Judge, 1929-12-28 · page 10 of 37
Judge — December 28, 1929 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains satirical content mocking various social trends and conventions of the era (appears to be early 20th century). The **"Famous Relics"** exchange jokes about antique dealers misidentifying items—a woman mistakes a table for a Colonial Washington artifact, only to learn it's actually "Custer's Last Stand," humorously treating the famous military defeat as furniture. The **"Help Wanted Male"** section satirizes absurd job postings, including positions for "gas-main repairers" skilled in witty conversation and symphony cymbal-crashers requiring "experience"—mocking employers with ridiculous or contradictory qualifications. The **"Mail Man"** cartoon depicts a domestic dispute with slapstick violence, titled "Your wife-of-the-month, mister"—likely satirizing infidelity or casual attitudes toward marriage. The **"Husband"** cartoon shows a man seeking Spanish curse words, presumably to argue with someone. The **"Believe It or Not"** column ironically describes an exemplary college man who breaks all contemporary youth stereotypes (no wild sweaters, no drinking, no flashy behavior, conservative dress)—concluding that his very *normalcy* is what got him appointed college president, mocking both student excess and administrative hypocrisy.
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JUDGE Famous Relics Aytigve Monox—What an ador- able old table. Colonial, I suppose. Possibly a Washington relic, or Axtieve Deatren—To be exact madam, that is Custer’s Last Stand. Help Wanted Male } The man we want must have firm convictions concerning Art and Life. He must have a commanding and au- thoritative appearance. He will act as an advisor to ture dir great motion-pic- Gas-main repairers, two, well versed { : . i i] in witty conversation, i | Are you interested in finding a suit- able occupation with plenty of leisure, and with no need for haste in the per- formance of your duties? If so ply at the Main Office, Western Union. Three good climbers to act as ap- prentice Davey Tree Surgeons. - We want an executive. We want a | man who can remain composed during | the tranquil periods of our meetings. We want a man who can spring to action at the precise moment. Ex- \ perience necessary. To crash the eym- | bals in symphony orchestra. | College men, attention! We have openings for young men who want to start at the bottom of the ladder. Ap- ply to the Fire Dept., N. Y. Cit Matt Max—Your sife-of-the-month, mister. Believe It or Not I know a college man who is looked up to by all about him—faculty and student body, alike. Yet he never wears crazy-quilt’ sweaters; doesn’t part his hair in the middle, and never dates co-eds. He taboos liquor in all forms, looks askance at decorated slickers, dresses conservatively and belongs to no branch of the pseudo-intelligentsia. He avoids making himself conspicu- ous in theatres, railway stations and other public places. Slang, nt or modern, has no place in his speech; and he'd rather walk a score of miles than be seen in a wise-erack-labeled Ford. He is but mildly partisan in’ his support of the football team, His coat is always securely but- toned, affording no view of his jeweled fraternity pin, and he never writes home for money. ; raha Perhaps that's why the trustees ap- pointed him President! m Hespann—Oh! If I only knew some Spanish cuss words —Mark Hearey 8 comicbooks.com