Judge, 1928-12-22 · page 22 of 36
Judge — December 22, 1928 — page 22: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The top cartoon satirizes absent-minded academics. A professor, unwrapping what he believes is a parcel containing a frog for dissection, discovers it's actually his lunch—hamburger sandwiches. The joke plays on the stereotype of the distracted scholar so lost in thought he cannot distinguish between his meal and laboratory specimens. The page's lower sections are advertisements for Judge's sister publications (American Mercury, Liberty) promoting their Christmas-themed content and upcoming serials, emphasizing nostalgia about post-WWI America and holiday traditions. The "Serve Her Right" section appears to be a brief humorous dialogue about a mistress threatening legal action against a wife for "alienation of affection"—a common divorce-era legal claim. The satire likely mocks both the legal absurdity and the social drama of infidelity. The "Proper design for radiator" cartoon (right) remains unclear without additional context.
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JUDGE TAKE OUT THAT CLAUS! Sce how Sidney's schnozzle is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought. “Now BARKED THE BARRISTERS began the Good Old Absent-Minded Prof., unwrapping a parcel, “I shall demon- strate to the class the internal structure of the frog.” sandwiches!” piped the biology class. “But that is tio hamburger “Now I could swear I ate my lunch a few moments ago,” said the startled scientist. And, at three cents a word, it’s dirt cheap. Our Publications Make Known Christmas Imerican Mercury: Bab- id Bromidry are on « Foolish bells and futile Is clamor forth for nothing at all... . I don't believe that Christmas falls on Christmas anyhow; I think that Christmas falls on Michaclmas—if any. Liberty: It is now ten years since that awful war has ended. We are pleased to announce t our new serial is entitled n Years Af At your festive Christmas board, reflect how, ten years ago, our boys spent their Christmas. You will recall those terrible times all the more c' after rea The things! Up Fifth Avenue, across Park—even in the God-forsaken Bowery, they are celebrating Christmas. Santa Claus, with reindeer and what-not, goes scurrying up Broadway, down Fifth Avenue, across Park—even in that God- forsaken Bowery. When will the Eighth Avenue Subway be finished? ... Time: Little boys, little girls hang up stockings. Fathers’— mothers’ faces grow gaunt, poc ets become pinched, in order that little boys, little girls wake up to- morrow (Christmas) with stock- ings full, replete, bursting. . . . Judge, Jr.: Christmas is here! And so is Bobbé Arnst, and Veuve Clicquot, and Bobbé Arnst. So we'll all go to the Heigh-Ho, or shall it be the Ritz? Christ- mas is here! And Bobbé Arnst! —Davw S. Lenuman Serve Her Right His Mistress—Now look here, Mrs. Blank, I'm not going to stand for this any longer, if you don’t quit trying to win your hus- band back from me, I'll go out and see my lawyer and sue you for alienation of affection! —Raovut Biempera comicbooks.com