Judge, 1929-11-30 · page 5 of 36
Judge — November 30, 1929 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Top Cartoon ("Wall Street"):** Two stock market traders confront a disheveled figure labeled with financial crimes and stock schemes. The satire targets Wall Street fraud and market manipulation—common concerns during economic downturns. The specific schemes mentioned (framing 25% margins, mobs) suggest this addresses contemporary stock market abuses, though the exact historical moment is unclear without dating. **Bottom Cartoon ("Spectator-Is the dog mad?"):** A slapstick scene of someone falling while a dog causes chaos. This appears to be simple physical comedy rather than political satire. **Articles:** "The Old, Old Story" and "The Berries" contain mild domestic and legal humor unrelated to the cartoons. The page primarily satirizes financial corruption through exaggerated caricature and visual chaos.
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Speaking of Slogans The Stock Market—Good to the Last Drop! Between the stock market and the laundries, it's a wonder anybody has his shirt left. oW ou've got to give the devil his dew,” the rounder’s wife as she ordered another case of scotch, The old New England Puritans were not gamblers, and yet many of them often found themselves up to their necks in stocks, So the joke business iy dull at present?” ‘Yeh, everybody's waiting around for a new cigarette campaign. “Did you ever do any fishing through the ice?” “Only for cherries at the bottony of ses.” And, remember, in reading statis tics of auto fatalities th don’t in- clude those who get pneumonia from riding in rumble seats. Cor—Did you lose something? The Old, Old Story The time came when I had to admit that there was no longer any question about my wife's trying to pull the wool over my eyes. I had been more or less asleep—entirely unconscious that anything of the sort was going on. Once my eyes were opened I realized that thi could not continue as they were me too uncom- fortabl fe here was nothing else to do but speak to her quietly, taxing her with her actions and mak- ing her see that conditions, from my standpoint, were fast getting unbear- ble. So T said “Emma, please don’t hog the blanket —ron've pulled it all up) over on face and my feet are simply freezing. Han Ssueric The Berries We've a swell idea for a commuters’ and subway-riders’ graveya wouldn't require a lot. of cither because everybody would buried standing up. In a murder case, it is up to the jury to find the defendant guilty or not guilty. Sreeraton—Is the dog mad? But first it is up to the police to find Vierim—T don’t know, but b-b-believe the defendant.