Judge, 1929-09-07 · page 7 of 36
Judge — September 7, 1929 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis This Judge page contains humorous commentary and comics rather than political satire. The main feature, "You Wouldn't Care to Meet Marvin," is an essay by R.C. O'Brien praising an unnamed man named Marvin as exceptionally capable and honorable, despite lacking wealth or social prominence. The accompanying comic strip illustrates Marvin's ordinary life—working, socializing at lunch, and relaxing. Below is a separate comic titled "Helping Hands" about golf, where one player criticizes another's swing technique, leading to banter about their partnership. The bottom illustration, captioned "How's business, Mama?" shows a woman in business attire with children, likely satirizing women entering the workforce or business ownership—a social commentary on changing gender roles. The page is primarily entertainment-focused rather than explicitly political.
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JUDGE You Wouldn’t Care to Meet Marvin Maybe you wouldn't. But mz I would. I don't e wheth Marvin is his first or last name, I'd like to meet him. Marvin has money, but moncy isn’t everything. He has charm. He has ability—in all New York there is no abler man in his field. Maybe it's advertising, or private banking, or horseradish grinding or whatnot, but whatever it is, Marvin deserves some credit for ng the most able man in it. I him “the prince I'll bet a lot of people call him that who don't even know what it means. Anyway, I'd rather meet Mar- vin than the people who call him that. I never had much use for persons who called others names. Men thought him a great fellow for a little while. Well, maybe he was a great fellow for onl little while. What do they ‘ex- pect him to be—great all the while? Women grew romantic about him—auntil they knew. He never kept it a secret—and, an way, if they wanted to get r mantic it was their own fault. Poor Marvin—sitting there by himself on the beach, in his checkered robe and with his pipe to smoke, his book to read and his football to kick. Congratulations, Marvin, on being an outcast— on being separated from other people on a beach. We didn't think it could be done. —R. C. O'Briex -z - NEWS ITEM- NEW YORK CITY To HAVE LADY WHITE WINGS z ¢ SAY! DYA r THINK You'RE $ HOME ? ? eT HEY! on AW THe we, ES AN’ WASN'T HE HAN'SOME, BOWIN® To EVERYBODY? HE LOOKED RIGHT AT ME AN SMILED! = YOU TRUMPED MY ACE! A BREAK FoR. THE LOCAL ADVERTISER, YELL NOT Go DOWN MY_ STREET, TRACKIN’ IT_UPY AN’ ME 3UST FINISHED SCRUBBIN' Prospective Tenant—And do we have to buy the awnings our- Agent—No, 6 ma’am, they're on the house. “How's business, Mama?” “Helping Hands” After you have whiffed your drive before a big gallery. “Keep your head down, you dumb cluck! You jerked it’ up just as you swung.” “By golly, you didn’t come close enough to even give the baJl a breeze! You'd better kick it off the tee and save time.” “Oh, well—it's only a game, after all! Hahaha!” “Honest to God, looked as silly as that I'd stick to jackstraws and anagrams! Try it again—the day's young yet!” if I ever “And we're partners—at two bits a hole!" “Loosen up, man—you're wound up like a dollar watch! Hell, y couldn’t have hit the ball w leaf fan the way you looked comicbooks.com