Judge, 1929-06-29 · page 4 of 37
Judge — June 29, 1929 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains humor pieces and light verse rather than political cartoons. The main illustrated feature, "Girl Slugs Desperate Desmond in Snoot!," shows a comedic scene of a woman hitting a man with a "BOING!" sound effect—typical slapstick humor of the era. The accompanying text references Irish names (Hogan, Brogan, Sloan) in a washroom scene, suggesting ethnic humor common to the period. Other pieces like "On Your Vacation" and "Lots of Noise" are brief humorous observations about everyday life. The bottom cartoon depicts a broken-down automobile with the caption "Perhaps you had better look at the gas, dear"—a domestic comedy piece playing on early automobile ownership anxieties. Overall, this is general-audience humor rather than political satire.
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JUDGE I Raise You Raise your cows that calmly browse, Raise your ducks and hens, Raise your fleece, Your grunting pigs in pens. ese, your sheep for your ccleries, Your apples by the peeks IT and wife devote our life » raising little checks! Aric Lo Liveaass Raise your peas, A real tear-bringer is the story fai | en heart. He stood treat for | ny inca speak-easy so that boys wouldn't think him as as story-tellers make his Scotchman who die countrymen out te be. and then doout that all the time they thought he was Trish, Rif DenxyJi. | On Your Vacation It’s awful to get sunburned, For sunburn causes pair Just think of that, vacationers, | And you won't mind the rain. | —R. C. O'Brten ble seats last winter can now sit | ¥ in the sun and get thawed out. | Have you heard the one about the three Irishmen, Hogan, | Brogan and Slogan? Come in the washroom, girls. “Well, sapadillows,” yarened the chemistry professor, “what is done | with the by-products of gasoline?” “They're generally taken to Z; | the hospital!” burbled That Greasy Phi-Bete in the Front Row, m~ | Rain, rain, rain—will it never cease? Sometimes I think I shalt ; go mad, Doctor Davidson! Lots of Noise Nitt—How did you celebrate the Fourth of July? Witt—Honking the horn of my automobile in line at a ferry. Then there was the dry snooper who was so lazy he didn’t go out after the boot! rs; he phoned and had them deliver it. The Gold-Digger’s Version | It's all work and no play to | make a dull boy with jack. “Perhaps you had better look at the gas, dear.’ comicbooks.com