Judge, 1929-10-19 · page 12 of 36
Judge — October 19, 1929 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Top Cartoon:** A doorman (labeled as "former football coach") exhorts a group of well-dressed women to "get in there and fight!" The satire mocks the absurdity of applying aggressive sports language to genteel society women, likely commenting on post-WWI efforts to mobilize women for charitable or civic work using masculine rhetoric. **"Pointed Queries":** A satirical column poking fun at wealthy New Yorkers—their leisure activities (golf, European travel), their dependence on Wall Street income or paternal allowances, and their social pretensions (Princeton attendance, coming-out parties). The questions highlight the idle, privileged lifestyle of the upper class. **"You Bet He Got the Job":** An aspiring executive impresses his boss by securing two tickets to the Harvard-Yale football game—a prestigious social prize that outweighs actual business accomplishments. The joke satirizes how social connections and sports access matter more than real competence in business advancement. **Bottom Cartoon:** A child commandeers his younger brother's kiddie-car, illustrating sibling rivalry with comedic exaggeration. The page overall mocks wealthy elites and their shallow values.
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Doormax—(former football coach)—Now, ladies, I want you to get in there and fight! Pointed Queries “Do you still play golf every afternoon, or aren't you selling bonds any more “Are you going to work for charity this winter, or isn't t coming-out party until next f . you still get along in New York on what you make in Wall Street. or has your father cut you off without a penny?” “Did you have a lot of fun on your return trip from Europe, or was it an American boat? “Did your hat an automobile, t run over by is this your second year at Princeton?” —J. C. You Bet He Got the Job Tom Wilson dashed into the presidential sanctum, “You told me to bring proof of my connec tions, proof of my resourceful ness," shouted the excited junior executiv “What of it?” snapped old J. “It's got to be something big nd you that Boston branch “It is something big!” shouted the underling. “Oh, I suppose you induced Clemons to sign his contract.” “That's nothing compared to what I did.” “Then you probably sold the actory output for the s child’s play, J. PL even tell you about a ail like that.” Even hard-boiled old J.P. seemed interested. He left his chair and walked over to the window. “Good gracious, Tom,” he said, “you don’t mean to tell me. certainly do, sir. Here they are—two tickets for the Har- vard-Yale game!” —Antnern L, Lippmann Jim—Why did you try so many d passes? ‘om—Oh, the darned coach is air-minded. fo He commandeered his kid brother's kiddie-kar. comicbooks.com