Judge, 1931-12-19 · page 7 of 36
Judge — December 19, 1931 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Top Cartoon: "The Happy Family"** This poem celebrates a reformed wolf that now helps a poor family—bringing milk, stealing from traders' stores, and delivering food. The accompanying illustration shows the wolf pulling a baby carriage while a child plays nearby, depicting the "wolf" as a helpful neighbor rather than a predator. The satire appears to mock romanticized notions of redemption or reformed criminals becoming model citizens—a contemporary social debate about whether "bad elements" could genuinely improve. **Bottom Illustration: "Nay, no more of yer Psychic bids!"** This shows what appears to be angelic or spiritual figures rejecting "psychic bids," likely satirizing the early 20th-century spiritualism craze and séance culture that were popular among wealthy Americans seeking to contact the dead.
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a The Happy Family TT, wolf that prowled about my door Does not patrol there any more. Last night I called him from the Street And opened up my balance sheet. And soon I saw a tear-drop start, For I had touched the beastie’s heart. And since that day his every deed Has proven him a friend in need. Each morning while [I rake the coals He brings us neighbors’ milk and rolls, He filches things from tradesmen’s stores, He slinks thre To come gh open kitchen doors ack home with cakes and cheese As well as meats and Oh, may our life be ever thus With Mister Wolf as one of us! When skies were dark and winds were raw He offered us a helpi And that is why we'r The wife, the wolf, the kids —Anriuce Lirpataxn peeries. JUDGE “Go play some more- “Now, no more of yer Psychic bids!” mother’s tired.” Home Town Items \ J take pleasure in an- that Con- stable T after driv- ing his auto mechanic crazy. has at last located that troublesome rattle and knock, It was in his false teeth, Mrs. Joe Me in a bad fix. She can’t get a new hat until she goes to town and she can't to town until she gets a new hat. Chris Lucas explained last week how he keeps his balance in’ business. “So many socks on the chin would knock me says, “if I wasn't 4 many kicks in the pants. Mote Connors stopped a couple of dumb — federal agents dead in their tracks last week by claiming his stills were outside their jurisdiction, “Me and my farm have seceded from the Union,” said Mote. We r ret to report that + Street Cleaning Departments of urtle Track is confined to his bed with a sprained ankle. —Barrie Payye comicbooks.com