Judge, 1929-07-06 · page 4 of 36
Judge — July 6, 1929 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Page This page contains four separate humor pieces rather than political cartoons: 1. **"How to Play a Joke on Your Dog"** — A practical joke illustration showing a periscope device to peek through a keyhole at a dog, making its head appear to bark off. 2. **"The Tennis Winner"** — A humorous poem by Fairfax Downey about a mother encouraging her daughter to play tennis, with the joke being she'll likely end up in the "Sunday sports section" rather than winning. 3. **"Down to the Sea"** — A romantic poem by Arthur L. Lipmann about sailing and leaving one's life behind for adventure. 4. **"Song Hit"** — A brief joke about the ambiguity of coffee orders (half coffee, half milk). The bottom cartoon shows a child making a mess indoors while mother scolds him. These are general humor and light satire typical of Judge magazine's entertainment content, not political commentary.
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