Judge, 1928-12-15 · page 16 of 36
Judge — December 15, 1928 — page 16: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* contains multiple brief humorous items typical of the magazine's format: **Top cartoon**: A sentimental husband shows his wife a tandem bicycle he built instead of buying a car, hoping to recreate their courtship romance. The satire mocks both excessive nostalgia and impractical gift-giving. **Middle cartoon**: A police officer confronts two intoxicated women loitering on a street corner. They claim they're waiting for a streetcar; he suggestively invites them along, implying arrest or worse. The humor relies on period double-entendre about moral danger to women. **"Jest in Pun" section**: A collection of brief joke exchanges between "Her'n" and "His'n" (his and hers perspectives), including wordplay about palettes/artists, beauty doctors, and essay prizes—gentle domestic humor. **Bottom item**: Brief jokes about a scientist's respiratory device invention and a "companionate marriage" (a 1920s concept of marriage based on companionship rather than tradition). The overall tone reflects 1920s-era humor: sentimental, domestically focused, with mild sexual innuendo and wordplay.
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Sentimes days of our courtship! TALIst—I know you JUDGE nted a new car, dear, but I had this built to order instead—it will take us right back to the “Hey, you—git up out o’ there “Don’t be cross with me, ofisher the sheeping slickness.” I'm Jest in Pun Here are a few we'll just pass over lightly, with no comment— from me, anyhow. .. . Her’n—Don't you think it was Divine Providence, the way we met at that lawn party? His'n—Ych, it was féte. Her'n—What makes that artist talk so funny? His’n—Why, don't you see? He hasn't got any palette. His'n—My tured this week. Her’'n—Oh, not really! You don’t mean in the movies? “No. At the beauty doctor's.” wife's being fea- Her’n—She won the essay prize at school. His'n—Well, that may be, but she certainly hasn't got for me. There, I. guess you've her'n enough of that, his'n you? Two Slightly Intoxicated Young Ladies, on Street Corner—But, officer, we're only waiting for a street-car, and we've been waiting for hours! The Cop—All right, my girls, you come along with me and you'll get yours! Apropos of nothing execpt that I have to fill space, a scientist has come out with the startling state- ment that sometimes in the near future tubercular sufferers will be saved through the substitution of an respiratory device for the natu it won't be lung no “Those two professional hu- morists are certainly a congenial couple. haven't you heard the They're going to have a compunionate marriage!” “Have you seen her joke col- umns?”” “No, I didn’t get a chance—she kept her skirt pulled down.” It's a good thing nobody else thought that last one up, that’s all! —Jaquita comicbooks.com