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# Judge Magazine, September 1937 - Page Analysis This page contains two distinct pieces of satirical content: **Main Story (with photograph):** A humorous anecdote about an airplane passenger from Alabama who becomes extremely airsick during a flight. The joke's dark punchline reveals the man dies mid-flight and is placed in a coffin upon landing. The satire mocks both air travel's discomforts in the 1930s and the storyteller's casual Alabama dialect. **Bottom Cartoon:** Depicts a married man eating at a desk while two businessmen observe him. The caption "He hasn't taken a lunch hour off since he got married" satirizes the stereotype that marriage domesticates men, making them dutiful rather than carefree. The joke suggests married life keeps him chained to responsibility. **Sidebar Notes:** Include brief items about naval preparedness (Indianapolis armory) and an unusual mosquito census method using human test subjects—absurdist humor about unconventional pest control. The overall tone reflects 1930s American satirical humor: colloquial, sometimes crude, focused on social conformity and domestic life.
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third man ahead of them, already strapped in, sitting rigid, expectant and rim. é The plane took off with an effort and wobbled away through the storm. Our man and his new friend talked in whis- rs; they had begun to suffer, from the umpy air and the stuffy cabin; and then they noticed the third man. He was taking it hard, exceedingly hard. “His face,” says our informant, who comes from Alabama, “‘was as yella’ as the ground side of a nickel water- melon.” Our man and his friend watched their silent companion the whole way, to take their minds off their troubles. It seemed he looked worse and worse, and swayed dizzily in his seat, but he never said a word; they began to lay bets, whether or not he would last. Well, the plane landed finally, splash. ing in the mud. The third man never budged, but two brisk attendants hurried in, unstrapped him, and laid him in a long pine box. They nailed the lid down and carried him away. “And we were betting he wouldn't last!" says our man, shaking his head in wonder, In case any of you are worried, our trouble-shooter doesn’t plan to spend his whole life shooting trouble. Some- day he's going back to Alabama, he says, “where even the trees have cushions on ‘em.” However he admits he hasn’t met any old men, or even any middle-aged men, in just his line of business. PREPAREDNESS note: Nearing com. pletion is a large naval armory, mod- ern in every respect and dedicated to the memory of a great American—John Paul Jones. The location: Indianapolis, Indi- ana, “largest inland city of the United States not located on any navigable body of water.” ORDINARY methods of census.taking seem quite commonplace when com- pared to that used by J. Lyell Clarke, sanitary engineer for the Desplaines Val. ley mosquito abatement district, engaged in the interesting task of counting those 's that sneak up and leave their rae in exchange for a few ted corpuscles. Each Friday night, with six assistants, he bares his arms and face for five min. utes and from the total number of bumps received by the entire crew esti- mates the number of mosquitos in the particular region visited. This probably is the only case on rec- ord where the Braille system has been adapted to such a purpose. N TALLAHOMA, Tenn., a citizen who ordered a load of wood from farmer Hord Smith, was notified it couldn't be delivered that day. Why? Because farmer Smith's horse wasn't working—it was celebrating its twenty. third birthday. September 1937 “He hasn't taken a lunch hour off since he got married.” comicbooks.com