Judge, 1930-07-12 · page 6 of 36
Judge — July 12, 1930 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This page from *Judge* magazine contains two satirical pieces: **"Will It Come to This?"** depicts a nervous president awaiting a "Fact Finding Commission's" conclusion on an unspecified matter. The joke appears to reference bureaucratic delay and indecision—the commission can only recommend that eggs be "fried straight up" on one side and "fried on both sides" on the other, a absurdly useless non-conclusion. This satirizes government commissions that produce vague or contradictory findings. **"Well, Why Not?"** humorously depicts a census-taker's interrogation. The joke plays on increasingly absurd questions (about family size, pets, radios, musical instruments) escalating to a ridiculous punchline about the couple's lack of sauerkraut after 20 years of marriage. The satire mocks overly intrusive government census procedures. Both pieces mock bureaucratic inefficiency and government overreach through humor.
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“Y’ know, Joe, I can’t wait till the day they stick freights on those things.” | Well, Why Not? Pow many is there in your family, lady “Just my husband and I.” “No, children?” | “Any dogs or cats?” } “No sir.” | “Do you have a radio?” i | “Now, have you any saxophones, player-pianos, ukeleles or other musi- j cal instruments?” i “Indeed not. And why, if T may ask, all the questions? Is the govern ! “nt taking another census >” No, lady; I'm not a census enu- merator, I'm just the man who in- tends to rent the house next door.” —C. M. Anp 4 Will It Come to This? Wk president was nervous, “Any decision yet?” he asked. he commission still is deliberat- ing,” reported a secretary. Another hour dragged by. A clerk opened the door of the commission's room and peered out. investigators hope to arrive at a definite conclusion soon, Mr. Presi dent,” he announced. “Remind them that hey mere to sift the facts,” said the pre “Their duty is not to take any action.” A third hour passed. The pre: dent paced nervously about the room. There were grim lines in his fac Sometimes he sighed. Once almost groaned. Suddenly the door opened and the members of the commission filed out. “Gentlemen, latest Fact have you arrived at a conclusion on the important matter I submitted to isked the president. “We have, Mr. President.” “What is your decision, gentle- men? “Mr. President, after looking at the problem from every recommend that you fried straight up, fried on both side: as members of my inding Commission, angle we ve one egg 1 the other egg —Cuer Jounson, “George dear, twenty years ago, today, we were marricd—ahat do you say if we have some sauerkraut?” comicbooks.com