Judge, 1935-07 · page 12 of 36
Judge — July 1935 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This Judge magazine page contains three separate humor pieces: **"End of the Trail"** (top left): A criminal surrenders to police, claiming to be "a three-dime loser"—a cheap criminal. The joke relies on dated slang about petty crime. **The Bridge Table Joke** (middle left): A woman discovers she's been kicking the wrong person under the table all evening at cards—a domestic humor gag about marital distraction. **"Codes Ade Coddagious!"** (right): Two men with heavy colds communicate through nasal-congested dialect ("frob be" for "from me"). One insists on giving cold remedies while the other desperately wants distance. The humor comes from the exaggerated phonetic spelling representing congested speech, and the irony that unwanted medical advice persists despite contagion concerns. **"Aviation Supplies" cartoon** (top right): A customer complains about defective parachutes—dark humor about early aviation safety failures. The page reflects early 20th-century American humor styles emphasizing wordplay, physical comedy, and domestic situations.
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