Judge, 1929-04-20 · page 30 of 36
Judge — April 20, 1929 — page 30: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is primarily **advertisements** with one small cartoon joke at the bottom. The main cartoon shows an employer (Brown) telling his boss that employee Jones won't be at work due to a family bereavement. The employer's deadpan response—"who's dead this time?"—suggests Jones has claimed multiple bereavements before, implying he's a chronic liar using fake family deaths as excuses to skip work. The joke's humor relies on the dark comedy of serial dishonesty in the workplace. The bulk of the page contains vintage ads: Carbona cleaning fluid (marketed as safe because it "cannot burn" or "explode"), Hotel Montclair in Manhattan, and Abbott's Bitters tonic. These ads reflect 1920s-era consumer products and New York hospitality. The partial text about "Judging the Shows" discusses theatrical performance and drama, but is cut off and incomplete on this page.
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