Judge, 1932-03-05 · page 13 of 36
Judge — March 5, 1932 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two unrelated pieces of 1920s-era satirical content: **Top cartoon**: A judge presides over a traffic court case involving a reckless driver. The satire mocks the era's dangerous automobiles and casual attitudes toward traffic violations—the judge's exasperated expression suggests courts were overwhelmed by such cases as car culture expanded. **Letter section**: A wealthy young man complains about dating a society woman named Katinka who embarrasses him by asking him to fight bar bouncers for entertainment. The satire targets old-money elitism and social pretension—she's indifferent to his spending and treats him as entertainment rather than romance. **Lower cartoon**: A man has accidentally triggered a fire alarm while reading a newspaper. The humor derives from the mundane mistake and his sheepish concern about firefighters responding unnecessarily. The page reflects 1920s concerns: automobile proliferation, class anxiety among the middle class attempting to "mix" with wealthy society, and urban modernization. The tone is lighthearted social commentary rather than hard political satire.
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JUDGE comes of the baseball idea. T got to carn some dough soon, a guy can’t live forever on sunshine. I got to go over to the pool now and blow up some rubber horses: the Chamber of Commerce is giving a water pageant for the newsreel guys, and they are paying a bunch of wait- resses to ride around on them and look happy! Ss u subsequently, your son Burt. P. S. No news about that Londos go. I guess he's run out on me. Triolet for an Old-Fashioned Boy Orc s, cherries, and Grade A rye, Bitters, and sugar, and ginger- ale. This is no season for you to buy Such a superlative grade of rye. But if you must, I hope that I Will ‘frequently cross your cheerful trail. Oranges, cherries, and Grade A ry Bitters, and sugar, and gingers —Manoarer Fisinack it comes to town. I'm the guy held the robe for the blonde lace beach robe, and papa, I mean it was lace!! This Katinka is turning out to be a bit of a fourflusher after all. I guess I ain't cut out to mix with that society crowd. She don't care a thing about money, always goes to the best places, and then lets yours truly fumble for the check. I don’t like things like that in a girl, The other night, for instance, she wanted me to wrassle the bouncer at the Everglades Club just to amuse her pals. As though anyone would wrassle for amusement! Besides, I knew the guy. It was old Ashley Pidgeon, who played full- back at the Theological Seminary I as at once in Ohio. He is figuring on crashing the Yankee outfield when y come down South. That's a la ause if there is one thi ranks do not need it’s an outfield! I told him I'd mooscy over and let Joe McCarthy look over my fast one may- be. Remember how I pitched shutout ball for that semi-pro team my fresh- man year at St. y Not many folks down here this year. A swimming pool and a hotel for everyone seems to be the slogan. Plenty of good Bacardi if you know where to get it, and I don't mean “Gosh, I rang the alarm by mistake; hope I can get a good Havana! I'll let you know if anything fire going by the time they arrive.” u comicbooks.com