Judge, 1929-08-31 · page 5 of 36
Judge — August 31, 1929 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three separate pieces of satirical humor typical of Judge magazine's format: 1. **"After Labor Day"** - A poem by Arthur L. Lippmann satirizing post-summer rural disruption: tourists abandon the countryside, leaving farmers without income from selling fruit and flowers to visitors. The accompanying illustration shows people on what appears to be a slide or chute, captioned "Well, boys, time for one more rubber." 2. **"The Only Way"** - Social commentary on American economic anxiety and bank failures (likely referencing early 20th-century financial instability). 3. **"The H... You Say!"** - A humor piece showing someone trying unsuccessfully to guess what an object is through questioning. The bottom cartoon depicts a woman apologizing to her husband for getting piano legs dirty—a euphemistic joke reflecting Victorian sensibilities about modest language.
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After Labor Day The boarders now are back in town, The fields are free of summer maids And quiet grips the tumble-down Hotels in ferny forest glades. No motor tourist, on a ride, The farmer's fruit and flowers steals Or desecrates the countryside With sausage skins and orange One hears no band; Canocists do not come to grief; The boarders have departed and The farmer now has farm relief! —Anruce L. Lippmann ling jazzy The Only Way This country is really getting drier. We mean there hasn't been much ra for a long time. Before every aviation record is broken a lot of necks rhe more you save, the more you'll have—to worry about when the bank busts. A lot of talking movie actresses ght to have their faces lifted ind their voices lowered, —R. C, O'Bries JUDGE ! Mistarss—Ihatever is the matter, Huldah! “T'm sorry, Mrs., I wipe the legs off the piano.” The H... You Say! “Hello, John, what you got “Guess! Whaddaya mean, I'm no mind reader. Is a book-mark?” “Wrong.” “Well, is it a cigar coupon?” i Try again.” summons, then.” re of ‘gold brie “Not even warm.” Vell, I give t “Here, have a look.” “Huh! I've. scen stuff like that. Don't know where, though, What is it?” “It's one of the old dollar bills.” “The h— you sa —A. W. Kiar