Judge, 1937-06 · page 5 of 37
Judge — June 1937 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page (June 1937) This page contains two distinct pieces: **"Currents" (left column):** A humorous anecdote about a professor carrying a goldfish home at night. A campus policeman, suspicious of the professor's furtive behavior, confronts him. When the professor explains he's retrieving goldfish, the skeptical cop finds three fish flopping on the ground—validating the unlikely story. The humor derives from the absurdity of the situation and the cop's relief at discovering something so mundane and ridiculous. **"Putting out...the cat" (right):** A sequential comic strip showing someone repeatedly attempting to remove a cat from their home, with the cat repeatedly returning inside. The visual gag escalates through increasingly chaotic scenes. Both pieces employ slapstick humor typical of 1930s popular comedy, with no apparent political satire or social commentary.
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CURRENTS Putting out... not be necessary to take a bowl. That since it was only a short distance, he would merely soak his handkerchief in water, wrap the goldfish up in it, and carry them home in his pocket. While he was on his way home he felt a tickling in his nose and, without think- ing, reached in his et and pulled out his handkerchief. The result was that the goldfish were soon flooping about desperately on the ground. As we said before, it was a dark night, and the professor, not being a smoking man, had no light of any kind with him. There was nothing for it but to get down on his hands and knees and grope about for the three flopping goldfish. At this juncture, who should come along but the campus policeman, whose duty it was to see that no unseemly high jinks went on on the campus. Naturally he was suspicious of anyone on his hands and knees late of night, and demanded to know what in the name of hell the man might be doing there. He was no less suspicious when he heard the an- swer, “Trying to find some goldfish.” “Some what!” thundered the cop. “Some goldfish,” repeated a distressed voice. “Have you got a flashlight?” The cop threw his light on the ground, and there, sure enough, were three goldfish flopping about in an ir- rational and aimless sort of way. “Well,” said the cop, throwing his light full in the face of our eminent ich. thyologist, “it’s a damn good thing you found them. If you hadn't I'd ’a run you in. E have just had news that makes us proud of our country: the citi- ‘zens of Le Roy, New York, refused to accept a new $97,000 postoffice because it looked “‘squatty.”” ‘OU may or may not know that some years ago Scopolamine, whose effect was called “twilight sleep” became very popular among the medical profession P 7 as a drug used hypodermically to ease | { i the pangs of childbirth. This you may rs know, but we doubt if you know that ct in certain cases it not only alleviated pain but gave the recipient madonna what is known outside the medical pro- fession as a peach, a dandy, a bun or a good jag. Occasionally, the confined lady would get fighting drunk, declar- ing that she could lick any damn bum in the maternity ward. In other cases, the lady would develop a hilarious toot, addressing the obstetrician as old palsey- walsey and ordering Scopolamine injec- tions for the house. Experienced prac- titioners injected Scopolamine with fear and trepidation, but the medico who told us this story was, at the time the events occurred, fresh from medical school, with the Oath of Hippocrates still buzzing in his bonny young skull. oe the cat ly list June 1937 comicbooks.com