Judge, 1931-03-21 · page 12 of 36
Judge — March 21, 1931 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two separate satirical pieces from the Prohibition era (likely 1920s-1930s). **"Grill Work"** (main story): A Senate investigating committee chairman interrogates a bootlegger about his illegal alcohol operation. The satire targets the futility of Prohibition enforcement—the chairman ultimately reveals he's not trying to stop the bootlegger but rather to secure a reliable supply for his own party that evening. The joke exposes the hypocrisy of lawmakers: they publicly prosecute bootleggers while privately patronizing them. **"Champion Flag-Pole Sitter"** (small cartoon, left): A satirical jab at the 1920s fad of flag-pole sitting—a pointless endurance stunt where people sat atop poles for days. "Rosie" appears to reference female participation in this trend. **"Interne"** (top): A hospital scene joke about a doctor's wife in the women's ward, implying marital discord. All three pieces mock contemporary American behaviors and legal contradictions with sharp, cynical humor typical of Judge's editorial voice.
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INTERNE GRILL ite chairman of the Senate investi- nomittee frowned at the ore him, ne, please,” he snapped. “the man answe gating man sitting Your ni be D°An “And what is your profession?” Cuampion Fac-Pote Sirrer— Hurry up with that hammer, Rosie—d'ya s'pose I wanta sit up here all day? JUDGE T understand your wife “Yeah—but she started it.” WORK A stony look came into the man’s foee the chairman. ur You won't get ¢ Your “Come, now,” “This won't do. where by refusing to answer. profession, please.” “T don't have any.” “Eomean what do you make your living at?” The vked as if he would again refuse to answer. The chair- n suddenly shot at him ot r, are man | are you not? we man was caught by surprise. He nodded. ‘The chairman scowled He had gotten” the wanted. But he was still not. satis- fied. He went on relentlessly: “Where do you get the stuff?" “Buy it.” was the reply. “T Know you buy it. But whe The chairman pointed a fi man. “T want the trath, “T get it down at the wharf. A boat sneaks it in.” information he “T suppose a inan takes his life into his hands every time he takes a drink of the stuff,” the chairman mented. “Oh, no,” the bootlegger replied. “It's real good stuff. It's brought in direct from Canada.” com- “Are you absolutely sure about that?” 10 in the women's ward. “Gad! what a rough detour.” “Tm. positive.” With « nent of his hand the ch, a 1 that he had ne mor “he said. “You se. But you got y this afternoon, I'm having a little party tonight and | want to make sure about the cocktails.’ —Harny Epstein comicbooks.com