Judge, 1928-09-22 · page 5 of 36
Judge — September 22, 1928 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three distinct pieces of satire: 1. **"The Siren Song"** (poem): Mocks auctioneers' repetitive "going-going-gone" chant, satirizing both their sales tactics and consumers' susceptibility to purchasing useless items. 2. **"Hey Jake, the Barometer's Falling"** (top cartoon): Two men discuss domestic life, with one bragging about getting life insurance while his wife complains he's self-centered. The barometer reference appears to be wordplay about falling circumstances. 3. **"The cop who commandeered a pedestrian"** (middle cartoon): Depicts a police officer using a citizen as a human shield against danger—satirizing police abuse of authority. 4. **Bottom cartoon**: Shows a crowd gathering around someone, with caption "Hello, De-e-arie—guess who this is," likely mocking a social encounter or reunion. The page also contains a **Scotch Grams advertisement** for Sawyer addenda paper.
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The Siren Song This is the ery of the aucti “Going—going—gone !" This is the cry that the suckers hear: “Going—-going—gone !" This is the call that makes the customers choose Cloisonné cabinets, nautical views And glitterin will use: adgets they never “Going—going—gone !” What am I bid for this Japanese rug “Going—going A beautiful: Renaissance shaving mug— “Going—going—gone !" We bid like a baby in need of a nurse. Pee ai et eee woes “HEY, JAKE, THE BAROMETER'S FALLING.” RASPED Until every copper that’s kept in ROSCOE THE RIVETER our purse Fat, fat, the water rat, fifty bullets in your hat—you're it! | Is going—going—GONE! Speaking of It—two of the fluffs were punching the bag. —A. L. L. married the other girl, but I got even,” said Gwen. honey?” queried Wen, Oh, I sent her a copy of St ‘Travels with a Donkey’ for her honeymoon!” grifed “That's telling em, hey, Fat Lady?” : ' Husband—Well, dear, today I and got my life insured. You woul ou big wal- | rus—always thinking of yourself. | “Well, I go home to my downy | cot.” “Downy?” t “Yeah, the kind you let down from the wall.” The cop who commandeered a pedestrian “Comb to me,” said I to the barber's daught trying to scis- i sor hand. But she cut me short, told me to go towel. Eh, bien! So we parted, and I'll lather alone from now on. CAN FILTHY POSITION AM VARIABLE MANHOOD WORK CANCEL ANYTHING WINDOW I START. | SAWYER ADDENDA PAPER 1 H 4 4 “Hello, De-e-e-arie—guess who this is” comicbooks.com