Judge, 1936-11 · page 12 of 36
Judge — November 1936 — page 12: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three separate humor pieces from Judge magazine: **"Name My Poison"** (poem by Breton Brayley): Satirizes Prohibition-era drinking. A hungover narrator can't remember which alcoholic beverage caused his intoxication—brandy, Cointreau, grape wine, apple liquor, or Scotch—mocking both the variety of illegal drinks available during Prohibition and the common excuse of feigned amnesia about one's drinking. **Top cartoon**: References unemployment during what appears to be the Great Depression, with Uncle Sam supposedly planning to employ the jobless by winter. **"Black Eye"** (dialogue): A series of jokes about a man with a black eye. The humor derives from increasingly absurd explanations—he fought policemen, then the Home Guard, then discovered his opponent was a Navy heavyweight champion. The final joke compares him to actor Charles Bickford, suggesting his shiner makes him look distinguished or movie-star-like. This appears to be light domestic comedy rather than political satire.
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Judge ( Name My Poison i | M ¥ memory's hazy I'm not feeling bright I wonder what made me so crazy Last night? I haven't a notion I simply can’t name Exactly which potion Was wholly to blame. Oh, was it the andy Or Cointreau or grape Which made it seem dandy To act like an ape? Or was it the Apple Or Scoteh in i » That caused me to g¢ The curtains—and climb? | But memory’s f et, it’s a bla Which drink made 1 Of all that T dran They all caused a glow which I greatly enjoyed- But UM never know which } I ought to avoid! —Bertox Bravey { ND with winter weather here. we suppose Uncle Sam's plan will be } o get the unemployed off the benches bi ‘ ke : oI < { i oe ployed. OFF the benches by “They're suspicious looking characters, Sarg—I can’t tell | if they’re gangsters or plainclothesmen.” | Black Eye ‘ “ HO hung the morse mn your eye? Now | don’t tell me you were bene ing over to pick up a blonde i “May I introduc { Brown, folks? He’s te | man, in spite of that black | eye, ha-ha.” } “Whoops, look at old Jim } with a damaged optic! “My ft | word, Jim, and you two 1 } ried eight’ years! Shame!” “You see, Jim could han- q dle the three policemen, but } just then the Home Guard came marching hy and “You don’t have to tell us f a thing. After it was all over you discovered the other fel low was the heavyweight ! champion of the Navy.” 4 “The thing for you to do is } quit eating raw meat and start hanging some of it on that glorious shiner.” i “Oh, Mr. Brown, you lo just. like Charles Bickford { “That man took my dessert!” with that adorable black eve.” i ) 10 comicbooks.com