Judge, 1930-06-28 · page 4 of 37
Judge — June 28, 1930 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Page **"People I Won't Play Golf With Again"** is a humorous dialogue spanning nine holes, where a golfer complains about his partner's annoying behavior—motor-golfing, suggesting opening a butcher shop, placing lost-ball ads, bringing children, chain-smoking, and general carelessness. It's satirizing irritating golf companions through exaggerated dialogue. **"The High-Grader"** tells of Old Joe discovering gold in a mining pan, believing he's struck it rich. The story reveals deception: his rat-eyed pardner has salted the pan with gold flakes as a con. The satire criticizes gullible prospectors easily duped by mining fraud—a common concern during early 20th-century gold-rush schemes. **"Unsuccessful Novelist"** cartoon (right) shows a dejected man at Western Union, likely depicting struggling writers of the era.
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JUDGE People I Won’t Play Golf With Again First Hore “Ts, ha, you play motor g H doncha? Put-put-put-put, like that. Ha, ha, that’s a good one, that is.” Seconp Hors “Tf I could slice like you can, I'd open up a butcher shop.” Turn Hore “Well, never mind, we can play the next hole tomorrow.” Fourtiu Hore “Why doncha put an ad in th’ lost an’-found section of the newspaper. Somebody might read th’ ad an’ re- turn your ball, ha, ha,” Fietn Hore “Well, anyhow, you haven't lost th’ caddy yet.” Sixtn Hore “Why don’ bring th’ kids along next time? They'd have a great time playin’ with ya down there in th’ sand trap. Ho, ho, ho.” Seventiu Hore + give me another cigarette, E:outu Hore That drive was a nice accident. ‘sth’ ter? Are you just findin’ out we're playin’ golf instead of croquet? Ha, ha. Nintu Hore “How many on th’ nine? Fifty- two? Well, cheer up, Bobby Jones was a beginner once himself. How about another cigarette —Scorr Brown Moments to Remember Mr. Mack is forced off the road, The High-Grader Gometiixo was wrong. Even before he took the "his gnarled hands, old Joe Quartz began to suspect that he had been double-crossed by his rat-eyed pardner, Sierra Sam Doublejack. Old Joe kneeled down by the campfire on their claim. In the flickering light he moved the pan slowly from side to side. Hundreds of flaky particles rolled round. Joe looked eagerly among them for a glint of gold. He moved the pan gently again. Once more he was disap- pointed. There was not a trace of dull yellow. With a muttered oath, he placed the pan in his lap and pawed frantically at the contents, Sierra Sam, through nar- rowed eyelids, watched with a cunning | With a wild cry old Joe hurled the pan aside. “Dang yore hide!” he bellowed. “You double-crossin’, thievin’ hyena! It’s jest like it always is! Whenever we make any popcorn, you grab every durn bit that has butter on it!” —Cuet Jounson Unsuccessrut Novetist—Sez you! comicbooks.com