Judge, 1931-02-07 · page 6 of 36
Judge — February 7, 1931 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Top Cartoon ("Judge"):** A humorous "Modern Scandal" about a would-be judge whose bank deposits failed, preventing his appointment. The cartoon mocks judicial corruption by suggesting judges were expected to profit financially from their position. **Bottom Cartoon:** Depicts Native Americans (labeled "redskins") in a chaotic scene with explosions and stars. This accompanies "The White Man's Burden," a letter from Chet Johnson, superintendent of the Hoopla Reservation, complaining about Indigenous peoples' resistance to "civilization" efforts—including no-parking zones, mini golf courses, and archery lessons. The satire criticizes paternalistic colonial attitudes and forced assimilation policies targeting Native Americans, presenting the superintendent's frustrations as absurd and presumptuous.
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JUDGE Modern Scandal Then there was the fellow who was going to be a judge, but at the last minute didn't get the job because the bank he had his money in failed. The shade of King Tut can be thankful for one thing: When they dug up his past they stopped with the finding of the remains. They didn’t delve into his bank deposits and official acts. A Scotchman is reported to have invented an automatic bagpipe that be played simply by plugging it into a light socket. To prevent em- barrassing mistakes, the thing should be plainly labeled: “This Is Not a Vacuum Cleaner.” “Here's your welsh rarebit, sir!” The White Man’s Burden ‘ Director, U. S. Bureau of Indian a Affairs, Washington, D. C. I ) an Sun: I herewith tender you my resig- 2 | nation as the superintendent of the a Hoopla Reservation and I hope 1 4 never see another Indian as long as I ~ live. These redskins have just about driven me crazy. I have tried to fol- low the bureau's orders to help the Indians become thoroughly civilized. I have established no-parking zones. installed a miniature golf course and taught them some of the milder forms of racketee But still the. en’t satisfied. Every time a Sunday paper arrives, the In- dians look through the rotogravure section and see some new high-falutin® white man’s stunt they think they should n. There is a limit to all things. Five minutes ago a delegation from the Past Chiefs’ Luncheon Club called on me. They want their children to be as smart as the society kids at Palm Bi h, they 1. So they as! would I hire an archery expert to teach the little bucks how to shoot arrows, and couldn't I get a Boy Scout executive out from New York to give them lessons in how to start a fire by rubbing sticks together. That beats me. Get another man for this job. Yours truly, Curr Jounxsox, Supt. 4 comicbooks:com