Judge, 1929-10-05 · page 10 of 36
Judge — October 5, 1929 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Satire in Judge Magazine This page contains three distinct satirical pieces: **"A Hundred Years from Now"** imagines future radio broadcasts from heaven, hosted by deceased announcer Gus Whoosis. The joke: humanity will advance technologically but remain fundamentally unchanged—even the afterlife will have commercialized radio. The reference to Napoleon and aviator "Al Glut" (likely Al Glaize, an early aviator) grounds the satire in contemporary figures. **"Beastly Rimes: The Elephant"** is a light verse mocking obesity and overconsumption—people indulging without realizing they've "drifted" until they need their stomachs reduced. **"Murdering Regulations"** satirizes bureaucratic absurdity. A woman shoots her husband, but when the detective consults regulations, he discovers she's only violated hunting season rules because the victim was an Elk Lodge member. The satire mocks rigid rule-following that misses moral substance. The large illustration shows a shipwreck victim commenting wryly on losing thirty years of real-estate profits—satirizing greed and materialism's ultimate futility.
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JUDGE A Hundred Years from Now People today say everything has been invented or discovered; we have pictures that talk, we can fly, travel under water, com- municate with those living at the Sovth Pole, listen in at important events all over the world, ete. Well, people who say that F. wron, We still can’t com- municate with the dear departed. A hundred years from now, though, we'll be with them and then perhaps we can communi- cate. Only it won't scem much like Heaven to the people on earth, beeause the announcing will probably be by a late la- mented radio announcer. People on earth will undoubtedly tune in on something like this: “Hello, everybody; this is Gus Whoosis, former radio announcer, ing from the Pearly Gates. I want to tell you what's going on here. I just arrived myself; I was in the midst of reporting the big fight, but the excitement was too much for me, and here I am on another assignment. Let me describe this pls First I'll tell you about some of the distinguished personages I see here. There's Napoleon, you know, the French general. Hello, Nap, didn’t expect to sce you “Oh, that I should end like this!—me, that’s been trimmin’ suckers in the real-estate game for thirty years.” Beastly Rimes The Elephant The Elephant’s a portly beast, Healthy, though he won't And yet some people so in- dulge, And presently begin to bulge, Nor realize how far they've drifted Till forced to have their tum- mies lifted. —Gronrcr Mrrenece here. Ha-ha. And who do you think just came in? Al Glut, the famous aviator. We've been expecting you, Al. Like to say a few words to the folks back on earth about the future of tion? Wait a minute; here’s a party of Sunday tourists. Howdy, folks, you've left the road for good this time.’” And so on, ad infinitum.—R, C. O'Bries Murdering Regulations “Tm sorry, but I'l have to arrest you for murder,” said the detective to the young lady who was standing over the man’s dead body with a smoking revolver in her hand. “You can't arrest me,” she re- can't LE" questioned the “He's my husband.” “Oh, 1 beg your pardon.” pleaded the headquarters man as he started to remove the body. Then he bent over the dead man to examine him more closely, and after consulting a small red book he asked, “What month “October,” replied the beauti- ful thing. “December and January,” mumbled the detective, “Ul have to arrest you after all.” “But, I tell you, he’s my hus- band.” “L can't help that, lady; he's also a brother Elk, and’ you've shot him out of season.” —Jran Provence, When better whoopee is made we know a lot of people who'll make it. comicbooks.com