Judge, 1929-01-19 · page 27 of 36
Judge — January 19, 1929 — page 27: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects brief jokes and satirical cartoons typical of early 20th-century humor magazines. The content includes: **Top cartoon**: A visual gag about a woman being compared to a "magazine cover"—the joke being she's only seen once monthly, insulting her appearance or presence. **Text jokes** mock various social absurdities: a night club in perpetually-dark Labrador; women spreading unverified rumors; a wife withholding marital intimacy until her husband earns enough ration coupons (suggesting post-WWI austerity); workplace inefficiency; and flirtation dynamics. **Lower cartoons**: One depicts office noise from a manager shouting at someone in Manchester (likely via telephone, making the clerk's explanation absurd), and another shows a burglar finding a light-source—presented as "luck" despite the obvious danger. The humor relies on wordplay, domestic situations, and observational comedy about modern inconveniences—typical of Judge's satirical approach to everyday middle-class life and social pretensions.
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“Frank told me last night that I reminded him of a magazine cover. “I suppose that’s because he sees you only once a month.” —Bystranver Enterprise The night club proprietor who opened a club in Labrador, where there's night for six whole months. —Evenyrnopy’s Weekty | Women, declares a novelist, are | only too ready to believe and spread reports without taking the trouble to verify them. Many of them certainly do seem to possess a strong sense of rumour. —Hemonist | Knutt—The doctor says I must stop smoking. I am_ poisoning myself to death Mrs. Knutt—Oh, dear, John, can't you hold out until we get | enough coupons for that dining- room rug? Sixty! What Suort-Sicuten put Entuvstastic Owner more could you want? Resionep Passencen—IVings. —Tatrer —Answers Shouting had been going on behind the closed door of the London manager's office for quite ten minutes. The business man was getting tired of it. “Wha Il the noise about?” he inquired of the clerk. “Mr. Brown is talking to Man- chester.” “Then why on earth can't he use the telephone?” 's Tit Bits He—I suppose I'm only a peb- | ble on the beach of your life? She—That is true, but you might stand a chance if you were a little boulder. Berctar (after search for matches) —Lumme, Charlie, this is —Everynopy’s Weekty a bit o° luck! ’Ere’s a bloke wiv a light. —Humonist | comicbooks.com