Judge, 1930-06-21 · page 7 of 36
Judge — June 21, 1930 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Top Cartoon:** Shows an exhausted man collapsed outside Penrhaeningwyngmlgncham (a deliberately absurd Welsh place name), satirizing Welsh town names' perceived complexity for English speakers. The humor targets the linguistic difficulty of Welsh. **"An Old Grudge Settled" Story:** Illustrates a domestic fight between the Murphys, an Irish family. The narrative describes furniture destruction and police involvement, ending with the family satisfied despite the chaos. The accompanying illustration shows a man and children amid household destruction. **Social Commentary:** The piece stereotypes Irish immigrants as prone to violence and domestic disorder, reflecting period prejudices. The caption—"This life is all right, Joe—but it really needs a woman around to give it that homey touch"—suggests only female domesticity can civilize such households, combining ethnic and gender stereotypes typical of early-20th-century American humor.
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JUDGE THE WELSH CHAMBER OF CO | Anything Else Would Be Clever BIDS YOU WELCOME TO He—What color shall I paint the eee porch? NMNMHWYGWMNGLOACHAM | ¥ She—Paint it the color of the paint. ‘il They say that this year’s baseball is much more lively—excepting, of course, the Boston Braves. And a lot of fans think Brooklyn is going to win the pennant this year, A lot of fans who live in Brookiyn. Most boxers used to keep serap- books as reminders of their bouts. Nowadays they save dance programs. There's one consolation for a mod- crnistic artist—if his stuff doesn’t sell at an exhibit he can always get a few dollars for it as a linoleum design. An Old Grudge Settled FPon nearly twenty: years the Mur- phys had been known as the hap- piest, most peaceful family in’ the neighborhood. Then hell broke loose in their house. For half an hour the neighbors lis- tened, trembling, staring at cach other. The crash of furniture. The smack and thud of blows. None dared to go inside. They held a frantic consulta- tion and decided there was nothing to do but call the police Two riot squads came sirening up the street. A dozen burly coppers rushed into the Murphy home. Ac- customed though they were to scenes of violence, they shuddered at what met their eyes. Papa Murphy stood in a pile of wrecked chairs and tables. There was a wound over one swayed around, but still brandished a club and mumbled incoherent thre: Mama Murphy lay on what was left of sofa, gasping w y. Little Mary Murphy was sere ly ‘and the four-year- twins crouched in one corner, arms around cach other, terror in their eyes. Every room was strewn with broken dishes ‘and glassware, pictures that had been torn from the wall and light fixtures that had been wrecked during the terrific battle. Apparently t fight had started at the dinner table and spread all over the house. The once beautiful Murphy home was beyond salvage. But the Mur- phys were satisfied. It had been a hard struggle, but they finally had killed the moth. “This life is all right, Joe—but it really needs a woman around to give —Cuer Jounson it that homey touch.” comicbooks.com