For treatments and tonies I've d. By artists tonsorial easily led, For years 1 hopefully made Appointments that have where ointments were heaped on my hair, Appointments now called For what can I decade of care? sadly re- show for this My partner, Bill Hartner, dis- d my pains ! And laughed at my hair-raising hopes. His head, kept exposed to the sun and the rains, He washed with the crudest of soaps. Massages he shunned and showed little respect For tonics that had me ap- palled. And what's the result of his years He's t —Antive L. Lippmann The out of work, tries his hand at banditry, marionette entertainer, comicbooks.com