Judge, 1932-04-16 · page 7 of 36
Judge — April 16, 1932 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two separate pieces of satirical commentary on early 20th-century American life: **Top cartoon ("Now will you believe you're getting fresh milk?"):** Depicts a cow at a fancy dinner table with wealthy diners. The satire likely mocks either food adulteration scandals or false advertising claims about "fresh" dairy products—a genuine public concern during the Progressive Era when food safety was unregulated and companies made dubious purity claims. **Bottom section ("Letters of a Self-Made Athlete"):** A humorous letter describing an athlete's social climbing at country clubs and sporting events. The accompanying cartoon shows a doctor examining a patient, with the caption questioning the patient's health ("not quite right—you still look fuzzy"). This satirizes the pretensions and physical toll of amateur athletic pursuits among the leisure class. Both pieces mock consumer deception and upper-class vanity.
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JUDGE American Plan they dish out in the chow hall. Did’ja ever eat terra- pin? It’s the real McCoy if you smother it in onions and catchup. Well, just as I was wondering what to do, (remember I got Percy, m) tor, to think about now as well myself, and how that baby can eat!) a guy comes into the lobby and tells me he is from the Carnival Show downtown. ys he heard about Percy and me and wants us to join the show. The gag is that they'll exhibit Percy Florida Sea Serpent at twent throw and clean up among the hi And he wants me to go along and rassle all comers. He offered me a hundred bucks a week and my chow. I took it. So here I am under the Big Top | and I have a special car all by my- self (with Perey of course). The eats swell and I got my eye on La Pali a classy looking bare back rider who doubles for a | Kootch dancer when we hit the gasoline circuit later on. There is a faro layout and plenty | of crap games to please the rubes. | If only Percy would quit snapping at flies all night so I could sleep, my troubles would be over. Regards issors Perkins. the | | luck | | | vall. ings ‘ans loy- real 3 to his ora- sets: > all cing, “Now will you believe you're getting fresh milk?” igo Letters of a Self-Made Athlete D™ POP: Just I was easing the old frame work into a chair in the lobby the other day the club secretary ] comes up to me and sez: “Goodbye Leftie ole boy, it sure is tough to see | you go. You been a lot of laffs around the camp and I dont know how they'll get along without you in the dining room.” “Good bye?” | | asked. “Why, I aint goin’, no | place except to the Stadium this afternoon with you guys!” He kind of smiled and shook his head and then took it on the lam outside among the palm trees. I opened up the letter he give me and there inside was a ticket to Spring- ton, which i one horse burg in the Piedmont League. Can you imagine me up there playing with all those shoeless wonders? Not on your life! Say, I would have quit right then only it was just an hour away from dinner and I sure go for that “No, Doctor, theyre not quite right—you still look fuzz comicbooks.com