Judge, 1929-12-14 · page 7 of 36
Judge — December 14, 1929 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three separate humor pieces from Judge magazine (a satirical publication): 1. **"The Polite Truck-Driver"** (top): A domestic scene where a husband apologizes excessively to his wife about a minor car fender-bender, exemplifying overly formal politeness in contrast to the crude stereotype of truck drivers. 2. **"'Twas the Week Before..."** (left): A dialogue satirizing the commercialization of Christmas and Santa Claus, mocking how department stores employ fake Santas while denying children's belief in the real Santa—critiquing holiday retail cynicism. 3. **"A Welcome Guest"** (right): Arthur Crouch's illustration showing Santa surrounded by children in a Salvation Army setting, humorously depicting children's Christmas wish letters requesting gifts rather than charitable donations—commenting on materialism versus charity. These pieces reflect early-to-mid 20th century concerns about commercialism, class dynamics, and holiday traditions.
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JUDGE Janitor’s Motto Don’t fire until you see the white on their windows. | ! i Many a lamb wishes he had gam boled on the green instead of with it. | And then there is the man who lost | so much on the stock market that he'll have to wear the neckties given to | him for Christmas, | At seven o'clock Cliristinas morning Junior turns on the new radio and father turns on Junior. | | | ] A Welcome Guest 1 ! If children wrote to Santa Cl | The way their hearts suggested, | | < ations all would read: “Your presents are requested.” | The Polite Truck-Driver Isc | “Why, no, I'm really not a bit sore or | because you smashed the fender on at | my car. OF course not, Sure, I know he darn well that it wasn’t your fault at En all, and an ident like that could happen to anyone. I wouldn't have n you think for a minute that I'd eriti- A, cise you about such a little thing; I y } ean have the fender straightened to- it morrow and then it'll be as good as d | ever. Maybe I did look kinda sore e | when you dented it, but I didn’t mean anything by that—just forgot myself for a minute was all. You wouldn't hold that against a fella, would you? ; } ... All right then, darling, if you're ly to quit bawling me out’ now, : I'll go ahead and teach you some more | things about driving a car.” T’was the Week Before ... know what, Mr. Smith Tom, what's th’ matter? ‘Well, there ain't any— “Don't tell me that there's no Santa Claus.” at's it, Mr. Smith, that’s a “But that can't be, you're foo! “No, sir, it's your—.” the kids are all being arthur crouch That bum, you hired to play $ Claus didn’t up, now what we goin’ to —Scorr Brown sho Disillusionment!