Judge, 1930-04-12 · page 5 of 36
Judge — April 12, 1930 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of This Judge Magazine Page **Top cartoon ("The magician goes rabbit-hunting"):** A magician pulls a rabbit from a hat, satirizing sleight-of-hand deception—likely commenting on political or social illusions of the era. **"Why We've Stopped Going to Baseball Games":** Quotes the chaotic experience of attending games—fans shouting contradictory demands ("hole in bat," "tin cup," "get a washtub"), umpires making questionable calls. The satire mocks the rowdy, argumentative nature of baseball crowds and the sport's disputes. **"In Days of Old":** A romantic poem by R.W. Mills contrasting medieval knights in armor with modern fashion and courtship, suggesting nostalgia for older social codes. **Bottom cartoon:** A man tells his wife he can't come home for dinner because "the elevators aren't running"—satirizing modern urban dependency on technology and infrastructure.
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The magician goes rabbit-hunting. Why We’ve Stopped Going to Baseball Games iere must be a hole in his bat— ha, “You call that safe? Aw, you ou be sittin’ on a street corner with a tin cup “Down in front, down in front! “Papa, can I have i bottle of pop? Can I, papa?” ... Don't worry about that bird, Lefty he couldn't hit the ball if it was a balloon!” ... “But tell me, dear, just what do they mean by an inning? . “Get a washtub, you simp!" ran too long the same pl ha, I .. "Peanuts and popcorn!’ anybody could see it was x at um WwW strike. You can't fool me— is crooked ay a pretzel ’s swingin’ at ‘em, old be I knocked your hat off, did 1? i, what of it?” ... “Lynch him! Lynch him!" ... “Darling, I simply n't understand this game, Why is it that the umpire never gets to bat?” —Ormonp Rosnins In Days of Old When knights were bold and nights were cold But ladies fair and warmer, The men waxed wroth to plight their troth Encased in plates of armor. The well-dressed lad was ironclad And modes were marked by stern- ness That kept controlled his heat and cold, Like dials on a furnace. A love affair in metalware Is haply out of fashion: This later race can find no place For percolated passion. Though courtesy and chivalry Impressed those maids as grand stuff, The facts revealed that fresh foods yield More calories than canned stuff. —R. W. Mus JUDGE In Washington “Check your bag, mister?" es, and put it on ice.” It's a good thing that smoking in the streets of Chicago isn’t illegal, as it is in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, or a lot of gangsters would have to put away their guns, First Harvard Man—I see our as- tronomers have located a new planet. Second H, M.—It'd be a lot better if they'd discovercd a new football star. “I'm sorry, dear, I can’t get home running! r dinner, the elevators aren't comicbooks.com