Judge, 1929-01-05 · page 5 of 36
Judge — January 5, 1929 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several distinct satirical pieces: **"The Family Freak"**: A poem mocking someone obsessed with gourmet food and restaurants while claiming to prefer home cooking—social commentary on affectation and hypocrisy among the affluent. **"Will It Come to This?"**: A cartoon showing two shipwrecked sailors on a raft, captioned "A fine sailor you are! Doesn't anything around here look familiar?" The joke appears to reference maritime incompetence or getting lost. **"The Automobile Salesman's Baby"**: A humorous piece about a car dealer announcing a new "early 29 model" automobile, with the joke being that he boasts about it with the same enthusiasm as announcing a newborn child. **"Paradox"**: A brief one-liner: "The movies speak, but they're still dumb." The page reflects early-to-mid 20th century American satirical humor targeting consumerism, social pretension, and emerging technologies like automobiles and talkies.
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The Family Freak I've fallen short, 1 plainly see, Of What a Husband Ought to Be. I like the corner baker's cakes As well as. those my helpmate bakes, 4 Tae ace’) While food in restaurants appeals Aa / y wen ree d To me as much as home-ce meals, T head the Who root ns, stronomic fans or soup that comes in atin tin T claim is pure h for any Epicure, A traitor I to Credo 9: “ALL Wifely Meals Must Be Di- r Lof Credo 5: Home-Cooked Meal Keeps Love Alive.” A flouter 1 of Credo 10: “Give Home- » Meals to Mar- iota », ‘tis plain, in Voice at Ornien Exp or Wine—I think you've got the wrong number. Like Washington, I tell the truth! “Not if my television apparatus is to be relied upon.” —Artucer L. Lippaann Will It Come to This? Now besides the bride's first The Automobile Salesman’s Sign in a candy store: No _ biscuits, we have the bridegroom's Baby Smoking. first batch of beer. “Well, boys,” shouted Howard Jones, top-notch salesman, to his associates in’ the show-room of the Superior Eight, “the wife and Tare pleased to announce the arrival of a new early ‘29 model with all juvenile improvements This little model gets thirty-five wails toa pint of milk and is the niftiest job in the country. Lots of endurance, too! “It is in every possible way an improvement on’ the Jones madels that preceded it and is a. fitting addition to the Jones brand. of merchandise. One of the finest body s that you ever laid your eyes on, built on a cute chassis that will soon be the talk of the community. AIL of the equip- ment desired in a really fine | model—eyes that light up volun tarily—six-eylinder lungs—white kid) shoes—and lots of bawling power, “On display next Sunda Jones Show-Rooms, 26 Farring- ton Boulevard. When better babies are built—Jones will build at the them!" —Keenir A. Kaun Paradox | “A fine sailor you are! Doesn't anything around here look The movies speak, but they're 4 | familiar?” still dumb. comicbooks.com