Judge, 1938-02 · page 8 of 52
Judge — February 1938 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# "The Judge" Page Analysis This is a humor column titled "Oyez, Oyez, Oyez!" (a courtroom crier's traditional call). The page collects absurdist anecdotes and reader-submitted oddities rather than political cartoons. The content mocks everyday human eccentricity: a man who traveled 100 miles with a rabbit; people shipping bees to Florida for winter work; a woman who became her own stepmother through remarriage; a deer-related incident at the Grand Canyon; and a woman performing manicures in a saloon. The illustrations show period silhouettes and a small figure, likely decorative. The column's satire targets human peculiarity and illogic in ordinary life—not political figures. This represents Judge magazine's characteristic style: lighthearted social observation rather than partisan commentary, appealing to readers' sense of the ridiculous in everyday society.
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Oyez, O 'HINGS go on around here that our readers ought to know about. Simply because we live in this little, isolated of- fice, not getting enough to eat, people victimize us. Whenever they discover a fact, a stark, simple fact devoid of mean- ing, they scribble it on a slip and leave it on our desk. These slips get in the typewriter; they crawl out the window; they flutter in the air. Worse, when we get them collected and read them in order, we often feel we are going mad. Here, read a few for yourself: The citizens of Engadine, Switz., speak Latin, In Porto Rico, women may not carry pistols. Mrs. Bertha Hoff has found 1005 four-leaf clovers in three years. Ninety per cent of blue-eyed white cats are deaf. A hound recently chased a rabbit 100 miles from Fitchburg, Mass., to Bran- don, Vt. People have been taking bees to Flor- ida to make them work in winter. Mrs. Rosie May Osborn, of New Car- lisle, Ind., having married first her stepfather’s son and then her mother’s second husband, has become her father- in-law's wife and her own step-mother. wee It may interest Chiang Kai Shek to know that we have a sure-fire method for frightening Japanese. We didn’t actually discover it; a naturalist named Ivan T. yez, Oyez! All persons having business before this court will draw near and give their attention. Any having pleas to file, come forward, Sanderson did, and he tells about it in his new book, Animal Treasure. Some people, according to Mr. San. derson, have a serious difficulty figuring out photographs, and this is particularly true in the Orient. Mr. Sanderson showed one Oriental dignitary a photo- graph of himself. The old gentleman held his likeness at arm's length, re- volving it slowly, and observed: ‘This is very dangerous! I hope such things will never be brought to our country.” wae A Mr. Marion Gaylor, who works for a hotel near the Grand Canyon, has been de-trousered by a local deer, thereby be- coming the first person to have antlers in the pants. wes We made one of our rare visits to a saloon the other day. It was called Barney's Bar, and it lies in a hard-boiled part of town, so that we were surprised to find a wom- an tending bar. The place was crowded . with long-shoremen, cab drivers, vag- rants, and us, and the little lady kept busy for about an hour. Then the men drifted home to eat, and two women came in. When she saw them the bar- tender brightened. “Why, hello, Alice,” she clucked. She-came out from behind the bar and Alice todk her place. The third woman sat down at a table, and while all three quaffed beer, chatted amiably and we watched, transfixed, Alice took out a case of instruments and proceeded to give the bartender a manicure. eee Horrid things go on im Canada; wit- and they shall be heard. ness the question and answer depart. ment of the Canadian women’s maga. zine, Chatelaine, which lies before us now. A reader asks whether her baby might be poisoned by the paint on its cot and play-pen, and Chatelaine replies: “Wait and see if your child starts to eat up the cot and play-pen. If so bet. ter give them a coat of varnish.” Or buy a muzzle. Anyway, since we have embarked on the subject of women we had better re. print these two ads; the first appeared in the Ashland (O.) Times-Gazette, the second in the Grand Coulce (Wash.) News, and they both go to show you something or other: 1, CtyDE STRINE— Thinks he isn’t respon. sible for anything, not even his debts or his fam. ily. But he is responsible for breaking my nose. I surely couldn't get any credit by using his name. 2. Founp — Lady's purse left in my car while parked. . . . Owner can have same by describing property and paying for this ad. If owner can explain satis. factorily to my wife how purse got into car, will pay for ad myself. The No. 1 rugged individualist this month is the bum who rang a fire alarm in a middle-western city, and then, when the hook-and-ladder rattled up, an- nounced belligerently that he wanted a Social Security number, and now! awe Mr. Ewald Peterson of Peoria, Ill. commands our admiration. He stepped into a phone booth one day, placed his call, and got a wrong number. He de. The Judge comicbooks.com 20 —~ sama oie toe ak oe