Judge, 1931-12-05 · page 6 of 36
Judge — December 5, 1931 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two distinct pieces: **"Who's a Dude?"** by Don Herold examines cowboy fashion and masculinity. Herold argues that despite their tough image, cowboys are actually quite concerned with appearance—jewelry, studded belts, decorative saddles—and thus qualify as "dudes." The satire mocks the contradiction between cowboys' claimed ruggedness and their actual vanity. The cartoon illustration supports this by depicting an exaggerated, fashionably-dressed cowboy figure. **"Quick Change"** offers brief political commentary on Congress and farming issues, mentioning movie actresses' popularity and predictions about bread prices and surplus crops. The cartoonist's signature appears to read "Yadkin." Overall, the page uses humor to critique masculine pretension and comment on contemporary agricultural and political concerns.
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Quick Change ATIsTICS prove that movie ac- tresses’ popularity with the public only lasts about five years. And it lasts even less than that with their husbands, Well, if the new Congress doesn’t accomplish anything else, it should at least give us some idea which way the wind blows. And we feel safe in predicting that the bakers will hear about the big rise in the price of wheat sooner than they hear about the slump. get rid of their surplus crops would he to plant them along the edges of the state road—and the motorists would do the res’ Among the football experts who feel that the point- an outworn anachronism are the coaches whose teams were on the wrong end of those 7-6 scores. fter-touchdown is JUDGE “Ha, ha—it’s the wife's alimony And another way the farmers could’ WHO’S A DUDE? By Don Herold We' dudes, are w t cowboys ? We're tenderfect, are we? That's ll us. Well, let's just go into that, and see who's a dude. As for me, I'd hate to be as pansy as most cowboys I have seen, Just because a cowboy can yell “Whoopee” and stick in a Western saddle, he isn’t excused from analy s when it comes to deciding who's dudey. Let's start with joolry. The average cowboy dolls up with about five times as much joolry as the including gold teeth, if there is an. erage t.foot, way to get them in. Huge r rings, tie rings and clasps, stickpins and buckles are a part of every cowboy’s ensemble. And his studded belts, studded wrist bands and spiffy spurs may also be classed as joolry, to say nothing of bridles, and sad- dles sparkling with insets and rich in embossing. No woman alive is half as consumed with concern for her costume as the average cowboy. I've been out West where men are manikins, and I know. And let's consider the Western saddle a minute. A five-year-old baby girl is as safe in one of them as in her own cradle. It has everything on it but handlebars and a parachute and a window-washer’s belt. My own opinion is that there are more real riders in Central Park, with their little postage-stamp English saddles, than there are in any five counties in Wyoming. In hat, handkerchief, shirt and chaps, the cowboy ex- presses his weakness for adornment. Why, even hoy’s talk is mostly baby talk, and his mildest equestrian ex- ploits are accompanied by almost feminine sereams. I wonder whether those Western dude ranches, after all, are called dude ranches because they are run for dudes or by dudes. cow- | ] Avacio Daxcrn—My gawd! He's | been drinking again! comicbooks.com