Judge, 1930-05-24 · page 7 of 36
Judge — May 24, 1930 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains humorous illustrated vignettes rather than political satire. The top section, "Overhead in a Trout Stream," depicts fishing advice between two men—one experienced angler instructing an amateur ("Mack") on proper fly-fishing technique. The humor derives from the expert's detailed, condescending monologue about worm selection, casting method, and stream etiquette. Below are three separate cartoon gags: an "aesthetic dancer" doing a golf putt, a domestic scene titled "Chicago Racketeer's Wife," and automobile humor labeled "King of the Road" and "Near-Sighted Driver." These are lifestyle and social humor pieces typical of 1920s-era Judge magazine—satirizing modern urban life, gender relations, and automotive culture rather than political figures or events.
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The asthetic dancer misses a short putt. Overheard in a Trout Stream “Fee: Mack—you're not fishin’ with a worm, ya, know. You' ve gotta fly on the end of yer lin posed to look aliv .. Lknow, but trout a va think. n’ it’s sup- tas dumb as That gnat of yours looks as if it'd been dead a strikes... . Wateh me Ya bring yer arm back with a wrist motion like you was whippin’ a horse. “T's a pretty light day. [think I'll take this white miller off and put on a brown hackle... . No, 1 won't, vither—I'll try a silver doctor. ought to be takin’ silver doctors a day like this. ) Whip it back like I told you, then behind that rock Sow make it jump along fly had just lit on the water and was tryin’ to fly away. ... Keep yer thumb on the reel, ya dumb-bell! Sposi abbed that. Ya wouldn't have no tension on A and he'd shake the hook right out of his mouth... Hey! When ya whip back, re cme mber [I'm in the stream, .. An’ I got ears, in case ya don't know hook can catch in ‘em, “Ya better let me do the fly fishin’ fer this crowd, Mack. There's a knack to it, just like everything else. You put on a snell hook and try worms. Ya might get a beauty if ya just set still on that rock and keep quiet; but don't be talkin’ you'll scare every trout this side of E Mills. A trout can hear a pin drop... . Here's a nice fat worm, Mack. Now toss in there and fish a foot or two off the bot--+ tom. . No, ya don't need a bobber. . . And, don't make so much noise—you'll scare the trout. I'm going down stream to a pool I know The sky's bright- ought to be takin’ ya getta strike call me, use you wouldn't know how to No wonder ya don't get land him, “Well, [guess that pool around the bend is all fished out, Mack... . [had one whopper, almost landed him, but got away... . Any bites, Mack? Ya got one)... Well, yer certainly nuts. Why didn't ya call me like I told ya to? ... Hell, n; it was only luck va got that fella. [t's a knack to play a trout tha nd you haven't had the experience. Ya mighta lost him. What'd ya do when he grabbed - Ya pulled him in and put ’em . How'd ya get ‘em I guess va better give mea couple a worms. I know a swell pool up stream under the dam... . Here: d'ya wanna try a little fly fishin’ with this white miller? [think they ought to start takin’ white millers, Mack— it’s gettin’ kinda dark out, Cincaco Rackerren’s Wire—T'll bet you forgot to bring home th’ pineapples. Nean-Starep Datver—Say, what ya going to do—park there all day?