Judge, 1931-08-22 · page 5 of 36
Judge — August 22, 1931 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Page **Top Cartoon ("Quick, stuff him!")**: This appears to be political satire about taxidermy or preservation. A figure labeled "TAXIDERMIST" is stuffing what looks like an animal or creature, while chaos erupts around a display case. The joke likely critiques someone or something being artificially "preserved" or kept alive artificially—possibly referencing a political figure or outdated ideology being propped up rather than allowed to naturally decline. **"The Summer Symphony"**: This is lighthearted social satire about attending outdoor symphonies in city parks. Arthur Lipmann's poem humorously describes the disruptions: mosquito bites, peanut shells, noisy crowds, sirens, and zoo odors overwhelming the classical music experience. The accompanying cartoon shows two people trying to enjoy music while surrounded by urban noise and chaos, making the poem's point visually.
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An Idea, Anyway Wie this country needs is not just one moratorium such as Mr. Hoover suggests, but a group of them to include: A five-year moratorium for hover- ing waite A seven-year moratorium for ab- sent ones. A nine-year moratorium for trans- oceanic flights. A ten- reel depic , A twelve orium for par- ents whose favorite conversation topic is the dict of their offspring. A fourtcen- word “signifi vocabularic rar moratorium for news- sti in revie ar moratorium for the * in book reviewers’ A twenty-year moratorium for bari- tones who sing rollicking sea ballads. A sixty-three-year moratorium for motor cops who head parades. A nincty-year moratorium on jokes “Quick, stuff him!” about the moratorium. o —E. B. Crosswuite The Summer Symphony O" take me to the Symphony, The Outdoor Summer Symphony That starts in after dark, Where music-lovers gather nights And madly scratch mosquito bites. Oh, what a dandy lark To hear the shells of peanuts crunch, ‘To smell your neighbors’ picnic lunch, To battle through the noisy bunch In any city park! Oh, take me to the Symphony, The Outdoor Summer Symphony That plays so sweet and low, Where clangs the fire-engine bell, Where loudly roars the near-by “L” And Where aucous radio, “putt-putt-putts” the motor- boat And drowns out nearly every note That Wagner, Grieg and Mozart wrote So many years ago. Oh, take me to the Symphony, The Outdoor Summer Symphony ‘Neath Heaven's starry dome, Where pop and peanut vendors flit, Where tiers of giggling gossips sit Like citizens of Rome. Oh, take me where the fragrant zoo That houses bison, bear and gnu Perfumes the breeze that kisses you— Then promptly take me home! —Artuer Lirpaann “Well, one thing—there aren't any fluctuations here!” comicbooks.com