Judge, 1929-11-16 · page 11 of 36
Judge — November 16, 1929 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three satirical pieces targeting early 20th-century American business culture and social pretense: **"The Salesman's Revenge"** mocks arrogant executives who mistreat salesmen. The poem imagines divine comeuppance—the businessman facing Saint Peter with a long wait, draining his "bitter cup" in ironic reversal of earthly power dynamics. **"Two Song-Writers Meet"** satirizes sentimental popular songs. Two men who were romantic rivals absurdly reconcile through overwrought lyrics about love, nature, and forgiveness ("look for the Silver Lining"). The joke is the artificial, melodramatic sentimentality of commercial songwriting. **The opera singer cartoon** (bottom right) shows someone in a pentthouse unable to perform because constant yodeling ("O-lee-o-lay-ee-oooh") drowns her out. This mocks both noisy urban apartment living and the pretension of high-culture residents in luxury buildings. All three pieces ridicule American business excess, artificial emotions, and social climbing—typical Judge magazine targets.
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JUDGE The Salesman’s Revenge Big Business Man who made me stew Five hours in your ante-room, Ere you refused an interview And plunged) my salesman's soul in gloom, I hope some day wlien you: fore sake This : of unrestricted cares And singing angels gently take You up St. Peter's golden stairs, That you will drain your bitter cup, And find, despite your flow of tears, The Saint in conference tied up wait a million —thell with them!” Two Song-Writers Meet “Hello, old pal who stole my gal and left me broken-hearted. She went away that day in May and then my sorrow started. But Il forgive and on I'll live in sadness and in sorrow, as with a love her, Joe—more than you know—and hope that you won't blame her. For love ap- peared and Cupid cheered the day I came to claim her.’ “T thought my wife she'd be for life. You robbed me of my gladness. The whippoorwill for me don’t trill and everything is sadness. You did me dirt, and boy it hurt, you robbed me of my ATA ERE awn an ‘She's happy, boy. She’s filled with joy. By forest glades she’s tripping, there by the spring where thrushes sing and water- falls are dripping. She's squared her sin and you should grin, though once it seemed distress- ‘arewell, then friend. ‘To nd my broken-hearted 1, you're square, so put’er there—once more the sun is shining. Good-bye, good luck don’t lose your pluck—look for the Silver Lining!” Opera Sixcen—Damn! I'll have to leave this pent-house; —Anrien L. Lirestany. I can’t do anything but yodel here! 9 comicbooks.com