Judge, 1929-02-09 · page 12 of 36
Judge — February 9, 1929 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Satire Analysis This page contains three separate satirical pieces: **Top cartoon**: "Don't Cast Sheep's Eyes at Us!" mocks young debutantes warning off suitors. The exaggerated male figures with hanging weights suggest fortune-hunters or undesirable matches pursuing wealthy young women. The absurdist dialogue fragments parody both courtship conventions and legal proceedings—references to "magistrates," "deserters," and ridiculous requests (pork sandwiches) suggest satirizing both marriage market desperation and bureaucratic absurdity. **Middle section**: "A Greek Valentine" is a poem playfully imagining seduction of the goddess Aphrodite, inverting classical mythology. It's lighthearted romantic satire using ancient references for comedic effect. **Bottom cartoon**: "At the Prison Services" satirizes an absent-minded pastor's tone-deaf comments at a prison chaplaincy service, oblivious to his inappropriate cheerfulness about the captive audience. A guest's comment about "modern furniture" arriving mid-domestic argument provides comedic contrast. The overall page reflects Judge's characteristic irreverent humor targeting social pretensions and human folly.
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JUDGE Z J i DON'T CAST SHEEP'S EYES AT US! WARNED THE WARY | DEBUTANTES Junior, get the stencils and the paint-brush; papa’s sweating out another gag for the Yahoos. “Listen, you cheap mandril,” charged a magistrate, “you're accused of deserting your “Please, your honor!” wept the blank in the marriage lottery, “I'm not a deserter; I'm just a refugee!” Pardon me, lady, could you spare a genta pork sandwich on rye, with lettuce and toasted nibble-nuts? A GREEK VALENTINE ~~~ Qa neeamae Aphrodite, lovely goddess, Darling of Olympian heights, Queen of all the world of lovers— Don’t you find it lonely nights? | Gods can feel no stirri Set forever there above; a Aphrodite, you're more human— . Lady, what you want is | passion, How could any old immortal Burn with ardor such as mine? Aphrodite, leave Olympus, Come and be my valentine! —Rienano M, Haywoop | At the Prison Services | Said the absent-minded pastor, | Trying hard to spread good “It pleases me a lot, my friends. | | cheer: To see so many here R. C. O'Bries dear rst (who arrives in midst of domestic argument)—Oh, my I see you're going in for modern furniture; how stunning! comicbooks.com