Judge, 1928-12-22 · page 4 of 36
Judge — December 22, 1928 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three separate humorous pieces typical of Judge's satirical content: 1. **Main cartoon**: Shows a large, grotesque figure labeled "UNICORN LOVE" with signs reading "MY FIRST LOVE" and "FUTURIST SCULPTURE." The satire appears to target avant-garde art movements (Futurism), mocking their abstract, incomprehensible aesthetic as pretentious nonsense. 2. **"The Ostrich" verse**: A poem satirizing ostriches' supposed habit of hiding their heads when threatened, using this as metaphor for willful ignorance—likely social commentary on people who avoid uncomfortable truths. 3. **"She's the Same Gal Who Couldn't Kipple"** and **"The Gunman's Son"**: Brief humor pieces playing on mundane domestic situations and comic misunderstandings. The page exemplifies Judge's characteristic blend of visual and textual satire targeting artistic pretension and social folly.
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JUDGE The Ostrich The ostrich i awky biped All one color: gray, not striped. He roams the deserts of Aus- tralia, Where thought is wasted on re- He cocks a sharp, suspicious eye On every female passer-by, Lest the plumes that hide his slats Be plucked again for women’s hats. And, like the folk who put on airs, To hint at brains that aren't | theirs, i} | The ostrich, too, will hide his } | bean, | Believing’ thus he won't be seen. —Grorce Mircnere She’s the Same Gal Who | <* Couldn’t Kipple a a H ~—ilt | ; —Do vou like Mencken? “My gawd, what a place to bring me on the morning after.” He-Doiyon Nike Senesen you do it? | First Chorus Girl — Loretta | made quite a name for herself on i\\ the London tour. | Second—Oh, yes? i First—Yes. “Lord Wimbledon } Bromsleigh Salisbury Clavers- i | leigh-Chestershire Worcesterbury Wi Chelmsford-Throckmorton, | Doctor—Now, take this dark- i colored bottle when you get up, | and this oily mixture the last thing before you go to bed. Patient (from New Jersey )— | Yeah, but— Doctor—Is there anything you | don’t understand? Patient—Yeah, what's the idea | of takin’ the oily medicine the Tur Guexman’s Son—Look, Dad, Santa Claus brought me just | latest? what I wanted comicbooks.com