Judge, 1930-09-20 · page 11 of 36
Judge — September 20, 1930 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains two satirical pieces mocking social pretense among the leisure class circa early 20th century. **Top section ("Judge" by W.M. Thompson):** A golfer named Dubb exemplifies masculine hypocrisy. He lies about his golf score, then claims he *must* drink whiskey in the locker room despite disliking it—justifying it as what "everybody knows" golfers do. The joke targets how men perform expected behaviors (drinking, poor sportsmanship) while pretending social pressure forces them, when they could simply refuse. **Bottom section (cartoon by S.E. Burwood):** A humorous domestic scene where one man found his friend hiding in a closet. The joke appears to involve marital deception or infidelity—the caption's tone suggests the discovery was embarrassingly comic. **Overall theme:** Both pieces satirize upper-middle-class men who rationalize questionable behavior (cheating, drinking, possibly infidelity) as unavoidable social conventions rather than personal choices. The satire mocks their self-deception and moral flexibility.
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“I'm glad you corrected me,” said Dubb, “I don’t really like to lie : shout my score, but it has to.be done, you understand.” In the locker room, Dubb got out 1 bottle of liquor, mixed two highballs, ind tossed his off in one gulp. “My, that is terrible,” he said. “I wish I didn’t have to drink the stuff.” “Well, nobody makes you.” ‘What nonsense,” snapped Dubb. Everybody knows that golfers al- ways drink in the locker room after eve late,” I observed. 5 do home.” “Why, if I did I'd be in time for dinner. Who ever heard of a golfer who wasn't late for dinner? I'll have to wait around here for another half hour at least.” “Well, then, I wish you luck,” said, and started for the door. I went out I need back. Dubb was sitting disconsolately on a bench look- ing at the bottle of whiskey. —W. M. Tompson Service “I always cat in this restaurant. You know, in lots of restaurants the waiters grab the plate y from you before you have finish “And they don’t do that here?” “Oh, yes they do, but here you don’t mind it so much.” “You should'’a seen his face when he found me in the closet!" comicbooks.com