Judge, 1936-07 · page 9 of 36
Judge — July 1936 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This Judge magazine page contains three satirical pieces: **"Judge First Cook"** mocks the leisure class during the New Deal era. The cartoon shows a woman at a piano while others laugh—the joke being that hearing her name triggers memories of indigestion, suggesting she's a terrible cook despite her upper-class status. **The lower cartoon** satirizes government bureaucracy: crowds ask an "Information" clerk "What floor is the fire on, please?"—implying New Deal agencies created such labyrinthine confusion that people couldn't find basic information during emergencies. **"Why We Moved to the Country/Right Back"** humorously lists identical reasons for both moving away from and returning to a country house, mocking the indecisiveness of wealthy urbanites chasing pastoral fantasies.
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Judge First Cook DON’T recall the color of her eyes, I don't recall her gestures or her en I hear her name, the mere estion Brings vivid memories—of indigestion. ? | Life becomes more complex for the ; Jeisure classes every day. Now our golfers are faced with the grim prospect | of trying to break 100 on WPA courses. ) The New Deal overlooked some swell publicity when it passed up the oppor- tunity to give out all that cash under the name of Bank Night. The leading powers have agreed to exchange shipbuilding information. In a foursome this practice is known as conceding the putts. Haile Selassic’s next move is . . i Pci a breach-of-promisé suit “Make that fool husband of mine stop laughing. Show | against the League of Nations. him some price tags!” ‘ Why We Moved to the Country HAT quaint little house near Elders Bog. The old fireplaces. Just forty-five minutes from the city. Those brisk walks, back and forth to the-station. The country club, almost at our back- door. The Saturday night dances there. Vegetables, right out of our own garden. For peace and quiet. To get awry from drunks and drink- ing. To save money. Why We Moved Right Back That quaint little house near Elders Bog. The old fireplaces. Just forty-five minutes from the city. Those brisk walks, back and forth to the station. The country club, almost at our back- door. The Saturday night dances there. Vegetables, right out of our own garden. For peace and quiet. To get away from drunks and drink- ing. “What floor is the fire on, please?” To save money. comicbooks.com