Judge, 1929-08-24 · page 10 of 36
Judge — August 24, 1929 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This Judge page contains two satirical pieces: **Top cartoon:** A woman threatens a judge, demanding her husband receive a raise or she'll take his job herself. This mocks traditional gender roles and women's increasing workplace presence post-WWI, suggesting wives as economic threats to men's employment. **"The Escutcheon Knife Clinic" article:** A rambling, nonsensical piece satirizing a failed romance between Sibyl Goldwasser (a cartoonist) and John Escutcheon (who works in meat production). The story parodies melodramatic "companionate marriage" debates—a 1920s concept where couples maintained separate lives and finances. The humor lies in the absurdity: she refuses domestic work, they discuss rejoining the "Breckenridges in the arboretum," and after years apart, he becomes a wealthy cartoonist. The piece mocks modern courtship debates, career women, and the pretensions of bohemian intellectuals, while the knife illustrations reference the meat industry setting.
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“Listen, either you give my husband here a raise or I’ll come down and take his job.” The Escutcheon Knife Clinic While everybody has been rending homa Dr. Albert Einstein and laying bouquets of sweet peas, Guarnerius violins, and Berlin summer homes at his feet, another and more modest genius has been revolutionizing sur; in this country. The Fourth Dimension is all very well, but what about the man that only takes a drop now and then and is not a habitual drunkard? I do not like to be a flat wheel on the car of progress, but just wait till they try to enforce it. It is a dirty trick on our boys in the trenches and if I am elected I will see that each and every constituent re- ceives a package of rice \ seeds to plant in their ) back yard and fight the | yellow labor menace. I guess we Californians will not bow the heel to the swarthy Mongol in- vader, as how can you expect a college gradu- ate with on -one- third children pe a to live on two a day? W friends, even Zionist could not do it, alone a white man Sibyl Goldwasser during the siz stages of meat- knife bend. But let us get back to the Escutcheon Knife ic, founded last week on Pratt Street with : John Escutcheon, a cartoonist on att.” As a young man Es- pricious meat “Tam a career girl,” she said stoutly, “and why should I give up my work in the abattoirs to scrub pots and pens for you? Please release your arms round my shirtwaist.” “Then how about companionate marriage? pleaded John. “You could go b: to the she shambles and I could live with your folks.” “Any alliance between a Gold toonist is in os ine terrupted SibyL stiffly. “Shall we rejoin” the kenridges in the ar- boretum? They must wonder why we have been gone so long.” The blot of failure on Escutcheon drove him, a broken man, back to his easel in an attempt to t. Years passed and, all cartoonists, he amassed huge sums. comicbooks.com