Judge, 1929-06-22 · page 11 of 40
Judge — June 22, 1929 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page from Judge contains several satirical pieces reflecting 1920s social concerns: **"For a Good Girl"** mocks the era's "good woman" ideal—modest, makeup-free, chaperoned. The joke's twist: the poet rejects her precisely *because* she's so virtuous and boring, lacking the modern independence he secretly desires. It satirizes both old-fashioned morality and male hypocrisy. **"A Nocturnal Prowler"** cartoon jokes about late-night automobile activity—likely illicit behavior enabled by cars, a new technology enabling moral lapses. **Brief items** reference: prohibition-era concerns (Mr. Sinclair in jail, possibly for bootlegging); Chicago gangsters (topical violence); and modern dating conventions. **"Mr. Dabb joining the hole-in-one club"** is a golf joke with dark undertones—Dabb "joining" through death, implied by the illustration below showing a recumbent figure. The page reflects Jazz Age anxieties: changing sexual morality, automobile culture, organized crime, and tension between traditional and modern values.
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For a Good Girl Dear maid who held my heart in thrall, In this wild age of dissipation, You stand aloof, untouched by all Contamination. Your mien is modest and demure; You don’t mascara, rouge or henna; You go to dances trailed by your _Duenna. In this Jazz age you have no part. All this, and more, I’ve got to hand you, And that—Why not be frank, dear heart?— Is why I canned you. —E. S. Jacosson When Else? “They must drive their cars only at night.” “Who?” “Why, these people that park all day.” They say Mr. Sinclair is brush- ing up on his pharmacy while in jail. At the end of his term he should be able to make pretty good sandwiches. wee WAKE UPJOHN. THERE'S A BUGLER cbs, Deli you told me vos TN THE HOUSE! BELLOWED LAURA “Iam a fancy cook, mum—an’ this is something I don’t fancy : Z 4 ef doin’ !” Here y’are, apprentice barbers, a pair of clippers, scissors, a comb, a brush, and a copy of Juvor, all for a buck. “Heys I don’t like the ring of this quarter!” growled Schultz the Shop- keeper. “Whaddya want for a quarter?” cracked Mr. “Average Customer,” “a peal of bells?” Pass me yer powder-horn, Natty Bumppo, and we'll show these red varmints what a couple of DeWitt Clinton boys can do. Epitaph Here lies the body Of Isadore Cohen. His auto stopped quickly, But he kept on goin’. One thing can be said in praise of Chicago gangsters .. . they are helping to rid Chicago of gang- sters. Carrots—I think it is going to rain before night. o Spinach—Gosh, I hope not. I Mr. Dubb.is about to join the hole-in-one club. want to water my garden. comicbooks.com