Judge, 1928-12-22 · page 10 of 36
Judge — December 22, 1928 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page from *Judge* presents early 20th-century American humor through multiple short jokes and cartoons. The top cartoon mocks political corruption with two caricatured figures labeled as "honest politicians" engaging in obvious graft—the ironic title undercuts their pretense of integrity. Below that, a racist joke depicts "Sambo," a Black man, misunderstanding legal acquittal as permission to return a stolen watch. This reflects the deeply offensive racial stereotyping common in period comedy. The right column collects brief puns and one-liners playing on words: "chintz/hints," ship/jib wordplay, ship names (SS Epileptic, Apathetic, Apopleptic) as double-entendres, and anatomical humor. A "Sanity Clause" Christmas joke puns on "Santa Claus." The bottom cartoon appears to show a woman asking another about wedding attire in a polygamous situation, playing on the "King Solomon" reference to multiple wives. The humor relies on wordplay, racial caricature, and sexual innuendo typical of *Judge's* satirical approach—much of which would be considered offensive today.
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JUDGE Down With Sewer Grart! Tuvxpeneo tie Honest Poriticians Moe and Joe have late special; grab a look. Sambo had heen accused of lifting a ticker. “Well, Sambo, you're acquitted of the charge of stealing that watch,” said Hizoner. “Whazzat mean?” queried the blackamoor. “Why, that's the sentence; you're acquitted!” rasped the beak. “Does ‘at mean Ah's gotta return de watch?” asked Sambo. Oh, fora nice, clean old joke.... “Listen, 263, I am Mrs. King Solomon 381. What are you wearing at our dear husband's next wedding tomorrow?” Jest in Pun | Shopper at Curtain Materials Counter—Oh, dear, I simply can’t decide which will look best, the calico or the cretonne! Salesman — Take a chintz, lady—go on, take a chintz! No so goods. But here’re a couple of crafty ones... Columbus — Listen, willya, Queenie? All I need to discover America with, is Isabella—Let’s not talk ship. But he got the jib. S. Epileptic—Didn't the . S. Apathetic say she put in at Honolulu for a week? S. S. Apopleptic—Yes, but she was only fueling. And then they all sang to- gether, “J Hear You Coaling Me!" Well, here it is almost Christ- mas (providing this gets in the | right issue), so we'll have to have — | one Christmas joke... | “Thank God,” said the par- | doned lifer, “there is a Sanity Clause!" When in doubt, turn to the gagster’s boon... First College Youth—I hear this Vassar bunch that’s coming tonight is only so-so. Second—Well, we'll have to make the best of it. Here's one ina lighter vein... | Physiology Prof.—Hoosits, do | you know what great artery car- | ries the blood from the heart? | Student—Aorta, Prof.—Certainly you should! Come now, tax your brain a bit and tell me what it is! “Women are all the same.” | “Yeah, after a fashion.” —Jaquita | comicbooks.com