Judge, 1934-09 · page 8 of 36
Judge — September 1934 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three unrelated humor pieces: **"It's Simpson with his pea shooter!"** depicts a character (Simpson) operating what appears to be a military cannon or large weapon, with the implication of using it as a trivial pea shooter—satirizing someone's absurdly excessive response to a minor problem. **"Judge"** is a brief editorial note about theatrical advertising practices, commenting that theaters now advertise audience size rather than cast size, suggesting commercialism has shifted focus to attendance numbers over star power. **"Amateur Wrestling"** humorously recounts a backyard wrestling match between Joe Glunk and opponents, emphasizing Joe's surprising strength despite aging. The narrative mock-seriously documents his violent wrestling style, culminating in the caption "I keep stepping back on it all the time!"—likely referencing collateral damage from the fight.
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Amateur Wrestling Jo GLUNK is just an amateur. But if he ever went professional Vd he willing to offer ny odds that he could trim Jim Londos, Strangler Lewis and the rest of ‘em Some of the boys think a little. That's ¢ better now than he ever w know. [ saw him in a match last week, and there never was any that he'd win. “dd lined up a heavy one. Before the bout started things tough for Joe. He only grinn gave me a wink that said: this baby before you know it. For just a moment he crouched, shoulders hunched, arms spread out, the glint of battle in his eyes. Then he leaped in, like a huge gorilla at- tacking a foe. They tangled. In five seconds they were all over the place, Joe got a hammerlock and a half- Nelson in. quick succession. They went up in the air, came down, rolled hounced up again. Joe's breath- too. ked and ‘Il roll ing gets mad... heard myself shout as his attack became more furi ous! “You'll break something “Ll show this pile of junk a thing “It's Simpson or two!” he grated, and they were off again. Well, it wasn't for long, Joc was on his feet, now he was down again, but he never loosened his hold, Clump!... Bump!... Ouch! . . . Ooot! Phen Joe, with an almost superhuman effort, got his opponent tied up tight, and T cut loose with a wild cheer, “Shucks, that was id Joe, modestly. now t [ve got bed roll tied t's thr in the back of the c I get go- ing before [ find a frving pan or something [ forgot to put in.” “LT keep stepping back on it all the time!” comicbooks.com