Judge, 1928-11-24 · page 20 of 36
Judge — November 24, 1928 — page 20: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two unrelated pieces from Judge magazine: **Top cartoon**: "The Pants Game" depicts two women gossiping about domestic mishaps—one accidentally serving her husband birdseed instead of oatmeal. The humor relies on slapstick domestic comedy typical of early 20th-century satire, mocking housewives' incompetence. **Bottom cartoon**: A travelogue illustration of the Leaning Tower of Pisa with people being thrown from it—likely satirizing the tower's famous tilt as a hazard. **Right column**: "Mitch Ado About Nothing" and "Music Hath Charms" are written dialect humor pieces using exaggerated working-class speech ("Didyer," "ennyway"). One describes someone attending a symphony concert and being confused by a percussionist; another jokes about a woman marrying a "gang man." The heavy use of phonetic dialect humor reflects period attitudes toward working-class and immigrant speech as inherently comedic. The page's satire targets domestic life, tourism clichés, and class-based language differences rather than specific political figures.
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JUDGE Fletcherize this hit of kelp I found in the Croton spillway a year ago come Michaelmas. “Your hubby passed my house this remarked Mrs. vas the insouciant reply of Mrs. Blossom Korngold, “I was blind last night and this a.m. I cooked him birdseed by accident instead of oatmeal morning whistling like a bloody lark,” Lhevvine. “Don't I know it,” ain't no sweet man worth the salt of their tears. Traverocur Street scene in the vicinity of the Tower of Pisa. 13 | Mitch Ado About Nothing Music Hath Charms of these Didyer ever go t’ onc » Sundy concits like? ryer mean, concits? its. They trow em in Car- negee Hall Sunday afternoons. Yeah? Yeah. ‘They call em Simpneys or Philharmonicas er sumthin’, Y Y couy A fella in th’ office had a ‘boards an he givem t’ me. He had a coupla s fer th’ Rivoli so he gimme th’ Phil Das: Sure I went. Dja like it? Kinder. Waddeyer mean, kinder? Well, you know, All that fid- dlin aroun’, an’ all that, makes me feel a kiner self conscientious. Excep’ I kep’ a watchin’ a guy sitt way up backer th’ trum- bones and he was sittin’ off wit’ a coupla big roun’ brass covers like in his lap an’ he wasn’ play- in’ or ennything. What th’ hell he was doin’ was morn [ could make out. Well, ennyway, they kep' on a playin’ a coupla hours, an’ this here guy never done ennything but stall aroun’ like he got a bid t’ lissen in. Well, he kep’ stalin’ aroun’ like I toljer till jes before th’ end o' the woiks, when up he gets like he was gonna knockem bli snacks his two cov WHAM! an’ th’ concits all over. An’ that’s all he done? Yeah. An’ come t’ find out he all the way in from Plain field, Jes for that one sock? Yeah. Can you tie that? She married un tell me? Mrs. O0'—Teh, teh, teh. She couldna done worse. Mrs. Me.—Was it a gang man you say she married? Mrs. O'—A gang man? he to God, it was a gag 1 —Groncr Mireur... comicbooks.com