Judge, 1932-03-26 · page 13 of 36
Judge — March 26, 1932 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Satirical Content Analysis This page contains three humorous "queries" mocking everyday American quirks: **The Mail-Box Query** satirizes people's anxiety about privacy—the obsessive rattling of mailbox doors. The joke: one man's mail box was destroyed by a truck before he could even rattle it, yet the Post Office replaced it with an even louder model. **The Taxi Driver Query** jokes about a taxi driver who actually *could* make change from a five-dollar bill—a seemingly impossible feat. The absurd punchline: a passenger still wanders Central Park because the driver gave correct change, implying this miraculous event was so rare it left her bewildered. **The Cartoon** shows a child's kite tied to a flagpole instead of properly anchored, with a parent scolding an apparent suitor about "rough stuff" during an elopement—mixing up causes and consequences for comedic effect. The "At Least in My State!" poem satirizes unemployment during what appears to be the Depression era, contrasting old gamblers' card games with modern husbands playing bridge with wives—a dig at domestic monotony over actual risk-taking.
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QUEERIES Answered by Prof. Gurney Williams Q « Has anyone ever dropped a let- * ter into a mail-box without clattering the door six or seven times to insure privacy for the letter, and is there any record of a mail-box that didn’t squeal and — ser -P. Cc. ‘ch when rand Rap- howers, he Wilmer Blodgett, of Council Bluffs, Iowa, once dropped a letter into a mail-box and simply let the door fall shut of its own accord. He had intended to rattle it, but a mail truck crashed into the box just in time ind Blodgett was forced to jump aside. He never went back. In il-box in Oklahoma lost its chirp when a nearby oil well blew up and showered the neighborhood with crude oil, Within one week, however, the Post Office Department installed a new box whose Chirp - Bang - Chirp- Bang-Chirp-Bang could be heard four blocks away. Q: Have you ever heard of a taxi- driver who could change a five- dollar bill2—J, Swinford, Detroit. Au: Yes. On September 5, If man named Dimwiddie and known as “Ma > 5 4m: rl got into a cab in “You should have tied your kite to this flag pole.” “That’s what I told Poppa out there.” “Look here, young man—I don’t mind an elopment, but no rough stuff!” Of burly speed-cops out of jobs. an ex-business man ping of the the magazines when prosperity was here, New York City and rode around in Central Park for an hour. Upon alighting from the Dimwiddie tendered the driver, nuel Finkel- stein, a five-dollar bill « ived the correct change i The meter registered $4.95. The girl is still wandering around in Central Park. (Professor Williams will pay $1 for all Queeries acceptable for answer in this department.) At Least In My State! I woutp get a keen enjoyment From the present unemployment, If only there were gobs and gobs Old-time often staked their lives on the turn of a card, gamblers ays awriter. Well, modern husbands play bridge with their wives. And we know a mean way to annoy Send him a clip- uccess story he wrote for ae comicbooks.com