Judge, 1931-04-18 · page 10 of 36
Judge — April 18, 1931 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# "Judge" Page Analysis This page contains three distinct items: **"Gantvort" (top):** A humorous poem by George Mitchell about a lovelorn goldfish who falls for a "flapper-fish" (referencing the fashionable, independent young women of the 1920s). She rejects him; he drowns himself in despair—satirizing both romantic melodrama and the "modern woman" who spurns traditional courtship. **"The taxi-driver" cartoon (top right):** A slapstick illustration of a taxi driver being thrown from his vehicle, captioned about a wrestler he couldn't make change for—straightforward physical comedy with no political content. **"Trapped" (bottom right):** A serious account of a trapped miner's rescue, followed by scattered political and social commentary: criticism of Democrats' disunity, a jab at divorce proceedings, and a quip about Nevada's legalized gambling. The page mixes humor, sentiment, and political jabs typical of *Judge*'s satirical approach.
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Gantvort Or the Lay of a Lovelorn Goldfish Vaxtvort the Goldfish, alone in his aquarium, Languished because there was no one to marry ‘im. Copious the tears that bespattered hig vesture: Life without Love was to Gantvort a gesture. Fate, peradventure, then threw him a creature: A Flapper-fish, perfect in figure and feature. He loved her at once, but the hussy she spurned him, Crool was the lesson in love that she learned him. Opening his mouth then, he swallowed much water; Swallowed more water than he should of oughter. They found him at, truth to tell, but not swimmi Another sad victim to fall for fair women, —Grorce Mitciten. The tasi-driver who told a wrestler he couldn't change five dollars. Trapped ue trapped miner fought for breath. A stecl bar pressed against his stomach ther bore down on his knees, holding him tightly in his pain ful position. He could hear the cheery voices of his rescuers as they cut through the sheets of metal’ with acetylene torches in their efforts to free him. Their voices seemed far away. He was rapidly losing con- sciousness and the end seemed near ! Finally the hiss of th: wh the steel reached his ears and he breathed a prayer of nd vowed to Heaven. that. once again free, he would never, never get into a rumble seat as long as he lived. —D. 1 Add Pitiful Figures: The train caller who tried to get a divorce br cause his wife didn’t understand him Instead of presenting a solid front to the country the Democrats insist upon showing us a bunch of solid heads. da has legalized wheels chance and faro layouts. Cit all the other states, however, to continue to take out their gambling inclinations on the dial telephone. comicbooks.com