Judge, 1928-10-20 · page 22 of 36
Judge — October 20, 1928 — page 22: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects several satirical humor pieces targeting early 20th-century social conventions: **Main cartoons:** Two sketches mock the wealthy and automobiles. The first shows a couple racing to a country club; the second depicts them passing a large haystack, which a local dismissively calls "their dump"—mocking nouveau riche pretension. **Text humor pieces** include: - A mother offended when her son disrespectfully calls his father "the old Oil Can" (a cheapskate) - A vendor caught selling a "canary" that's actually a sparrow with painted gold coating - A tramp's crude joke about chopping pie from his wife **Social satire targets:** Women's role anxieties (birth control and weight management), class aspirations among the newly wealthy, marital discord, and working-class irreverence toward authority. The magazine mocks both upper-class pretension and lower-class vulgarity. Recurring themes: women's "trouble with men," infidelity anxiety, and consumerism's emptiness. The satirical tone assumes readers share disdain for social climbers and appreciate crude humor.
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Youne Lavy or tik Pertoo—IWe haven't niuch time—come on, Billy, snap into it! “How far to the country club?” “Right around the next turn. That's their dump you're look- ing at.” JUDGE Ma, the old Oil Can is down in the cellar. Bobby, how often have I told you not to speak so disrespect- fully of your father? The trouble with most women is their trouble with most men, A Bedtime Story The shades of night were falling fast The s« For Mal ne Was most appallin’ 1 couldn't go to bed Because the shades had fallen. Guilty You sold me a canary yester- day, didn't you? I don't’ really — remember, Madam, Well, here’s the bill. That'll prove it, won't it? Well, yes. I suppose we did sell it to you. What's the matter with it, won't it sing? Sing, hell. I gave it its bath this morning and the gold paint came off, It's nothing but a sparrer. There's many a nip Twixt the hip and the lip. Early Piety One day a tramp knocked at a back d To him came the master of the house. The tramp spoke up: “If you have a ax, mister, Pl...” To whom the M. O. H. made reply: “If I'd a sharp ax I'd of chopped a piece off my wife's pie and eaten it myself.” The two uppermost thoughts now controlling the minds of women are birth and girth con- trol, Nothing succeeds like excess. —Groree Mrrenent comicbooks.com