Judge, 1929-09-07 · page 11 of 36
Judge — September 7, 1929 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of This Judge Magazine Page This page contains absurdist humor typical of Judge's satirical style. The main text is a rambling, deliberately nonsensical garden column filled with deliberate malapropisms ("lecks and ladishes" instead of "leeks and radishes") and surreal non-sequiturs. The writer references Rudy Vallée and Connecticut Snails, playing on Jazz Age celebrity culture and the then-popular "Connecticut" social set. The two cartoons illustrate domestic labor: the top depicts a Rube Goldberg-style contraption meant to automate housework, satirizing the era's obsession with labor-saving devices. The bottom shows a wife asking if the cat's been put out while her husband writes comic material, poking fun at the division of domestic labor and the writer's absorption in his work. The overall effect mocks both elaborate domesticity and the pretensions of modern life through absurdist humor—characteristic of Judge's satirical approach in this period.
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burne’s garden was later ruined by snails. When the place was opened, the management admitted ails in formal clothes. At Rudy Vall nd his Connecticut Snails were p there and casual snail trade be- haved itself. Then a low foreign nail element crept in and before you knew it, the dive was simply wling with all sorts of unde- bles. But that is typical of Life and nobody should expect smooth snailing all the time. Right now I’ve a dandy little garden lecking with reeks and dishes — pardon me, reeking ith lecks and ladishes—well, way it’s a dandy little garden just twittering with birds. What more charming nook than this for the tired office-worker to bury himself up to his neck in sand, cover his conk with an old tar- paulin, and dream? For those who generally rest this w a rubber hose secreted in the mouth so that the water spurts out of one’s cars ¥ a quaint re- volving spray. Next week I will tell you about my two prize- winning Hubbard squashes. They are of the Horowitz fa si tion rece horse do nude, (T is, the squashes were in the nude, not the white horse.) She wore an afternoon tea gown of yellow voile with slashed gussets and carried a bouquet of nostalgias. Immediately after the ceremony the couple left for Bodes, Ill, where they will open a luminary. The best of wishes from the girls on the bakery counter, Mr. and Mrs. Rasputin! The rest of your garden prob- lems, such as winnowing and threshing your wife and selecting delicious. grubs for your slug salads, I will also to leave for another time, for I see Rupert crunching up the gravel path in front of our villa and I must run out and chide him. He always spoils his appetite crunch those paths between meals, the wilful boy. Ah, these men! Sometimes I think they are all boys at bottom and that the road to a man’s heart is like an army traveling on its stomach, Simplifying housekeeping labor; no running about to tend various things, Just spin the wheel. | Wire—John, did you put the cat out? Pror. Humonist—dw, go to sleep. I’m writing the gags for this family!