Judge, 1928-12-22 · page 5 of 36
Judge — December 22, 1928 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains several distinct satirical pieces from Judge magazine: **"There's Many a Slip"** mocks a church trial, likely referencing a famous ecclesiastical scandal where a prominent pillar of the church faced legal proceedings. **The Christmas tree cartoon** depicts a family gathering where someone worries the party will fail—visual humor about domestic anxiety. **"A Horse Divided Against Itself"** shows a camel progressively falling apart through four panels, illustrating the phrase "a house divided against itself cannot stand"—possibly political commentary on internal conflict or party divisions. **"Lines Written Many Years Hence"** is a nostalgic poem by Arthur Newman lamenting broken political promises about tariffs and farm relief, suggesting disappointment with unfulfilled campaign pledges—likely from the 1920s era. The page blends topical politics with domestic humor typical of Judge's satirical approach.
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JUDGE There’s Many a Slip— First Witness—Just think, the co-respondent was one of the pillars of the church! cond Witness—And the trial will probably go down in court annals as the famous pillar case. Serious Novelist—My dear fel- low, condole with me! My pub- lishers reject my title! Humorist Who Works at His Trade Out of Hours —A natural -atastrophe, old man. Novelist—A—a what? Humorist A title waivet “He's a wiry little chap.” “He doesn't look it, What does he di “Conneets telephones.” “Father's on fire—the party will be a success after all!” “Maybe I shouldn't have brought this up,” : as the plane be “What are you going to do on your vacation?” “Going on a Roman holiday.” just going Roman around the country.” Lines Written Many Years Hence (With Apologies) I remember, I remember Smith, and Hoover, too, And everything, if they got in, They promised they would do: The tarit? would be excellent; The farmers’ chronic grief Would vanish when they had ap- plied Abundant farm relief. I remember, I remember Those pledges good and true, I used to think that each would be Most certainly put through; It was a childish ignorance, fy But now ‘tis little joy That things are now just what they were When I was but a boy. —Artiucr Newman 3 comicbooks.com