Judge, 1930-09-20 · page 10 of 36
Judge — September 20, 1930 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains two unrelated satirical cartoons: **"Home Builder"** (top): Mocks someone's aspirations to build their dream home. The crude, collapsing structure with a garage door and crooked roof suggests incompetence or delusion—the caption "Gad, how I've dreamed of this moment!" implies the builder's fantasies don't match reality. **"The Inveterate Golfer"** (main story): A humorous anecdote about Mr. Dubb, an obsessive golfer with terrible skills. The satire targets golfers' contradictory behavior—Dubb insists he "hates" slicing drives off-course while simultaneously claiming all golfers do this routinely. He demands silence from companions, expects others to accept crude language ("swear like troopers"), and miscounts his strokes (takes six but claims three). The joke exposes the self-deluding arrogance and hypocrisy of serious amateur golfers. The cartoon below the text shows a lion treed by someone, mocking tree-sitters—likely referencing 1920s-era sit-down protestors.
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