Judge, 1931-07-11 · page 8 of 36
Judge — July 11, 1931 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three separate humor pieces: **"It Happens on Newspapers"** depicts a confrontation between a newspaper editor and reporter. The editor fires the reporter for being drunk, but the reporter refuses to quit, claiming newspaper work is "in your blood" and threatening to expose the editor's misconduct (false fire alarms, etc.). The satire mocks the chaotic, ethically-questionable nature of early newspaper operations and the combative relationships between editors and staff. **"Golf Anecdote"** is a brief joke about two golfers discussing who's the better player—it references "Max Tavish," likely a known golfer of the era. **"No Depression"** shows a car crashing into a house after hitting a tree, with the caption "I thought you said it wasn't convertible!" The humor plays on the word "convertible" (a car with a removable roof) versus the literal conversion of a closed vehicle into an open one through disaster.
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“And to think, Miss Merkle, that I was too busy to notice you till the depression came along!” Golf Anecdote Tre members of a Hebe golf club were in a hot discussion. “So I'm tallingk you,” said the first, “play de ball off de right foot. Max says “Max?” said the second. ‘Max who?” “De Scotch prowfessional, dope— Max Tavish!” Between Chicago and the gas com- panies, we ought to go into the next war well prepared—with trained ma- chine-gun crews and plenty of trenches to put them in. It used to be never swap horses while crossing a stream, but now it’s never shift gears while crossing a railroad track. Then there was the laziest man in the world. He never both- ered to mow his lawn —he just took the fence down and let the instalment collec- tors wear it away. And President Hoo- ver’s war-debt holiday proposal may be a good idea, but we think it’s going to cost him the butcher and baker vote, Obituary JNanswenen letters, page by page, Just languish to a sad old age. When finally dead—peace to their souls— We bury them in pigeon-holes. It Happens on Newspapers Rerorree (talking to editor on * phone)—Lissen, you big baboon, and get this; I'm through working for your lousy paper. Epitor — What! Lissen to me: you're fired. Rerorter—Gwan, you old pain in you can’t fire me. I quit. I'm through. You bald-headed weasel, do you get that? piror—A fine newspaper man, you are. You can't quit this racket. It’s in your blood. If you try to quit now, I'll h you pinched for sending in false fire alarms, get me? Rerorter—Oh, yeah? Well, you blankety-blank blank blank, I'll show you—wait a minute, Chief. I just heard the patrol wagon. Looks like a Hold the front open. The Herald-Windbag: m ner-Union will scoop the town on this yarn, S'long; call you back. Zpiror—Attaboy, and remember, get the facts and they can't shoot a reporter. You're drunk! Tarxie Director — That's _ fine, Now, one more rehearsal and we'll shoot this scene. It’s going to be a great story of newspaper life. —R. C, O'Brien No Depression Well, there’s one good thing about es of sin: They're steady. “I thought you said it wasn’t convertible!” 6 comicbooks.com