Judge, 1932-01-16 · page 6 of 36
Judge — January 16, 1932 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains "Letters of a Self Made Athlete," a humorous column by "Bull" to his father "Dan Pop" about Boston sports and social life. The cartoons illustrate athletic mishaps: the upper drawing shows a man being congratulated by his father while others observe awkwardly—likely depicting social discomfort around dating or romance. The lower cartoon shows a figure dramatically falling from what appears to be a boat, with the caption "No, sir! You don't catch me eatin' fish for a week!"—a joke about seasickness or avoiding fish after a boating incident. The letters reference contemporary Boston sports (Bears, Harvard athletics, Quebec games), social venues, and dating culture. The tone is lighthearted mockery of a young man's athletic ambitions and romantic fumbles. Without specific dating, the exact sporting events referenced remain unclear.
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JUDGE Letters of a Self Made Athelete Well, here we are in Boston and everything I've ever heard about the place still goes. One thing bothers me tho. [ve been trying to get a mess of beans now for two days and have had no luck. They got plenty of ve olde Southern Watiles and Cali- fornia prunes, but when it comes to beans like Maw used to make they're all looking out of the window. I made a faux pas (boner to you) at the game last night. Forgot to stand still when the band played the Canadian Anthem before the game how was I te know? They fined me ten bucks. and made me learn. the words! Still I'm getting the hang of their lingo, and if this doll LaRue comes onto Quebec with us we may get spliced. We cleaned up the Bears last night. They can dish it out, but they can't take it. Some of the home town ~ boys got sore in the last period and . PULERL, heaved a few pop bottles. = : I went out to Harvard today look things over, but there was 1 ing doing. I talked to some hi-hat Herr Faturr—Congratulations, my boy, she’s yours—and can you let me bozo and he didn’t seem to know who take a five-spot ‘til next Tuesday? Iwas. They can't have much of a team if they have never heard of Bull Perkins, And say, would you believe it, they haven't even started Spring practice yet? Next week, Quebee and our big game with Montreal. If they don’t kick through with a raise, I'm off to Chi 1 that wrasslin’ offer I told you about. LaRue don't want me to be a wrassler much—says she couldn't go for a cauliflower car. Well, love laughs at locksmiths, so why not at a tin ea T guess Cleo’s old man queercd me all right. I wired her for some dough and she didn't answer. That's the kind of a girl I have no use for—I thought she trusted me! So long for now. I gotta take ina little of this Back Bay social stuff be- fore leaving on the rattler for Quebec. There is a guy here called Nick, on Charles Street, who runs a nice little poker game, and I think I'm hot. How is that ale selli And where is the dough from the Xmas turkey raffle and how much did you have t ay to keep the joint from bein nabbed by the reformers Xmas w Come on, Pop, let me know about these things. You know how I worry. Ever your son, Bull. P. S.—They call me the “Galloping Gaul” now. “No, sir! You don't catch me eatin’ fish for a week!” —Rex Deane 4 comicbooks.com