Judge, 1928-09-29 · page 16 of 36
Judge — September 29, 1928 — page 16: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three satirical pieces from the Prohibition era (likely 1920s-early 1930s): **"A Tempest in a Tea-Cup"**: Mocks Prohibition enforcement. A man orders "cold tea" at a speakeasy but suspects it's actually alcohol disguised. The joke inverts expectations—the waiter tricks him by serving *actual* cold tea instead, exploiting the secrecy around illegal drinking. **"Our Own Straw Vote"**: Satirizes election polling methods. The writer counts political candidate signs on passing automobiles as an informal survey, finding "Ford, 304" leading over Hoover and Smith. This likely references the 1928 presidential election, mocking crude polling techniques. **The top cartoon**: Shows a man fleeing a woman who's apparently assaulted him, captioned about getting "a kick outa kissing"—likely satirizing changing social attitudes toward physical affection or dating. The page reflects 1920s preoccupations: Prohibition's unpopularity, emerging polling methods, and social modernization around gender and courtship.
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JUDGE Him—Zowie! I sure get a kick outa kissing you! A Tempest in a Tea-Cup Our Own Straw Vote | This prohibition stuff rather gets my goat. Well, it was a surprise, the results we ootained . i q | For instance, I went the other night to a place from it. Possibly it was because of the unique that is above suspicion of a Sahar: method we used in getting it. The j A dapper-looking chap came up to automobile vote, you might call it. serve me, We just stood on the: corner and | I ordered, then as a seeming af S counted the signs on the terthought, g: about me. I f automobiles as they passed. slightly arched left eyebrow rs (We couldn't cross, there and winked mj * were so man i | “And you maj fe a Here are the r pot of cold tea first.” ra turns of the first five min- i I leaned back contentedly in utes: Hoover, 1 Smith, | my chair, and when he re 200; Ford, 304. } turned, placed a crisp five-dol 3 lar bill before him. Without fear of microbes or baccili, he strangled the bill into his 7 pocket. What a beautiful color was ‘a the amber fluid as I let it slow- > ly flow into the cup. I smiled in anticipa- tion and raised it to my lips. But the crook had put it over on me. e It WAS cold tea! —Victror Davies “Off to Mars! Thank God I’m through with this world!” Certainly Is Man in water — Help! help! [ can’t swim, Hardhoiled customer on dock—Well, now's as good a time as any to Remember This! A woman can't make a fool out of a man unless she has cooperation. 4 comicbooks.com