Judge, 1906-03-10 · page 4 of 12
Judge — March 10, 1906 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two distinct sections: **Top panels**: A humorous automobile cartoon showing a car going uphill, then exploding. The caption mocks early automobiles' unreliability, with a Native American character predicting "fellas never git up the hill" and later observing the gasoline-tank explosion. This satirizes the newfangled motorcar technology's tendency to fail spectacularly. **Bottom section**: "Sniffles, Crack Detective" — a serialized detective story featuring a woman character who appears to be a parody detective. The narrative describes mysterious voices and reveals she's investigating a graveyard. The humor derives from her nervous, exaggerated reactions and the melodramatic mystery-story tropes being mocked. Both segments reflect Judge's satirical approach to contemporary technology and popular fiction genres of the era.
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Narive—""I bet a nickle them fellers never git up thet hill with ther automobeele."* SNIFFLES, CRACK DETECTIVE. eeEyAr I trembled, It was the voice that had led me to be a thief, a forger, a body- snatcher, and a mur- derer! Hal" Again it rang out, that voice that had led me—but why repeat that again? Tturned and saw standing in the shad- ow of the cuckoo- clock the slim figure of Sniffles, the cele- brated lady detective. “You are fright- ened, Sandwich!" she rasped in the voice that had (see above). I was, indeed, startled. My nerves were not as they were before that voice had led me— «We have work to do. Come!" came the low command in the harsh voice that had (same as above). Mechanically I arose and donned my smoking-jacket. «Hist! Haste!” she demanded tensely in the voice that We crept forth and entered the de- THEY GOT UP. Native (two minutes later, as the gasoline-tank explodes)—** Gol-durn ef they didn’t, arter all!” SHE SEES SOMETHING FUNNY, EH? * How do, doctor? Nature 's smiling this morning."* Tue voctor—"*Humph! I don't blame her.” serted graveyard. She led the way among the tombstones with unerring certainty, “There!” she hissed, pointing to a marble shatt that tow- ered above us. ** The tomb of Robert de Hogfat !" I shuddered. It was the voice that had thrilled me—that hed led me to be a— as previous. “Quick! Bite a hunk out of that mar- ble!" she command- ed in the voice— A cold sweat broke out on my shoulder-blades as I realized the awful truth, My knees trembled violently. «Make hast she shrilled in the-— Summoning my manhood, I faced her. “I—IT can't! I left my teeth on the dresser !"" I gasped. She bowed her head in mute assent to the jnevitable. It was. @ thrilling mo- ment. Then, with a sudden gesture, a slat broke and I was pitch- ed. out on the cold, clamav floor just as the clock “truck three.