Judge, 1913-10-25 · page 5 of 24
Judge — October 25, 1913 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* presents a Halloween-themed piece by Homer Croy with accompanying illustrations. The main narrative describes the author's youthful Halloween pranks, specifically mentioning tearing up sidewalks and causing mischief at Mr. Maloney's house—suggesting pranks that disrupted a neighbor's property. The top illustration shows two men in a wooded setting; the caption "Transmitting the Feeling" implies one is recounting Halloween memories to another. The lower illustration labeled "Football Note—Some Prominent Fullbacks" appears to show football players in a humorous context, likely connecting Halloween's mischievous spirit to athletic competition or collegiate life. The piece celebrates a "safe and sane Halloween" movement, indicating contemporary concern about dangerous pranks. Overall, it's nostalgic social commentary on Halloween traditions and youth behavior.
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= . — TRANSMITTING THE FEELING Stranger—Say, bo, 'd like to walk along 0’ you—the woods makes me awful noi'vous! HERE is a movement on foot for ay; a safe and sane Halloween that = lam heartily in favor of. Eversince a cert thing hap- pened in my youth, I es have been in favor of i a quiet, restful Hal- , loween, oy When I was a boy, no person more enjoyed tak- ing a gate off its hinge and carrying it over into Andrew County than the intellectual giant who is penning these lines. But a thing happened in my youth that changed me over to the progressives. lused to think that the greatest fun in the world was to tear up a sidewalk, the last night in October, or to tie a large roan cow on somebody's back porch; but no longer do I believe in ‘such pastimes. A thing happened one night that changed my views about Halloween. One night two other young mental athletes, who would graduate from high school in the spring, and I were passing Mr. Maloney’s house, when an idea struck me. In a few minutes I was myself again ahd sug- AUUAAUEGUEAEOUELEOUEGEGUEGAGuAGONUEGONUOGEGOUEOGEONOEOGOUUOGOGUOUUOEOOUOOOOONOLe . Celebrating Halloween By HOMER CROY gested that we take Mr. Maloney’s wagon and put it on the ridgepole of his barn. He had selected a large, heavy wagon for his use, and it was all we could do to get itupon the fence for the first lift. Iwas under one corner, lifting with all my might, with my tongue sticking out, when something happened. I cannot liftunless Ihave my tongueout. If lam lifting and somebody comes along and puts my tongue back, I had just as well quit. It is queer what eccentricities mental giants have. FOOTBALL NOTE—SOME PROMINENT PULLBACKS While I was lifting with all my might and my tongue, a sharp, un- pleasant voice was heard in the yard. I recognized it as belonging to Mr. Maloney, who moved pianos for a livelihood. I turned, and in the pale, En iridescent moonlight I noticed that. Mr. Maloney was accompanied by a large, determined bulldog. I did not feel drawn toward the dog, but some way or other the dog seemed to be attracted by me. About the time I noticed Mr. Maloney and his traveling companion, the other two boys who were helping me put Mr. Maloney’s wagon upon the roof of his barn out of harm's way left. My two assistants did not say where they were going, but I knew that it was not any place close. I wanted to go with them, but I was detained by the: wagon. The wagon had set- tled back on me. Its whole weight was on my shoulders, so that my legs vibrated with the responsibility. I could not get out from un- der it; all I could do was to stand there and be its Atlas. I had never studied up on Atlas and had no desire for the job, but it was dropped on me. Mr. Maloney came comicbooks.com