Judge, 1930-04-26 · page 13 of 36
Judge — April 26, 1930 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# "Judge" Page Analysis This page contains three satirical pieces typical of Judge magazine's humor: **"The Main Event"** discusses a boxing match broadcast, mocking both the fighter (portrayed as dim-witted) and anticipating the inevitable embarrassing speech he'll make into the microphone after winning. The joke plays on early radio broadcasting's novelty and the contrast between physical prowess and verbal incompetence. **Brief social commentary** includes jokes about a Chicago "bobbed-haired bandit" (a 1920s criminal type), New York City subway construction, and a quip about the Chief Justice's decisions being reported like boxing commentary. **"Help—Help!"** satirizes the era's obsession with telephone booths as confined spaces, depicting a dramatic rescue operation. The punchline—reporters asking how the man got trapped in a phone booth—mocks both sensationalist journalism and the absurdity of the situation itself. The cartoons use exaggerated caricature and slapstick humor typical of 1920s-era satirical magazines targeting urban, middle-class readers.
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— The Main Event “TY vervtinne’s all fixed for the big fight tonight, Gus. We just hooked up the broadcasting apparatus, sold the last seat and they're already w outside t How's The Good shape? Punk, Geor; ing to be a flop “Why, he looks all right!” “IT know, George, but after tonight his best friends will give him the razz- rena. I'm afraid he’s go- berry. I been three months, George, tryin’ to learn The Kid something. But a while ago I gave him his final k-out and, v nd it was terrible. t's the matter with hin wo “Well, he starts out dumb and fin ishes worse, but you “t tell him anything. He says he ain't taking no ice from his corner.” Don't you think he has a chance of staying for the ten rounds, Gus “Oh, he'll win the fight, George. No question about that. He'll sock that other guy silly before four rounds. But honest, you ought to hear the sap- py speech he’s going to spiel into the microphone right after the knockout!” d From now on perhaps the decisions i of the Chief Justice, when reported & in the papers, will be captioned: Sez : Hughes. | | Then there's the fellow who took | yeast for a raise in salary. | H Hy q JUDGE “Don't worry about that, Milly—they have acres of it!” If we ever get on the road to the poorhouse it will be just eur luck to run out of gas, We recently read that Chicas bobbed-haited bandit had been for a ride. And now we're wondering whether or not she walked home, After an absence the returning New Yorker is surprised to see how much progress has bee subw More than made on the new streets are torn up er iod says for to walk on the grass.” “Lady, the Commissioner says different.” 11 Help—Help! sue squad worked feverishly cks, sledges and acetyl While police fought to keep curious crowd. | "i Wk re with j torches hack th “WwW shouted the squad boss. “Let's see if he’s still conscious !" There was a breathless, tense. si- hit t lence. The squad leader took a ham- WV mer and tapped the wall three slow WUE | taps. He waited. From the other Maa sa side came three aps. The ‘| crowd cheered. ay 1a “Cut out that noise, can't you?” bel- HH} i i lowed the boss. t's have silence VS ty | When the cheering had died, he \| made a megaphone of his hands, placed j | | them near a little hole that had beer drilled into the wall and shouted “APCs. a ack a weak, pitiful wail: .. I'm almost ked the wall with | ty. He must be ... Two minutes! ‘The rescuers atts almost savage ac saved at any cost Three minutes rs ereaked, bul The entombed) m and all but collapsed. . Six sight- ws crews turned on the 1 equipment that had been aimed and ready for nearly three hours. A dozen reporters crowded around the rescued man, And each shouted the same ques- and-sound 1 tion: “How did you ever get in that tele- Wy phone booth in the first place, Mr. Wh Whiteman?" ihe —Cuet Jouxsox it {I comicbooks.com