Judge, 1929-07-27 · page 5 of 38
Judge — July 27, 1929 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three separate humor pieces rather than interconnected political cartoons. **"The Patriot's Prayer"** is a WWI-era poem by Arthur L. Lippmann expressing anxiety about protecting home and family during wartime—reflecting genuine civilian concerns during the conflict. **"A Chicagoan Meets an Old-Time Pal"** by Arthur E. Larson depicts a reunion between two men, one recently returned from prison ("crime outlawed"), joking about Chicago's criminal underworld and Prohibition-era violence. The humor relies on knowing Chicago's reputation for organized crime. **The remaining items** are brief comedic quotes about summer resort life and modern furniture, with an accompanying illustration of campers. The page reflects early 20th-century American anxieties: wartime safety, urban crime, and leisure culture.
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JUDGE The Patriot’s Prayer Now I lay me down to sleep— My life and limb may Hoover keep And may no coast guard cutter shell This little home I love so well. May no dry agent, shooting wild, Molest mine wife and infant child, Or, searching out some secret still, Bombard my home to maim or kill, When dawn succeeds the gleam- ¢, devoid of wounds or Give thanks we didn’t fall before The shots in Prohibition’s War! —Artucr L. Lippmann A Chicagoan Meets an Old-Time Pal “Well, for crime outla Gang my hide if it ain't old Aug Hoofledink in the flash! Well, well, how war you, anyhow? I sure a drill out of seeing you > you bang keeping 3 years? Remem- ber the night we potted, right on this very coroner? We didn’t have no bomb time that night, eh? Ah, them whiz the days! ... Wad you say we drop in here and have a little shot? Better come out hands up with me and the missus some time. Got a nice down the drive a ways. take you for a ride afterwards. .. +» Boy, I'm sure tickled to death to see you Well, gun night, olt top, gun night. Don't take no lead slugs.” —Artucr E. Larson The 2 A. M. sleeper arrives on time “Stop me if you've heard this one.” At the Summer Resort “Don't go over to your cabin yet, Jim. The mosquitoes will be singing around your ear and you won't be able to sleep. Let's go down and sit around the camp- ith the gang.” Me the mosquitoes, Bill. 3 sing, but, thank Gawd, they don't play ukulele accom- paniments.” Curr Jounson Modern furniture is all right in warm weather because you can’t sleep anyway.