Judge, 1929-04-27 · page 11 of 36
Judge — April 27, 1929 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains humor pieces about "the jitters"—a slang term for nervous anxiety or restlessness that was apparently common in this era. The author describes afflicted individuals (Hester Britton, Florence Fish) living in unusual places (trees, apartment floors) due to their condition, with darkly comic consequences (melted down for scrap tin, forced into miserable marriages). The three illustrations satirize different manifestations: a Scottish man playing catch with a ball, a vacuum cleaner going "into reverse" (likely depicting chaos), and a man waiting by a truck for "his ship to come in"—a phrase meaning hoping for good fortune that never arrives. The humor relies on absurdist exaggeration and the period's casual cruelty toward mental/nervous conditions. The final ad-like section offers the author's dubious self-help scheme on "heels and how to handle them"—characteristic of Judge's satirical tone mocking fraudulent self-improvement guides popular at the time.
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comic papers. In the secondary st the jitterer lives exclusively 1 it fill but not expensively in trees nu reads telephone books. friend of mine named Hester Britten had t living in a birch two years and had got up to page five in the Cohens in the New York directory when she sud denly fell out of the branches and had to be melted down for serap tin, I understand she is now married to a wolf or a man by that name and is miserable. T s her name Hester B. Wolf. luck, Hester, Those afflicted by the jitters are often hard put to find relief. There was a girl living on my tloor several months ago, that she had the worst case I ever saw. When I say that she was living on my floor I do not really mean she was living on the floor itself, as the only thing that lives there is a brown rug, but what I mean is she lived in a flat on the same floor. Well, every night about ten o'clock all noise in her place would cease and it would be quiet till eight the next morning. I suspected she had the jitters and tried to confirm it by boring holes in the walls and peering over the transom, Around the same time I myself was suffering from eye trouble having an umbrella fer- rule poked in my peeper by some bully in the next apartment. But fi I asked her one day and she revealed that she had the jit- ters and got drowsy every eve- ning before bedtime. She finally relieved her jitters by sleeping, and I hear is now married to a fish or a man by that name who is miserable, This makes her name Florence Fish. Best wishes, Flor- ence. Scorenmax—You're wearing that ball out, Angus. If you don't start catching it on the first bounce I'll take it away from ye. In conclusion T would not vise the young man who is ¢ around for a vocation to take up jittering as a livelihood. The hours are too long and the solder ruins his hands. Besides, who wants to stand in the hot sun with a pair of woolly leggings on his feet? Tf my little readers will drop me a postal I will be glad to tell them all about my new plan for big easy profits selling heels for worn kings. Send for my little “Heels and How — to Handle Them.” . ete Ge Prrenway Waiting for his ship to come in. comicbooks.com