Judge, 1932-06-25 · page 7 of 37
Judge — June 25, 1932 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains two satirical pieces: **Top cartoon**: A judge figure navigates turbulent waters toward "Union Square" while chaos erupts below. This appears to reference judicial handling of labor unrest or socialist activity in Union Square (a known gathering place for radical movements in NYC). **"Unsung Heroes" poem**: Celebrates bus boys as humble workers deserving respect despite low wages (eleven dollars weekly). The poem is sentimental rather than satirical, praising their aspirations and dignity. **"What This Country Needs"**: A humorous list by David B. Adams suggesting frivolous desires (cheaper cigars, fewer ball clubs, radio annoyances eliminated) alongside a serious request for a president who gives clear yes/no answers—likely commentary on political evasiveness of the era. The overall tone mixes social observation with gentle humor about American life and work.
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JUDGE What This Country Needs I ESID) a good five-cent cigar this country needs Smaller down payments on travel opportu- nities. Fewer ball clubs in the second division. A massacre of ninety per cent of the radio an- nounct A divorce from Kansas. An inexpensive home outfit) for woman in half. Good beer. Heavier pretzels. And a candidate for President who will only say either yes or no. Davin B. ADAMS. Unsung Heroes T humble Bus Boy—bless his tray, Must take our emptied plates away. When meals are done and smokes are lit Among the tables see him flit In shuffling shoes and spattered tux, His weekly re eleven bucks. The haughty waiters yet the tips The Bus Boys get the drabs and drips. But deep in every Bus Boy’s soul He sees a fair future soz When he, attaining high renown, Will write the patrons’ orders down. When he to Mr. Shultz will s: “The rinderbrust is fine today. “Mr. Green, if I were you I'd take ¢ stew.” Poor Bus Boy, with yo eyes aglow, Poor Gunga Din with H,0, Some day your dreams will all come true, Some day you'll be a waiter too, Some day your head you'll proudly toss And make more money than the “Here ya are folks! The beuefits of prohibition cugraved on boss!—Artuur L. LippMANN. th’ head of a pin!” comicbooks.com