Judge, 1935-04 · page 7 of 36
Judge — April 1935 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page **Top Cartoon ("It's a little trinket I picked up at Coney Island!"):** A soprano performs in a radio station studio while men operate equipment. The joke mocks the trivial nature of radio entertainment—the singer implies her vocal performance is no more significant than a cheap souvenir trinket from Coney Island amusement park. It satirizes the gap between highbrow opera and lowbrow mass media broadcasting. **Bottom Cartoon ("Ludwig! Meet Joe Glutz, the relief man!"):** Two formally-dressed men meet a working-class figure. The satire likely references New Deal relief programs, mocking the social awkwardness of introducing unemployed workers ("relief men") into formal settings, or critiquing class divisions during Depression-era employment initiatives. **Right Column Essays:** Brief satirical pieces on capitalism, labor, and summer fashion trends.
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Judge It All Evens Up HE famous soprano gets out of her mousine in front of a ten-million- dollar skyscraper. The doorman in gold braid bows and escorts her to the big electric elevator which bears her smoothly aloft to the S6th floor. She enters the palatial studios of a huge radio station. She stands before the microphone in a shimmering gown and pours forth her voluminous voice. Giant 50,000-watt transmitters send it around the world. And the nice thing about it all is that you can turn it off with a twist of the dial. You don’t have to build the best mousetrap. Buy things on the instal- ment plan and the bill collectors will wear a path to your door. From the way Cuban students are de- . . . 7 . bad | - 7 py Is r manding that their president resign, you It's alittle trinket I picked up at Coney Island! would think he was a losing football coach. Strange AM a capitalist and yet I am heart and soul for the working man. I am staunchly in favor of the over- all-clad sons of toil, who labor day in and day out, with hands so calloused and horny that they would be unequal to the finesse necessary to the fastening on of a white collar. Nothing fills my heart with so much satisfaction as to watch a denim-clothed group of laborers going actively about their work of production. First, last and all the time, I am for the men who wear overalls, I am one of the country’s largest manufacturers of overalls. New Style OS the race was to the swift Who swung, without a pause, their axes. Now it’s best to sit and drift— Because the swift pay all the taxes. The sorest guy this summer will be the fellow who couldn't get permission to start a nudist colony and then sees the bathing suits they're wearing at the beaches. Another thing that has us puzzled is how to tell the professionals from the amateurs when they appear on the same “Ludwig! Meet Joe Glutz, the relief man!” radio program. 5 comicbooks.com