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This page contains three satirical pieces typical of 1920s-30s Judge magazine humor: **"The Peacock" (verse by George Mitchell):** A moralistic poem mocking vain men who spend lavishly on their appearance and girlfriends' wardrobes. The "peacock" metaphor compares such men to the bird's showy vanity, warning women not to emulate this foolish behavior. References "Ziegfeld baby" (Florenz Ziegfeld's glamorous chorus girls), suggesting masculine vanity mimics theatrical excess. **Top cartoon:** A slapstick joke about railroad workers and medical incompetence—a hobo's death leads to dark humor about whether the doctor who treated him was legitimate. **"Where the Danger Lay":** A brief exchange satirizing urban automobile dangers versus perceived rural hazards. A man who worked with locomotives claims cars were more dangerous because he couldn't predict when he'd be hit. **"Radio Fan":** A short jab at unpopular radio content and talking movies' appeal even to deaf audiences—satire on emerging mass media quality. The overall tone reflects Judge's characteristic cocktail of social commentary, snobbish mockery of working classes, and vaudeville-style wordplay.

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JUDGE Fowl Verse The Peacock A nifty bird, a feathered Saturn Of variegated, cubist pattern The Peacock is the incubator's Gift t’ Interior Decorators. | He cannot sing, this haughty male But he sure spreads a gaudy tail Abont the shabby countryside: A Ziegfeld baby—glorified. Through his infectious vanity He causes wild profanity Amongst the men whose females must Look a million bucks or bust. Therefore, Ladies, please don't be-frock Like the vain and foolish pea- cock. —Grorce Mireur. BLAST MY CUTICLE, I'M IN THE RUFF AGAIN! GROANED THE GOI Curl your gams around the brake-rods of this fast freight due at Joyville at five fifteen ding dong blah. “Hey, it says in the paper that a three bucks!” noted a medico’s frau. “Only three bucks?” replied the sawbones ab- sent-mindedly, “The bird that killed him couldn't have been a real doctor!” Watch the burgher fletcherize that one, Groucho. Radio Fan—Now let's listen to some of the latest unpopular Even the deaf can enjoy the talking movies. Maybe even’ more so. Children’s Hour on the radio—If the children were consulted was smoked off for Where the Danger Lay “IT hear you rode catcher of a locomot bet you were scared.” ‘You bet; I didn’t know what minute I was going to get hit by an auto.” on the cow eonce. Tl comicbooks.com