Judge, 1920-06-05 · page 7 of 36
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# "The Dancing Dentist" — A Yellowish Mystery This is page one of a serialized mystery-comedy story by Gelett Burgess, part of his "Yellowish Mysteries" series. The narrative concerns a stolen diamond necklace belonging to Mrs. Hash, a Patagonian woman. A character named Mr. Whelk, described as an "Albino Detective," investigates the theft. The accompanying cartoon depicts the social chaos of the discovery—well-dressed society figures (men in suspenders, women in hats) reacting dramatically to the missing jewel. The humor stems from the absurdist mystery setup typical of Burgess's work: the detective's peculiar name, the ethnically stereotyped victim, and the comic mayhem surrounding the investigation. This represents early 20th-century magazine fiction—lighthearted, serialized entertainment blending text and illustration for educated middle-class readers.
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