Judge, 1929-05-11 · page 10 of 36
Judge — May 11, 1929 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Understanding This Judge Magazine Page This page contains two satirical pieces typical of Judge's humor: **"An Impudent Young Scalawag"** (top cartoon) depicts a maritime scene where a crusty sea captain complains about his large family to fellow sailors, comparing marriage to a corporate "merger"—satirizing how marriage combines two households like a business deal. **"Out Next Week, the New 'Judge'"** (main story) is absurdist satire about Judge magazine itself "merging" with *Ptarmigan Breeders' Monthly*. The joke hinges on the ridiculous collision: a sophisticated urban satirical magazine combining with an obscure agricultural periodical. A mysterious letter signed "Gentile Subscriber" announces this fictional merger, playing on anxieties about magazine consolidation and changing editorial identity. The accompanying illustration shows a domestic scene where a servant admits the master's rival is hiding "under the bed"—a slapstick joke about infidelity or cowardice. The satire targets early-20th-century American magazine culture and corporate consolidation, presented through increasingly absurd scenarios.
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JUDGE AN IMPUDENT YOUNG Ulysses” and died contented, Recently, however, water has SCALAWAG been flooding the upper levels of the mine and rats have been x till Iter- ynawing on the editor’s | Jupcr was faced with the native of buying him a new or a new office. Mr. Gilders' shopped about for artificial legs and found that he could bay a whole new editor for what a new leg would cost. Several minutes Jater the phone rang and he an swered it. This is Pschwartz of the PTARMIGAN BREEDERS’ | MONTHLY,” he heard. “I have tilways wanted to know you closer. What say we combine our irked Gildersleeve. « Pschwartz.” “Here it is, old man,” replied the latter. GHILLING ROARED THE CRUSTY BACHELDR 9X0! thes wav decuted. th next thing to do was to call a Serve the lascars a tot of grog, bo’sun, and line up all hands contarahice, Pressing. a: buzzer: on the mizzenmast poop-deck, “Yes, blast my hazwsers, I mar- Gildersleeve lit a ci His sec- | ried that wid: ith six children,” averred Capt. Billy Jones. ppeared, willy-nilly. “And you with eleven kids yourself!” cried “Long Tom” Rifko- ills, Where Ig WAY ie erles wits. “Say, that wasn’t a marriage, that was a merger!" I well son, Granule?” he demanded. should ha Book-of-the atpanded that into a sea-story and sold it to the “Out in the urn, currying -Month Club. your filly.” replied Willy. “Fetch him here instanter,” | Out Next Week, the New will greet you on the newsstands — ordered the magnate. ] “ a9 right after Independence Day. “Very good, sir,” smiled Will | “Judge”! For the past twelve years Junge: od, Will / By S. J. Pereiaan has been published in an aban- asked Gildersleeve with abrup- A mysterious letter has been — doned macaroon mine on Pratt — tion. ived in the offices of Jet Street. An old macaroon_ pros- “Well, massa,” mused the me- signed “Gentile Subscriber.” pector sold it to Grover Gilder- nial, “the corned-beef hash is What makes it mysterious is not sleeve, the owner of Jepar, in very good today and also. the that it is from a Gentile sub- return for the last forty pages of — calves-libido and onions.” scriber but the contents of the missive. It reads: “Dear Harry. T am glad you received the calves’-foot jelly and hope you like it. We are all well here ex cept brother Phil, whe | by grouse last Tuesday. He was eaten didn’t show up at the office next day, so the boss fired him. It he | never rains but it pours—nox is both dead and out of a job. Is there any truth in the rumor that Juvar has merged with the PTARMIGAN BREEDERS’ MONTHLY? Irma von Bulow.” Well, the secret is out and good wishes are in order. For now Jvpor is only a memory and 7 STANLEY P. HOLSTEIN II Wire—Is that you, Bob? | (the name of the new periodical) Benoran—No, ma'am, it’s me—Bob's under the bed. | comicbooks.com