Judge, 1908-09-26 · page 5 of 16
Judge — September 26, 1908 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains a serialized story titled "Old Sleuth Up to Date" with accompanying illustrations, rather than political satire. The narrative concerns a detective ("Old Sleuth") investigating a tunnel scheme involving villains named Tarbox who threaten a helpless girl. The plot emphasizes melodramatic danger—the tunnel "thundered down the mountain slope toward its victim." Secondary humorous sections include "Modern Improvements" (a brief joke about a technician), "On the Latest Hipless Shape" (fashion commentary), "At the Bungalow" (domestic humor), and "A Curious Fact" (a workplace joke about an employee named Murphy). This appears to be entertainment content rather than political commentary—typical of Judge magazine's mixed approach combining serialized fiction with light humor pieces.
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OLD SLEUTH UP TO DATE. IGHT at the mouth of the tunnel our hero lay, tightly bound ac yards up the hillsid Is lain Tarbox, arms folded abolical grin she invited the hel hed toa tree, sss girl on his fi jestruction of her lover. What to see t could save him? Alre from the tunnel the train as it thundered down the mountain ly there echoed of the express dear,”* Imly. " Prov yeseape from that will yet provide scoundrel’s toils, never fear.” «1 murmured the 4 suthor actedly, as he paused nt in his dictation,‘ How a t him outof that fix?) She can't rush wildly into the tunnel and flayg the teh, hee: ‘ss tied. She can’t i wh ar her piercing shrick, beeause the train is in a tunnel, Her POO MUCH PLEASURE, She Ob, LE have it! Of all man —"* Whi Van y tof stone, ‘The engineer co hful hound couldn't instead of the usual wild rose !"" ON THE LATEST HIPLESS SHAPE. Whi Kut whe hips that Don't notice "t wish to insinu: were not where, AT THE BUNGALOW. Mr. Parvenne—* dell Ke chel, to sing someting Tarvenne** Dot isn't dot's de fog-horn,”” seyyounc man, you my wife fr water.”” ued the First scholar Secomd scholal First scholar Partin’ i ideo i I beg pardon, sir, 1 Gee mully | Hf they’s won’ ter do the lickin’ by “leetricity TE quit”” thought she was your daughter."* course," and he resumed his dictation, dust as the headlight of the appro: kled inte gust of wi mountain, struck our her th oine'’s hat, which had bs leaninge a tree, trundled it across the open into the mouth of the tunnel, A mo ment later was heard a longs, sp rnous harsh, jgrating: sereech, and the locomotive, its wheels tangled and locked) in the h ruins of the hat, me to a standstill with its cow-eatcher just touching our wed 1 hime hero's b the wretch night, si fists ing his clenched in bitter anger at the _ = = A CURIOUS FACT. “Thank God !"" gasped our “Tim Murphy ‘sa loafer. He quits th’ job ivery fifteen minutes an’ shtays away an hour.” comicbooks.com