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Judge — September 5, 1931 — page 7: Judge, 1931-09-05

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# Analysis of Judge Page **Top Cartoon ("Scat, dawg, scat"):** A judge sits elevated, apparently being pestered by a dog. The caption suggests the judge is frustrated with persistent legal matters—likely representing how trivial cases clutter the court docket. The dog represents nuisance lawsuits or frivolous complaints. **"Home-town Items" Section:** This column of local gossip includes anecdotes about townspeople: a broken trombone, a punctual train, a stolen sheep, a tree toad sighting, and various character sketches. These are humorous small-town stereotypes. **Bottom Cartoon ("Yer wastin' yer time there"):** Unclear from context alone, but appears to depict workers or mechanics in an industrial setting, with dialogue suggesting someone is wasting time on an impossible or futile task. The page blends judicial satire with Americana humor typical of Judge magazine's early 20th-century sensibility.

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JUDGE “Scat, dawg, scat. Lordy, ain't dere nuthin’ I kin do t'get rid ob dat dawg? ... Home-town Items ke Fartey's slide trombone won't slide any more since that plumber in Goose Ankle fixed it, so Ike will have to use it for a cornet. Number Three was on time yesterday. Shep Tatum’s cousin in Wyoming was robbed by a couple of Indians last week. Shep says the gol-blasted forcigners are ruining this country completely. Ike Watkins captured a three-toed tree toad yesterday but he can't say it. Ez Wiley says he’s going to have the law on those slick swindlers at. The Carnival. Ez, who is six-feet-nine, paid 1 quarter to see The Giant, who is six- feet-seven. Two hundred thousand miles without 1 puncture is the world’s record recently established by the roller towel in the washroom of The Commercial House. Joe Mayfield was sober last Friday from unknown causes. Pythias Peavy must have seen a bur- lesque show the last time he was in the city. He's been pulling more good ones than a eross-eyed dentist. “Yer wastin’ yer time there, —Barrir Payne Gus, we're under an alleyway!” comicbooks.com