Judge, 1932-04-30 · page 10 of 36
Judge — April 30, 1932 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis **Top Cartoon**: A salesman pitches airplane financing to customers near a commercial aircraft. The joke satirizes post-WWI aviation sales tactics—the salesman offers "time payments" while reassuring buyers about "unhappy landings," darkly joking about aircraft crashes as if they're routine customer service issues. This reflects the era's dangerous early aviation and aggressive consumer credit marketing. **"Letters of a Self-Made Athlete"**: A circus performer writes home about barnstorming (touring shows) through rural America. The letter humorously catalogs circus life hardships: insomnia from traveling, romantic entanglements, wrestling matches rigged for gambling, and encounters with con artists. The tone satirizes working-class hustlers and carnival culture while poking fun at crude rural audiences easily deceived by staged spectacles and promised payouts. The satire targets both traveling entertainment exploitation and rural gullibility during the interwar period.
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JUD GE sell airplanes on time poyments—if you make provisions for us Ask your wife if you can come out and ploy. LETTERS OF A SELF-MADE ATHLETE By Rex Deane D™ Pop: Here we are barnstorming through the sticks and believe me I'm getting up on all these sleeper jumps. Circus life aint a bed of roses and especially with Perey in the s box car, What that alligator don’t know about insomnia would fill a book and its getting hotter and hotter! Remember that Palina dame I was telling you about I dated her up in Brownsville and we went out to a chili joint after the show. “What do you do in the winter time, baby?” I asked her. “Oh in the winter I'm ¢ Siamese twin,” she cracks. Imagine a doll like that? To make things worse she has a brother who is the bearded lady in the show and he bh a system to beat the dice. When he sees I can go for his sister in a biy way he drops around real often and a ys winds up by biting my ear for a sawbuck. The wrassling angle has taken a turn for the worse anc I'll tell you about it. I got a master of ceremonies wh vets up and spiels a piece about Londos taking a run out powder on me. Then he waves a roll of dough at the hicks. Five hundred bucks to the guy who can throw me in ten minutes! There is always some thick-necked farm boy in the house who wants to show off in front of the girl friend and so far it’s been easy pickin But last week in Dallas, T. Smith came into my life. could tell from the y he strips when he jumps upon the stave that he is a ringer. As luck would have it I'd beer eating a lot of chow mein for supper and I wasn’t feeliny any too good. In about two minutes this ape slugs m¢ on the neck and wraps a strangle hold around me. yelled at the ref but the poor chump thinks its all p of my act and yells, “Go to it, Perkins, you're a rio’ comicbooks.com