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# Judging the News - May 14, 1930 The cartoon depicts a man in formal attire (top hat) labeled "C'mon—c'mon—I gotta get home," holding what appears to be a map, speaking to a uniformed officer standing in a D.S.C. (Distinguished Service Cross) barrel. The satire appears to target government bureaucracy or military administration during the Great Depression era. The accompanying text references Richard Halliburton (an adventurer), Rudy Vallée (entertainer), golf club advertisements, and leisure activities. The joke likely critiques how wealthy individuals pursued frivolous pastimes while ordinary citizens struggled economically. The bureaucratic figure and the "gotta get home" complaint suggest commentary on government inefficiency or red tape frustrating the public during this period of national hardship.

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JUDGE Jack Snurriewortn, Editor Georce Jexs Nari Ricinven J. Warsi Sipsey S. Lesz, Contributing Editors JUDGING THE NEWS Richard Halliburton wants a com- panion who will go away with him and ke the civilized world for fifty If he can get Rudy Vallée to take the job, we'll pay part of his expenses, Gliders now are towed by airplanes, which makes two ways to commit suicide with a rope. For $100 you can buy a set of clubs such as Horton Smith used to beat Bobby Jones, an advertisement. Yes, and for $2 you can buy a bat such as Babe Ruth uses to knock all those home runs. Our idea of the leisure lass is the people who have enough time to read all the Sunday papers every Sunday. c about now that the back ners begin to suspect that ruth-in-Advertising” fig t vet been extended to include can et seedsmen. And then there was the Scotchman on the party who ordered one of those paraly cocktails just before the check came. “C'mon—c’mon—I gotta get home.”