Judge, 1930-03-29 · page 4 of 36
Judge — March 29, 1930 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two distinct sections: **Left side ("Leaves From History"):** A Shakespeare parody featuring famous lines from *Julius Caesar*, presented as modern dialogue with "Oh, yeah?" responses. This satirizes contemporary speech patterns by contrasting them with classical literature—a common humor device mocking modern colloquialism. **Right side ("A Chip of the Old Block"):** A story about Phil Starling, a newly crowned heavyweight boxing champion. The narrative describes his humble origins and physical weakness as a child, contrasting with his current success. The accompanying illustration shows a multi-story building collapse with figures at various levels, captioned "Ahh—thank goodness, that broke my fall!"—a visual gag unrelated to the text above it. The page reflects Judge's blend of literary satire and sports-focused humor typical of early-to-mid 20th century American magazines.
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Leaves From History in the Talkie Manner “IT come to bury Cesar, not to praise him.” “Oh, yeah?” “But as for me, give me liberty or death!" ays you!” “TI intend to fight it out on this line if it takes all summer!” “Oh, “To be or not to be, that is the question Oh, ¥ According to the papers, Lou Telle- gen has been married for the fourth He should change his name to Fe & oz Ex-Votunteren Fireman—Go back, “Ahh—thank goodness, that broke my fall!” 2 boys; I'm tellin? you—you're too late. A Chip of the Old Block “Ves, sir, we surely were worried pout that kid of ours.” It was newly crowned heavy- » missus used to say to me, pur baby will never be like his dad. Well, it sure looked that we He was puny and underweight, and although we took him to the best doc tors in the country, things were pretty black. We'd just about given up all hope and become reconciled to having an invalid on our hands when se thing h mp stopped and wiped tears of honest emotion from his steely gray “Did the nip- up in his cradle and sock “No, boys,” replied Phil. thing better than that. The wi I took him over to be christened one day, and I'll be darned if, right in the middle of the ceremony, the little son of a gun didn’t yell ‘foul!’ ” We've lost some confidence in these Limitations Conferences, but we do hope that this one will limit the na- tions, on a 5-5-3 basis, regarding war novels, And if Roxy would only organize « football team among his ushers, there would really be no excuse left for West Point. Then there was the chap who didn't answer when Opportunity kyocked because he thought it was another in- stalment collector.