Judge, 1929-09-07 · page 6 of 36
Judge — September 7, 1929 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three distinct pieces of humor: 1. **"Murder Pays" comic strip** (top): Shows a group of men repeatedly telling the same joke about a wife's death, with escalating laughter. The satire critiques popular "murder mystery" novels and books—a publishing trend—by mocking how predictable and formulaic these stories are. The joke is that readers always know it's fiction because the solution appears in the last pages. 2. **"Foul Verse" section** (right): Poetry about the woodpecker bird, offering it as entertainment for city-dwellers tired of industrial noise. 3. **Railroad station illustration** (bottom): Depicts an energetic farewell scene at a train platform, captioned about "the railroad-station kiss and the quick-starting train"—likely satirizing sentimental romance clichés. The page reflects early 20th-century American popular culture and publishing trends.
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JUDGE DID you HEAR < ONE OF THE FARMER'S we? --AND THEN THE FARMER WENT OUT Foul Verse | The Woodpecker For those who live within the City, Whose only song, whose daily ditty ‘S the Rivet-song, the crash of wrecker, We recommend the spry Wood- pecker. The music that this bird employs is So like that of City noises, In the woods one nestles down Murder Pays Murder pays. It pays those that write about it anyway. There have been a lot of books pub lished lately with this delightful theme here have been books of celebrated cases, actual mur- ders that really took pl nd there have been many of fiction. But you can ays tell the fact from the fiction. If the mur- der is solved in the last few pages it’s fiction. —R. C, O'Brten “I have an idea for a prize contest.” “Good! Let's start a maga- zine. And now we hear the national collegiate anth Me Up—Let Me Dream!” “Don't Wake As sleeplessly as k in Town. rorce Mitrcue.e Efficiency Expert — Come, ne, MY man, you mustn't smoke at your work, Machinist—Who's working? a,” he hissed, “at last! Now ou dare!” yon he pocketed the and knocked at the The railroad-station kiss and the quick-starting train. Comicbooks.com