Judge, 1931-11-14 · page 7 of 36
Judge — November 14, 1931 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **"Sophisticates" poem** (top left): Satirizes wealthy, educated people who reject traditional values like Santa Claus and morality. The poem, attributed to Burton Braley, mocks their pretentiousness—their sophisticated drinks, books, and cynicism—suggesting this lifestyle leads to early death and ruin. **Top illustration**: Shows people huddled in rain, with the caption "Sh-h! They don't know it, but two of our men are in their huddle!" This appears to mock either political spies or undercover operatives infiltrating a group. **Bottom cartoon**: A guard questions a woman about a mop, captioned "Guard—Beg pardon, Miss, but did you see anything of a mop?" The joke's specific reference is unclear without additional context. **"Soft Berths" column** (right): Brief social commentary on politicians' cushy jobs and various amusing observations about bears, motorists, and taxi drivers.
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JUDGE Sophisticates Gormsticaten people are the smart- * est folks on earth; They view us “adolescents” with so- phisticated mirth, They know about the Facts of Life and all the Natural Laws, And very Sophisticates believe in Claus. They never show a sense of shock or hold their breath in batedly, And even when they err a bit, they err sophisticated] They look upon Morality as Puritanic Cultery. From thoughts and actions infantile they've grown up to adultery. At times they get in trouble through sophisticated vice, Or lose their rolls to nblers with sophisticated dice; They like sophisticated plays, sophis- ticated books, And have their stomachs ruined by sophisticated cooks. They drink sophisticated — drinks, which cause neurotic quivers, And die before they're forty from sophisticated livers! —Berron Brarey >) Rp” FULLER “Sh-h! They don't know it, but two of our men are in their huddle!” Soft Berths tics makes beds for strange fellows, The man and his wife upstairs remind me of Steuer, Untermyer and Kresel. ‘They're’ always arguing about something. Reports from the Maine woods say that the bears are getting ready to retirc for the winter. We wish those in Wall St. would do the same. And when a_ motorist wants to go to sleep he counts freight cars at a crossing. Investigation — discloses that many New York taxi- drivers are college me! And we always seem to get a former member of the football team. Modern Proverb: Sow the wind, and reap the po- litical office. comicbooks.com