Judge, 1928-12-08 · page 18 of 36
Judge — December 8, 1928 — page 18: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This Judge magazine page contains several satirical jokes reflecting early 20th-century concerns: **Top cartoon**: A husband criticizes his wife's new beaver-board house for collapsing. The satire targets flimsy, cheap building materials marketed to homeowners—particularly relevant to postwar housing booms and consumer product quality. **"The new commuter"**: A man slips on ice while commuting, illustrated through slapstick. This jokes about the hazards of winter commuting, likely during the era of early automobiles and unreliable winter travel. **Bottom cartoon**: A hay-fever sufferer's wife urges him outdoors during "golden-rod season," implying he's using allergies as an excuse to avoid outdoor work. Hay fever was commonly mocked as a wealthy person's ailment. **Side text**: Short humorous quips about wealth-making ("Gags to Riches"), gender dynamics (women hiding behind skirts), and hotel service complaints. These reflect period attitudes toward class, gender roles, and consumer frustrations with emerging service industries.
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JUDGE =] 5 So SSS ‘| U. Hesuaxp—Tut, tut! I doubted from the first that a house built of beaver-board would be sufficiently substantial to with- stand ordinary wear and tear. =, . doing better—I “By George, I'm—” || only missed it by = — y -|| twenty minutes” Hesnanp ov uay-reven surrenen—Honest, Alice, the golden- rod season is over—you can go out-doors! [ GAGS TO RICHES | Fortunes Fortunes are made in coal and steel, Rubber, tea and beef; Fortunes are made at Chance’s wheel, Fortunes beyond belief. Fortunes are made in boxing s are made in oil, Fortunes in lots of things, Excepting sweat and toil. Useless Gift “What does my wife need a cook book for? She can always read the directions on the ean.” Remarkable Achievement Arabella was elated. At last she had done it. After years of effort and experiment she had accomplished what she had set out to do. It was really all over nothing at all, It was her hair, Every ration known to drug-store science she had tried on For years. Still she couldn't seem to get the desired result. At last she got it. No wonder she was elated. Her happiness knew no bounds. After all those shampoos and dyeings — and bleachings and whatnots she had obtained the effect she was after in her head mop. It was so won- derful she could hardly believe it. Yet it was true! She had restored her hair to its natural shade! Merely a Question Why should a man try to hide behind a woman's skirt when even the woman herself can’t do it? In the Hotel Room Nitt—The service in this hotel is terrible. I'd like to phone down to the clerk and tell him what I think of it. Witt—Why don’t you? “TI tried to, but nobody an- swered the phone.” —R. C. O'Brien comicbooks.com