Judge, 1929-03-23 · page 9 of 36
Judge — March 23, 1929 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This page contains two satirical pieces from *Judge* magazine: **"The Big-Game Hunter"**: A humorous story illustrated with a dramatic drawing of a treehouse village. The joke is ironic: Pimento Gondola, a big-game hunter seeking dangerous African wildlife, finds the "big game" he's been looking for—natives engaged in craps (dice gambling). The satire mocks both the hunter's expectations and contemporary stereotypes about African villages. **"The Jungle Parade"**: A poem-cartoon pairing elephants with a list of animals, ending with the punchline that these creatures are now "Milady's new furs!" The satire criticizes wealthy women's fashion industry practices, specifically the killing of wild animals for fur coats. The reference to elephants "never forgetting" adds ironic commentary on this exploitation. Both pieces reflect early 20th-century attitudes: colonial adventure stereotypes and critiques of conspicuous consumption among the wealthy.
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JUDGE The Big-Game Hunter Pimento Gondola pushed on, into the very heart of the African jungle. Pimento was a big-game hunter, but so far he had had no luck whatever. He had tramped for miles through the ooze of the j swamps but not a lion crossed his path, Not a r leaped upon him. Not lephant stampe through the unde owth. game seemed to have fled before his approach, He couldn't understand it. He thought it strange that he had seen no natives. He knew that if he could find even one na- tive he could tell him where to xo, and doubtless he would About the middle of the follow- ing week he noted a dim column of smoke on the far horizon and pushi his way toward it he at last came to a small clearin, In the center of the clearing w t native village. A dozen of the natives were kneeling about a tire in-an open space between the huts and erying in loud voices. He crept closer. They might be cannibals—but Pimento dola was desperate, and throwi caution to the winds he rush into the very center of that shout ing circle of natives, here he found the b he had been looking for. They were shooting craps. Narre Connie. ” n you want it. The Jungle Parade Oh, there is an otter and there is a shoat, A beaver, a leopard, a lion, a goat, A muskrat, a walrus, a seal and a skun An ermine, a snake and an Afri- can monk, A Bengalese tiger, a cat from Siam, A rabbit, a squirrel, a proud Per jan lamb, A calf and a cow and a wolf and a lynx, A bear and a seal and a couple of minks! I fear not these reptiles, these critters and curs n't harm me now—they're ady’s new furs! Who says an elephant never forgets? —Anrnen L. Lireaaxnx comicbooks.com