Judge, 1929-02-23 · page 8 of 36
Judge — February 23, 1929 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Political Cartoon Analysis: Judge Magazine Page This page contains satirical content mocking political figures through absurdist humor. The top cartoon depicts a pompous gentleman in a top hat addressing squirrels and chipmunks, with text referencing "the burr, sap, chaffed the chipmunks and snapped the squirrels." This appears to be satirizing a political opponent through animal metaphors—likely criticizing someone's failed policies or embarrassing public statements using wordplay. Below is "Song of the Outdoors," a poem by Arthur L. Lippmann celebrating wilderness activities. The right illustration shows a burglar caught by a homeowner, with dialogue about tidying up—likely a humorous take on crime or domestic life. The "New York Version" reference at bottom suggests regional political or cultural commentary, though specifics remain unclear without additional context about Judge's publication date.
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| JUDGE | | | | | | 4 | | | j | | | ii | | } | ' | | | | | WE'RE GIVING YOU THE BURR, SAP, CHAFFED THE CHIPMUNKS i| AND SNAPPED THE SQUIRRELS | The Postlethwaite Self-Rising Cake Flour Serenaders will now play “Sleepy Pony |} o’ Mine, or, Don't Put the Cot Before the Horse.” “Parse this sentence, palookas,” } mumbled a mentor, ‘See the cow in the pasture.’ What mood?” “The cow, Miss | Momzer!” shouted a scholar. e these cigars and put on this opera hat, Rosa, | | we're going to run you for Alderman. oh i MLE IS ep yf Hl Song of the Outdoors Wf ZY - VOLEL EOF, 7 1 | Oh, to be up with the bumpkin (gf “7 In the haunt of fox and bear, | Now that frost has left the pump- i kin Bhi And pneumonia’s in the air. iyi Oh, to be a dauntless camper 1 By a frozen forest lake, | Where the winter breezes seamper Hii) And the wolves keep one yah awake ! | Oh, to don a coat of leather! |\| Oh, to venture forth for thrills, j | To defy the zero weather | In a blizzard on the hills! | Now that ice is on the fountains, | Now that snow is on the wold, 1 Oh, to be up in the mountains, } | Oh, to catch my death of cold! I | —Artuce L. Lirpaann | | | New York Version iti “and may there be no Whalen at Berctar—Just a moment, officer, till I tidy up the room a bit | : the bar when [ put out to sea.” T hate to leave things in such a mess. | 1) —_ 6 1} comicbooks.com