Judge, 1928-12-08 · page 23 of 36
Judge — December 8, 1928 — page 23: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three humor pieces typical of Judge's satirical style: **"Incident On a Bus Top"** mocks urban rubbernecking culture. Passengers on a bus become obsessed watching other pedestrians stare at something outside, creating a chain reaction of curiosity. The joke satirizes mindless conformity—everyone follows everyone else's gaze without knowing what they're looking at. **"Addendum"** is a brief anecdote about using a flashy car to locate speakeasies (illegal bars during Prohibition). The author notes the car is so conspicuous it reveals speakeasy locations—a dry joke about how obvious these establishments were despite Prohibition laws. **"Over the Coffee Cups"** presents a satirical dialogue between two former lovers who've married multiple people and can't remember each other's names or previous spouses. It mocks the era's casual attitude toward serial marriages and infidelity among the wealthy, suggesting a cynical, directionless approach to relationships. The humor comes from their mutual amnesia about their own romantic histories.
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JUDGE Incident On a Bus Top “Lookit those two guys in the front seat, Marge! Lookit ‘em lookin’ back! “What two guys? they lookin’ at? “Naw, dope—outa the winda! Lookit ‘em lookin’ at're they lookin’ at tupe! That's) what) I'm in’ to find out!” “G I guess there must be all right-—-lookit, that vehind ‘em’s lookin’ too!” » an’ so’s that guy acrost the aisle, an’ the old dame with What're everybody's lookin’! skit ‘em look! Lookit ‘em! ‘agawsakes, cantcha see any- iybe it's a fire or somethin’ “Or an accident! Cripes, I can't see nothin’! Oh, Gawd, Ibe past it!" “Lookit, 1 is gettin’ uy “So's both of ‘em! — Lookit, they're gettin’ off—it must be im- portant! Come on, come on, quick, le’s get off too an’ sce!" t, one o” the guys “Wait a minit, lissen—what's 3 Oh, cripes, didja hear what he says?” ‘ for the wsakes, street number! Oh, fi the dummies!” “Oh, facryin’ out loud, the crazy half-wits!" —Jaquita Addendum I wrote a piece y method for lo- cating spe It was done with an automobile—a_particu- flashy car which could be seen a long way off. This car, I explained, was not min be- longed to my friend, Whoosis. Wherever it was p: I knew there was a speakeasy. Now it seems Gus read this piece and didn’t like it. So I asked him point blank: “Well, isn't it so? Isn't there a speak- within ten fect of every » I see your car parked?” “But,” he yelped, “whereinell can I park where it wouldn't be true?” R. C. O. Night club doorman % in league with tazi drive Has trick umbrella that creates sudden shower as patron leaves. Over the Coffee Cups He—It's nice seeing you again after all these years, She—I hadn't thought you'd remember. He—One wife. never forgets —a She—Surely you don’t mean He—You really don’t remem She (after a pause, then sud- denly)—Harol He—George. She—George, of course. How stupid of me. But you have changed. He—A few pounds heavier, perhaps. She—But most becoming. I was thinking of that tall, slim fel- low. What was his name? Oh, yes, I have it: Peters. 1 married him next after you—or was it before? He—I really don’t remember. I've been busy on my own. ughty you. after a pause)—I've al- ated to ask you—— he—Ask on. keep from you—ni He—Ha, ha! You've lost none of the old savoir dire. She—Let's see—who did you marry then? married dancer. ‘That wasn't that was suicide. He—Ha, ha! now, She—And_ then? He—Oh, I don't remember. My walk through life has been a succession of Wedding Marches. She—Poor dear. You had some sterling qualities too, or I thinking of Charlie Spen I dare say. -It was Spencer, if you don’t mind? He—Quite right. She (rising)—Well, it's been nice seeing you after all these years. He—Quite. I've nothing to Petrova the marriage, One can laugh * * She (to her hostess) —Tell me, Narcissa, who is the man I've just been talking to? jronce Mircuere comicbooks.com