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# "The Girl with the Fulgous Hair" This page introduces a mystery thriller story by Gelett Burgess, a popular humorist of the early 1900s. The illustration depicts a man and woman in an office setting, apparently discussing a case involving arsons in Boston and New York. The story itself—not a political cartoon—appears to be a serialized detective fiction. The narrative references a "Fire Chief" discussing multiple house fires and mentioning "Ferret," an "orderly and methodical man" tasked with investigating. The text includes period-appropriate dialogue about police work and detective procedures. This represents Judge magazine's mixed content model: satire alongside commercial fiction serializations that entertained readers during the early twentieth century.
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The Girl with the Fulgous Hair Another of the Yellowish Mystery Thrillers By Geverr Burcess Author of * Are You a Bromide 2” * Goops and Hew te Be Them.” © Love ina Hurry.” * Ain't Angie Awful!” Etc And as he became invisible, the Fire Chief remarked to his Chapter I toothpick: * You don’t have to be a darn fool to be a detective. The Fire Chief but it helps a lot!” “ MONGST the last: week.” announced the Fire Chief, ina large. purple voice. “there have been Cuarter 1 he pronounced it “bean,” being from Boston very far from Boston, in fact), “there have bean” On, Location in New York ten genuine, hand-made cases 0 ERRET was an orderly and me alman. He always arson, five in each case. Five houses have burned up; and, of F kept his fingers neatly arranged in tne same places, the i ger next his thumb. He ate three times a day her hand, five have burned down endiary, so to speak,” said Ferret. the larly on the first of cach pmer and Winter; and bathed r ath, whether he needed it or not nthe Chief said When, therefore, a ing his feet lea came to him, he got right in and “ZT want you to get the arson-ol-a-g cently Mf. asking not where nor How Much? ‘That's the way he But—the police?” Ferret's voice was—well, what does it got to the respective scenes of the assorted arsons. So easy matter what it was? What we want is the story. See next when you know how paragray He had not realized before how many corners there were in Police! The accent is on the second syllable, as in plant. New York. He couldn't go a block without finding one or two lice,” the Chief remarked. “We don’t call ‘om police any more, lying round quite unprotected. It was at one of these that was we call ‘em po-cooties. They ain’t got blood enough in their — seen the scene of one of the fires which had caused so much anx- necks to make ‘em well read. No, Ferret, you got to find the iety and smoke. A lonely cop was guarding the remeins of an fiend alone.” apartment house that had once towered as high as its owa rent And he laughed blitheishly. like a clerygman whose mother “Who lived here?” asked Ferret, with an air of desuctude: in-law has just moved to Paraguay—at her own expense From a hst of names mostly ending in “ski.” he selected one “All right,” said Ferret. “You just postpone all tres that — called Peter Bumley as probably the most human and light the Zebra Building. He was a mplected. Peter worked are booked fort weeks, and Tl dope it out with Ouija.” «