Judge, 1930-07-19 · page 7 of 36
Judge — July 19, 1930 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page satirizes early 20th-century concerns about motorboats disrupting traditional recreation. The top cartoon shows a boat captain going overboard with the caption "Oops! Sorry!"—mocking reckless motorboat operators. The middle cartoon depicts a motorboat collision with a rowboat, captioned "If the rumble-seat idea spreads to motor-boats," suggesting motorboats are as unsafe and frivolous as cars with rumble seats. The "Propaganda" section mocks Dry supporters (Prohibition advocates) who blamed radio broadcasts of popular music on "wet interests." A poem titled "The Silent Lake" laments that motorboats have destroyed peaceful lake recreation, drowning out nature's quiet sounds. The bottom illustration shows beachgoers fleeing the noise, saying "Haw! Haw! This is going to be good!"—likely ironic commentary on recreational chaos.
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——~ Ovtrosnpen—Oops! Sorry! JUDGE And He Didn't Endorse Anything, Either Tis fellow was the skipper of his own boat, but in all his marine ex- perience he never: Whistled “Anchors Aweigh!" when he started a cruise. Boasted that his was the smartest craft that ever trimmed sail. Politely informed the passengers to keep off the bridge. Walloped a member of the crew with a belayin’ pin. Insisted that his last crossing was the roughest in forty-three yi Wore blue togs with a nautical cut when he was ashore, He was the only captain of his kind and his name was } pah, —Curr Jouxson If the rumble-seat idea spreads to motor-boats, Propaganda The Drys probably feel that the radio is allied with the wet interests. The n Song is being broadcast all the tim d you hardly ever hear the “Old Oaken Bucket. Then there's the disappointed young college graduate who found a job. The Silent Lake As silently upon this lake I sit and fish and hope to take A speckled bass or maybe two From its pellucid, finny blue; I do not hear the fish Nor bird-calls as the birds fly by. The lowing of the distant kine Falls not on ears remote as mine. Unheard are nature's sweetest notes, Drowned out by outboard motor-boats. —Carroit Cannone “Haw! Haw! This is going to be good!” comicbooks.com