Judge, 1929-05-25 · page 12 of 36
Judge — May 25, 1929 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This page contains two separate satirical pieces from *Judge* magazine: **Top cartoon**: A domestic scene where a father observes his son becoming interested in a girl named Mary—gentle family humor about childhood romance. **"My Forty Years in the Chamois Game"**: A business satire mocking corporate pomposity. Four stuffed-shirt directors of a chamois (leather) tanning company meet formally. They boast about production capacity and profit potential, yet reveal themselves as disconnected from reality: one brags about his athletic youth at "Pomford Academy," another returns from Palm Beach asking if he "looks brown," and the secretary delivers the punchline—he describes their product (chamois leather) as if it were still a living alpine animal "leaping from crag to crag." The satire targets corporate executives who are detached, vain, and seemingly ignorant of their own business operations. **Bottom cartoon**: A sculptor unable to pay rent threatens an eviction officer with violence—straightforward dark humor about poverty and desperation.
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JUDGE Movenn Para—Y’ know, Emily, 1 believe he is becoming a little interested in Mary. My Forty Years in the The treasurer, pulling up his The president rapped for order. Chamois Game trouser leg, s “Leap, me “Gentlemen, don't let's forget mother! I was the best — that this is a mecting of the board -jumper that ever went to of directors of The Reliable Pomford Academy.” Chamois Co, Inc. and not a , gra The four solemn, elderly gen- fn tlemen, wearing immaculate frock coats, sat around a mahogany table in the directors’ room of The Reliable Chamois C In the center of the sample piece of chamois. directors puffed on their fifty- cent cigars, knitted their brows in deep the t and said nothing. At length the president: broke the tense silence: “Well, gentlemen,” he — said, “our tanning factories can tan thousands of square feet of chamois every week. We stand in a fair way to make a million dollars.” “ve just returned from Palm Beach,” the vice-president said. “Don't I look brow The secretary ignored this re- mark and, picking up'the pic chamois, said in a deep bas think that several weeks ago this innocent-looking piece of chamois was leaping from crag to crag and munching tender shoots high Scutptor—I tell you I can't pay the rent today—now get out up in the Alps.” of here befare you get a bust on the nose! Wasim 1 Gta pe comicbooks.com