Judge, 1928-12-29 · page 16 of 37
Judge — December 29, 1928 — page 16: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from **Judge** magazine contains light satirical humor typical of early-to-mid 20th century American comedy. The content is mostly a collection of brief jokes and puns labeled "Jest in Pun." The cartoons and quips target everyday subjects: a traveling bicycle salesman, proofreaders, musicians ("fiddling around"), and comedians with tired material ("far-fetched" jokes from China). There's wordplay about "petting" for New Year's resolutions and a dark joke about a couple who fought with hammers, ending with the pun "mallets toward none" (playing on "malice toward none"). The main cartoon depicts "happy hoofers" (dancers) celebrating success, with surrounding dialogue about milkmen and spoiled milk—apparently a recurring topic in contemporary urban humor. The satire is genteel and domestic rather than political, reflecting Judge's audience of middle-class American readers. The jokes rely on puns, double meanings, and observational humor about daily life rather than sharp social critique.
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JUDGE Jest in Pun This is “Use - Up - Odds - and- Ends - Week,” and no money back... First’ Salesman—I hear Joe Hoosits is on the road. Second —Yeh, he’s peddling — | bicycles. Her'n—Isn't it terribly hard to be a proof reader? His'n—Why, no, it's simply a case of follow the error. First Violinist—Where’s Leon? Second Violinist’s Wife—Oh, he’s fiddling around somewhere. “His jokes are all far-fetched.” “Yeah, he brought the last batch back from China.” | Maybe we can break this up with something appropriate to the | season... iladys, aren't you ever going to get up? First Flapper—What are “Great heavens! Did you wake me up just to ask me that?” swearing off for New Y cond—Petting. I'm going to keep my kisses for the man I marry. First—Gosh, I couldn't swear off to save my nec! Have you been reading about the man and his wife arraigned for mutua sault with a ham- mer? They've forgiven each — | other now, and gone home—with mallets toward none. Slogan appearing in the ad- vertisement pages of the Can- nibal Isles newspaper, The Daily Stews: Bread is your best friend . eat more of it. Visitor in Greenwich Apart- ment—Sonya is the perfect hos- tess. One feels so at home on these luxurious divans. | WELL, WE'RE ON THE BIG TIME AT LAST, Another One—Yes, she be- | CHUCKLED THE HAPPY HOOFERS lieves in making her guests com- } | Hi, Walt, I hear the wise mob in the City Hall p. 0. antici- fortably. pates a blessed event in the shape of two new pen-points. Is it on the up-and-up? “The milk this a. m. was sour,” grifed One line to go. Oh, well... Mrs, Goldilor. “Oh, yeah?” burned the common carrier. “When I call my kitty “Emporium,” something’s wrong the milkman always hears about it; but you because she’s just become a never tell him when the milk ain't sour, do you?” Ah, but you market (tar ket). should hear the orurn one I know about a milkman! —Jaguita comicbooks.com