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Judge — August 1938 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine, August 1938 - Page Content Analysis This page is primarily a **restaurant and nightlife guide** for New York City's entertainment district, not political satire. It recommends various establishments (Henri's, the Gamecock, Swedish restaurants) with details about their food, atmosphere, and clientele. The **single cartoon** shows a figure with an umbrella and stars, captioned "If I were Venus I'd slap your face!" — a playful, nonsensical joke with no clear satirical target. The **"August Checklist"** section reviews entertainment venues and performers: Sonny Kendis's orchestra, various singers and musicians performing at clubs like the Stork, Ambassador, and Savoy-Plaza. It mentions summer entertainment options for New York's leisure class. The bottom cartoon depicts people fishing near what appears to be industrial infrastructure, captioned "Programme—Programme—Mister?" — its meaning is unclear without additional context. Overall, this is **lifestyle/entertainment content** rather than political or social satire.
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Street at lunch time. Things are rather strat- ified, though—production men and actors on the right side, distributors and theatremen on the left. Henri, of old 44th Street fame, has removed bag and baggage to 17 East 52d Street. Not cheap, but as good food as you will find anywhere, a splendid cellar, and the interna- tionally known croissons a feature of lunch and dinner. A real place is the Gamecock, at 16 East 44th, renowned as the spot where the liquor stock of the Belmont Hotel (now a memory) was sold off in the summer of 1919, after New York State had gone dry. Today, of course, the Gamecock is respectable, with good food, low prices, and a large clientéle of business men who keep coming back. At Holm with the Swedes Back-breaking is the word for the job per- formed by the smérgasbord table at the Drott- ningholm, 112 Central Park South. Absolutely no concoction known to the mind of man has been overlooked, all of them good. However, more than three trips to that table (where you should always go before starting at all) are frowned upon, because that leaves no room for the dinner, full size, mind you, the Swedish pan- cakes, the coffee, and all the other things that follow. Nevertheless, the most Swedish of them all is unquestionably the Gripsholm, which Ragnar Asplund runs at 324 East 57th Street. If you're hot, toss off an Aquavits, or snapps, when you (Page 25, please) “Ir I were Venus I'> SLAP YOUR FACE!” ~— way, how about those seventeen contributions of mine you printed?) August Checklist Back from a tour of the prov- inces Sonny Kendis and his or- chestra are again alternating with Nilo Menendez’ rhumbateers at the Stork, even if all the glamour girls are away and the young brok- ers are at Jones Beach. There is a roof over the restful Summer Gar- den Room of the Ambassador, but there is no cover or minimum. If you like good food and quiet music (by Arthur Herbert's orchestra) go. Tom Low’s satirical songs, Emile Petti, Russell Swan, the magician, and songstress Peggy LeBaron are part of the billing in the Café Lounge of the Savoy-Plaza. If for any unaccountable reason you want to see the movie people at play, go to LaHiff's on 49th August, 1958 comicbooks.com