Judge, 1929-01-26 · page 7 of 34
Judge — January 26, 1929 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page The top cartoon satirizes police management. A "Promoter" (likely a police official or politician) addresses officers in what appears to be a station house, suggesting they need "a big husky like you to keep order, treat 'em rough, give 'em the rough stuff." This mocks authoritarian policing tactics and suggests corruption or brutality within law enforcement leadership. The page also contains "Private Lives of Radio Stars," a humorous interview feature with Graham McNamee (a famous radio announcer of the 1920s-30s), discussing his everyday life and work. Below is a separate satirical story titled "I Confess" about seduction and abandonment—typical moralistic humor of the era reflecting period attitudes toward romance and feminine vulnerability. The cartoons and content reflect 1920s-30s American concerns about police conduct and popular entertainment culture.
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| / 3 | | Prosoren—IWe need a big husky like you to keep order, treat ’em rough, give ’em the bums’ rush! Went the j Private Lives of Radio Stars Graham McNamee Mrs. MeNamee—Hello, dar- ling. How was the football game tod ? Graham—All right. Mrs. M.—Is that all you can Wasn't it a colorful: spec- with cheerir multitudes undergraduates and it was pretty nice. Mrs, M.—Pretty nice! Weren't there thrilling end runy and a marvelous manifestation of school spirit on the part of the com- peting teams? Didn't cheers rend the air and crowds yell like wild Indians? Was it not a sight to set one’s pulses pounding? Graham—It was a good game. What you got for supper? Mrs. M. (at the point of tears) —You treat me like a stranger. You tell other folks over the radio all about every little detail, but when you come home all I hear is ‘or “It was good.” ar more (sniff, sniff), I want to be treated at least as well as the radio audience. Graham (soothingly) Now, now. Don't ery, dearest. Listen tome. This is Graham McNamee Ln? speaking from the foyer of his apartment, deseribing to his lovely little wife today's game hetween State College and Rut vale... . When the whistle blew the ball was snapped to Coogan - no, it wasn't Coogan... it was Kelly... the crowd yelled like demons and Bernstein dashed round... wait a minute, it wasn't) Bernstein—it was Hen- Pye >» “Thank goodness! There's a money-back guarantee with this parachute; th’ darn thing didn't open.” derson who made that run... well, Henderson scooted around left end... three yards to go... my mistake—only two vards to go.... He's got it... . He's got it.... OH, BOY!... SOME run. . Davie 5 Mrs. ling. G —Arture L, Lirpaaxn better, dar- “I Confess” Not so long ago it was that I lived, pure, white, and virgin, with my nine sisters. And then The old, old story—he drew me from them, took me out into a world about which I knew nothing, and I, to use an expression, got lit. That was his purpose—I sce it now. And even now I can feel the touch of his lips. Under his peculiar drawing power, how the passion- ate fire consumed my fragile self! And then the inevitable end that comes to all cast in the same mold as I—he used me until he was through with me, and then threw me away, the shadow of my former self, but still burning with that consuming flame. But what could I expect— that's the way of a man with a cigarette. —Ha. Switi one day he came. ‘comicbooks.com