Judge, 1929-04-13 · page 4 of 36
Judge — April 13, 1929 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page The top cartoon satirizes judicial proceedings, showing a judge being repeatedly pulled by process servers summoning him to dinner—suggesting judges were so overworked that even social obligations interfered with their duties. The caption notes "Poor Jones ate in one-arm cafeterias so often he pulled an awful faux-pas when he went out to dinner," indicating Jones adapted so completely to quick meals that he forgot proper dining etiquette. The rest of the page contains reader letters, poetry tributes to "Sam" (likely a magazine contributor), and humorous verse about hypothetical scenarios (rocks as jelly, roads as mattresses). This appears to be a typical Judge magazine letters/humor section rather than political satire. The specific historical context of the judicial workload commentary remains unclear without dating information.
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JUDGE Poor Jones ate in one-arm cafeterias so he went out to dinner, In Our Mail Box Northampton, Mass. Dean Mr. Eprror : I have given up my position which took up all of my time and have decided to write for the es. Accordingly [am s which I magaz sending you a few jol have sprung from time to time during my career. I am new at the business and want to ask you a few questions. In the first place is it necessary to use a typewriter, and if what kind do recommend Also—will it be all right to type on both sides of the paper? 1 trust so. Another thing: How pay per word? Do much do hyphen: words? I trust so. One thing more—will you kind- ly send me a supply of stamps, ed ones count as two envelopes and paper? Hoping to hear from you favor- ably, Calvin Coolidge. —Parke Commines And then there's Scotch as- paragus—without tips. Maybe Then If rocks were made of jelly, And pavements made of mush, And roofs were soft as mattresses. And chimneys lined with plush; If I could pass through wires The way [ pass through rain; Why, then I think I'd like a ride Up in an aeroplane. —R. C. O'Brien often he pulled an awful faus-pas when Literary Luminaries Old Man “Sammy” Sunshine Oh, Sam is Good Humor’s dis- mis a spirit sublime, Sam, with a puff on his pipe'll, Indite you a rollicking rhyme. For Sam is the Poet of Gladness Who writes of a Heaven on Earth; He battles the Dragons of Sa ness, He worships the Goddess of Mirth! He always finds something to cheer him, There's nothing too sad or for- lorn. Except, I would like you to hear him Some day when [ step on his corn, He grins at our trials and trou bles, He softens our sorrows and smarts, But, oh! when his better half doubles His conf ident bid of four hearts! —Artive L. Lirestass Ah-ha, an Epigram! The key-note of life is dough Mr. ers as Poct Lariat of this untry of ours. We now rise to noming Will Re frir ¢ comicbooks.com