Judge, 1929-05-18 · page 11 of 36
Judge — May 18, 1929 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Satire Analysis This page contains multiple satirical pieces mocking 1920s-30s American life and politics. **Top cartoon**: Depicts Congress members exercising with medicine balls, referencing President Hoover's recent adoption of daily medicine ball routines. The satire suggests that if the President does it, Congress will follow—mocking both their herd mentality and the fitness craze. **Middle cartoon**: Shows figures around a well, captioning "The Whispering Baritone fell down the well"—likely referencing a popular radio personality or song, used here as absurdist humor. **Story section**: A humorous narrative about meeting a Native American chief ("Chief Howard") and his eleven-year-old son who is actually dead—the chief casually accepting this fact. This reflects the era's casual, dehumanizing stereotypes about Indigenous peoples. **Bottom cartoon**: Shows a boy launching a toy airplane attached to his father's coattail during his morning commute—depicting suburban domestic absurdity. The overall tone targets both government pretension and everyday American oddities through exaggeration and dark humor typical of Judge's satirical approach.
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chosen for yourself after the city aptured 2" “The Haquariun untutored Ute, and fish. did you add simply that 2° I quizzed sternly. “LT DO love fish!” cried Thurs- ton heatedly. “I betcha a mil- lion dollars I love fish! I betcha a million million dollars 1 love fish! I As there seemed to be no end to this, I the subject. " replied the added simply, again che rs “Is that your little boy over there?” 1 d, pointing to a “He's years old Why ging on the wall, little boy, he’s eleven * grumbled Thurston, he seems like a mere jected. Il, he’s small for his age,” parried Chief Howard, “but he's husky and he'll fight at the drop of a hat.” Hats were dropped, but as the papoose did not move, I held a mirror in front of his mouth, “Why, he's dead!" I ex- claimed. “So he is, so he is,” said the surprised sachem. “My, my! Why, it scems only yesterday that he was prattling around with his fat little prattle, and now he's gone cold on us. Ah, Kismet!" Overcome with fath- erly grief, he picked up a pumice stone and began to rub his face with it to soothe that after-shave sting. “Well, Howard, I must be go- ing,” L confessed, donning my ulster. “Come over to the house some night and bring the Kismet nan you, As I went down in the cleva- tor, it seemed to me I heard him bravely whistling, “Oh, Pumice Me” through his tears. An officer and a gentleman, were my un- spoken words as Fowler helped me into the Fleetwood sedan and carefully adjusted the lap-robes around my tootsies. A last-minute news flash on the hostilities announces that the tribes have signed a pact with Grover Whalen to delay attack until the traffic situation is un led. This means that you an put your howitzers and cata- pults back in the closet until at least 1950. JUDGE Now that President Hoover uses the medicine ball daily to keep fit, the Senate and House may haw “What's the matter?” “The Whispering Baritone fell down the well!” Tommy flies his airplane model by fastening it to Dad’s coat- \ exercise periods like this. tail when he runs for the morning train. comicbooks.com