Judge, 1929-11-16 · page 12 of 36
Judge — November 16, 1929 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains several brief satirical jokes typical of Judge magazine's humor style: **Top section ("Al Fresco vs Kid Gloves"):** Two identical stern-faced judges are shown alongside a boxing match illustration. The satire appears to contrast formal judicial authority with casual street fighting—"al fresco" (outdoor dining/informality) versus "kid gloves" (gentle treatment). The accompanying text humorously depicts characters using stereotypical dialect, including a racial caricature ("the blackamoor"). **Lower section:** Multiple short comic vignettes mock contemporary society: - Book reviewers who don't read - The trend of two-volume novels leading to larger apartments - A widow's darkly comedic crematory quip - Scouting naiveté - A beauty specialist's crude behavior The cartoons employ exaggeration and wordplay typical of 1920s-era satirical magazines. The page reflects period attitudes, including casual racist language and imagery now considered offensive.
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JUDGE AL FRESCO- vs KID GLOVES) WE WISH TO EAT AL FRESCO! THUNDERED THE IMPULSIVE TWAIN Drop up and take bouillon with us, Fritzi, but come early and avoid the rusk. “Ah jes’ dropped in to see how m’ frien’ Bones is gettin’ on,” announced a shine ina dispensary, “He's getting along fine,” said the nurse. “He's convalescing now.” “Well, Ah'll jes’ sit down an’ wait till he’s through!” bubbled the blackamoor, Run down to the gaucherie store and get me some vulgarities, Mitzi. A-m-I-z-g-gKj-z Not the top line on an eyesight t. Just something awfully cute the baby said yesterday. “Have read any good books lately?” “No, [ haven't had time for it—you see I’m a book reviewer.” We're happy to see this vogue among authors of writing two- volume novels. Eventually it may lead to the building of larger apartments. “Just put it on my Bill,” sobbed the young widow ‘as she left a floral offering at the crematory. Then there was the boy scout who was going to set the world on fire, using only two matches. “And here’s mud in your eye.” the boisterous beauty spe- as he slapped on the clay The Mammy singer hails a cab comicbooks.com