Judge, 1916-05-20 · page 5 of 28
Judge — May 20, 1916 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two satirical stories about automobile racing. The top cartoon depicts spectators at what appears to be the International Sweepstakes Race, with dialogue mocking both racing enthusiasts and bachelors. The "Breaking It Easy" story below focuses on Luigi Morello's black torpedo car in a racing competition, satirizing the vehicle's distinctive hood design that became famous for its association with the International Sweepstakes Race. The humor centers on early 20th-century automobile culture—the excitement around racing, the peculiar engineering of racing cars, and social commentary about wealthy men like "Mr. Frothwell, the well-known brewer" who participate in motorsports. The satire gently mocks racing's dangers and the spectacle surrounding these events, which were major public attractions of the era.
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Equestrienne—Such a nice fellow to be a bachelor t Lu MORELLO’S black torpedo, No. 7, had gained another lap. ‘The throng about the upper edge of the huge brick saucer sent 0 00,0 UPR up another proval. Luigi Morello had a press agent who knew the advertising value of a little mystery —the crowd was heart and soul for Mo- Tello, not so much because he had designed a remark- ably efficient engine as because he wore ature-disguising black hood and ad- mitted that “Morello” wasn't his real name. An old dodge, but it always works. In the days of chivalry, the populace adored the mysterious knight in black armor. In the sophisticated present it packs our vaude a masked soprano and at the triumphs of a masked wrestler. In five hours of watching the International epstakes Race it had. true to form, made a new popular idol of Luigi Morello. ville houses to hea cheers itself hoar: fe GOING AND COMING I's a pity. BREAKING IT EASY By CHARLES PHELPS CUSHING Hiram Sherwood and his daughter Felice looked on from a choice pair of seats near the finish line. * Morello is sure to win,” “TL saw that right away. “Don't be so cock-sure,” grum- bled Hiram. “Oh, but he’s miles and miles And only fifty more to observed Felice. ahead go.” “His luck can’t last forever, Hiram replied, a little testily “And allow me to add, young woman, I don’t like that posi- tive way you have to- Itir- ritates me. It’s getting on my nerves. I know a lot more about racing than you do, my dear Don’t try to tell me.” Felice appeared blissfully un- conscious of the reproof. She She drew a L out of seemed not to hear. little gold-sheathed pen her handbag and poised it above the blank side of an envelope. “Forty some miles to go. she mused. “He ought to finish in record time. Five hundred © Her chum—Oh, but he’s married, dear. Equestrienne—Why, what a shame ! miles in five and a half hours—$10,coo— Father, dear, just think—$1,818 an hour —$30.30 a minute——” “Eh, what’s that?” growled Hiram, dis- turbed again. “Fifty cents a second, father! do you think of that!” No answer. What Mr. Frothwell, the well-known brewer, feels more at home in ‘touring car of his own design. comicbooks.com