Judge, 1929-03-02 · page 24 of 36
Judge — March 2, 1929 — page 24: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* magazine contains satirical humor pieces typical of early 20th-century American comedy. **"In Grandma's Day"** contrasts old and new social customs—older aunts disapprove of modern young people's "tangled" dating behaviors at husking bees (social gatherings), finding them scandalous compared to their era. **"Turkish Paste"** (bottom cartoon) depicts a domestic scene where a man appears to be in an awkward or compromising situation, likely playing on period anxieties about infidelity or impropriety. The right column contains brief joke exchanges: a debutante jokes about lacking appeal to wealthy older men; a preacher is scandalized when a street child reveals his mother sent him to "debauchery" (actually mispronounced—she said "delicatessen"); a clerk jokes about cheap cigars versus premium Havanas. The final "thought for today" references St. Vitus (a disease causing involuntary movement), making a dark joke about catching colds being "lucky" compared to serious illness—gallows humor typical of the period.
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