Judge, 1936-07 · page 7 of 36
Judge — July 1936 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation of Judge Magazine Page The top cartoon depicts a judge figure wearing military regalia supervising children's activities, captioned "Picnic, eh? Well, where's your basket?" This appears to satirize judicial or governmental overreach into ordinary civilian life—suggesting authorities intrusively monitoring routine activities. The "Quick, Henry!" section is a lengthy domestic humor piece about a harried husband dealing with last-minute moving preparations, showcasing everyday marital comedy typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine. The bottom cartoon, "Wake up, John! Closing time!", shows men in what appears to be a bar or tavern being asked to leave, likely satirizing Prohibition-era enforcement or drinking culture. The "Definition" and "Life On the Farm" sections contain brief satirical quips and verse—standard Judge filler content mocking politicians and rural life.
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FAED VENER ~ “Picnic, eh? Well, where’s your basket?” Quick, Henry! 66] F this isn’t just like you, Henry, getting here at the very last minute, when you know that I have so many import- ant things to tell you... . Well, you better go now, the train will be pulling out any minute. Only don’t forget to write and oh, yes, be sure and get that shoe cleaner for me and send it parcel post, special delivery—you can send parcel post, special delivery, can’t you? Or is it express, you can’t send special delivery? . .. Oh, you got it this afternoon! Well, now I suppose I have got to unpack all these bags to get it in and they’re simply chock full now. ... Lord! the train’s moving! Oh, no, it’s the one next to us. I thought it was funny we were going backwards, but I could have sworn we were moving, couldn’t you? ... You'd better go, though dear, it will be starting any minute now and you've got address right, haven't you? It’s care of Mrs. Pines— Ss Lakeview, Conn. . Well, ad better write it down anyhow—Oh, run, Henry! Run, starting. . .. Oh, is that it, just putting on the dining car? ... Well, don’t you want me to come out on the plat- form with you? I’ve got so many things to tell you, and it will be starting any minute now—you'd better ask the conductor how much more time there is, not more than a few seconds I know. . . . Let’s see now what was it I wanted to tell you? Oh, I should think that when I am going away for almost a month, you’d know I'd have a lot of things to tell you and that you could get here in some sort of decent time—Henry! it’s moving! it’s moving! . . . Well, for “Wake up, John! heaven’s sake, why didn’t you say you were going to ride up to 125th Street with me—scaring the daylights out of me like this? Well, I might have known it—now, you’ve got me so flustered I won't be able to think of one single thing I wanted to tell you!” Definition POLITICIAN is a guy who plays both ends against the taxpayer. China may have invented fireworks but it’s Japan that keeps them going. And so far, Italy is at the top of the League of Nations, with one game won and none lost. Nevada has a ghost town in which nobody lives at all, not even in the public telephone booths. Life On the Farm UR milk is from contented cows; Our eggs from happy hens; Our hams and pork from peaceful pigs That dwell in pleasant pens. The foodstuffs on our table are The best we can provide; Yet they don’t taste quite right to us— Our cook’s dissatisfied. —R. C. O’Brien. Closing time!” comicbooks.com