Judge, 1930-04-12 · page 9 of 36
Judge — April 12, 1930 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains two distinct pieces of early 20th-century satirical content: **"Something to Aim At"** (top): A carnival operator describes a racist shooting gallery attraction. Originally featuring Black men ("African dodger," "Rastus," "Sambo") as targets, business was poor. The operator then replaced the Black workers with "sick-looking white fellows" and business boomed—the joke being that audiences preferred shooting at white targets. The satire appears to mock both the racist premise of such attractions and American attitudes about who was considered acceptable to harm for entertainment. **"The Altitude Flight"** (bottom): A brief story about Annie McAnnie, an eighteen-year-old female aviator, enduring altitude sickness during a high-altitude flight. The narrative celebrates her perseverance despite physical distress, presenting her as brave ("Sweetheart of the Clouds"). This appears genuinely admiring rather than satirical, reflecting early aviation-era fascination with pioneering female pilots. Both pieces reflect early 1900s American attitudes and entertainment practices now recognized as deeply offensive.
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JUDGE | Something to Aim At W> were all ready to do a big busi- ness on the first warm day of the season, The. papers said 200,000 people a were at Coney Island that ¢ But 4 | | | | | only two people paid a dime each to om throw baseballs at our African dodger. «| \ the rates hat didn't The next Sunday we to four throws for a dime. in | help any. We fired Rastus and hired 1. Sambo and offered a bonus of a box of | ing [cigars to anyone who hit him. Still pat business was dead. Then we made a radical change in cn our concession, And now there's so much trade we'll have to install three | fed |) tore canvases with holes for heads. | Mea L, And all we did was to get rid of the os | colored gents and. hir ek-looking | * |) white fellows to act as ts. | The sign that draws the business Putty-blower disguised as a cigarette-holder for controlling partner ol- maces c eit 2 i ¢ sh as these who is inclined to make the wrong lead. }] os Throw!” . ky, . . | The Altitude Flight | uc- | U and up and up went little Annic ? MeAnnie, eighteen-year-old avi- | | atrix. | She was smiling happily at the | ay | start. At 1,000 feet she still was smil aly | ing. The air began to get thinner and { om she breathed more rapidly. nil a 00 fect Annie's smile began he ‘oon her lips were clamped his her. Happy. confidencc hat was replaced by flickering doubts. Hee These increased as she climbed higher on and higher. } is Once Annie felt dizzy, faint. She | our felt she could climb no higher. Then fa she gritted her teeth and kept on. : \{ couldn't give up now. Be a quitter? Not little Annie MeAnnie, ‘The Sweetheart of the Clouds.” | And then, hardly conscious of what | was going on, she knew she w a top. With a weak sigh she rel the seat. But in a moment she was herself again. “Just about what I might have ex- nan pected from you!” she snapped to the irst friend. “The last row in the top wor And if there ever was a pic tion ture I wanted to see close up it’s this ed one!” —Cuer Jouxson } tto | anit “Why don’t you squeak for your- | at self, John?” Priscilla asked the talki | star who had a double do his singing 1 N “We're getting him used to seeing his Uncle Abner.” for him, rit * | 7 | fF 3 comicbooks.com