Judge, 1929-08-31 · page 8 of 36
Judge — August 31, 1929 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Top Cartoon:** Depicts a rural scene with a woman and child harvesting apples beneath a large tree. The caption reads "No trouble about a shortage of apple-pickers this season," appearing to satirize labor availability concerns—likely referencing anxieties about farm labor during an agricultural period when such shortages were economically significant. **Main Article:** "Confessions of a Baby Chick" is a first-person narrative from a female chick discussing her origins and family background. It satirizes the pretensions of show animals and pedigree breeding culture. The accompanying illustration shows a woman in form-fitting clothing, captioned "Mebbie Ah better get me a sun-tan 'fore Ah wear this," mocking vanity and fashion consciousness. The page combines rural/agricultural humor with satirical commentary on social status and appearance.
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JUDGE No trouble about a shortage of apple-pickers this season. Confessions of a Baby Chick Oh, Mr. Editor Mans, thank you so much for choosing me out of five hundred baby chicks to represent Jupce at the National Poultry Show! After all, Iam only a fuzzy little bundle of adorable white meat and I am afraid I shall feel so lost among all those distinguished aristocrats of poultry dom. I know that I am only a simple little country girl with no “fine feath- motto is handsome is as hand- some docs” ds some- times I think that it is better to wear calico and hav good than ept. samples from lingerie salesmen and not know where your next husband is coming from. Like in the ballad: ers,” but) my your name Rags! Rags! utiful women and gs! The rags for which some- one demands heavy toll. price tag is plainly marked ‘body and soul.” The rags that mean heartaches and sor- row and shame. wear this.” The “Mebbe Ah better get me a sun-tan "fore th They're lovely same.” Don't you think that’s so, Mr. Editor Mans? It T said when a rum and I don't tis a little But I must start the story of my life from the beginning. I first saw the light of day We were sixty-four girls and who was a No, 43-B moc rg incubator, was very v. and gorgeous—but rags just’ the su were pressing my foot in don’t our Havana © at Random, ven boys, 1 Schwartz- about Papa. per on the Ateh- She used to say that her trouble was that she had nourished a wiper in her bosom. “Your father wa: “latan,” she sa I remember her taking us into the gun-room and showing us several cups be had won in a Charlatan contest in 1908 and a Black Bottom contest in 1909, With Mother alone in the world, she had a hard time of it raising us and it took plenty of grit— over five pails, I learned subsequently. Whenever we used to pick on her, she would say helplessly, “T have to stand for plenty from you, you big brood!" But then the sunshine would appear comicbooks.com