Judge, 1920-07-10 · page 6 of 36
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page appears to be from a humorous fiction story rather than a political cartoon. The narrative in "Chapter III: The Cheese-Taster Tested" involves characters Mr. Ferret and Mr. Bumley discussing detective work and a wife hitting someone with a coconut cream pie. The illustrated content includes: - A drawing of a woman in a 1920s-style automobile with text referencing "a young woman who lived in a shoe" - A sketch labeled as "The Only Good Lines in an Average Broadway Musical Comedy" showing a woman in a dress The page appears to be entertainment/humor content typical of Judge magazine's satirical style, mocking contemporary theater and domestic situations, rather than containing political commentary. The magazine was known for mixing fictional stories with social satire.
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If vou n't. look it up Flirts, edible cheese-taster. if you know what I mean in the Encyclopaedia Patagonica, under Cuapter HL The Cheese-Taster Tested R. FERRET on reaching the Zebra Building assumed an air of terrific intelligence. “Mr. Bumley.” he re- na detective. I deduce already that marked, “I you shave yourself I don't.” replied Bumley, for it w “But that fairy splash of lather on your spectacles. in the s indeed he suburbs of your “Is where my wife hit me with a cocoanut cream pie. Bumley calmly continued inhaling Hoboken Roquefort “At rate, even the most exorbitant, you had eggs for And any breakfast this morning. In fact,” said Ferret, gazing at the Bumley chin, “I can still see them!” “Wrong again!” said Bumley. “What you see are one relics of last Sunday's feast. And as it is now Saturday you had better detect somebody else for a change. Au review But the wonderful pink eyes of the Albino had already no: ticed on or about the table, a large newspaper with a five-column head: “ Movie Star ( dal by Wearing her Own H. Feature Film.” Distracting Bumley’s attention by making a sound like a bill-collector in distress, Ferret snatched the paper and conccaled it in his mouth. Then, mouth and all, he made Draven by C. W AN ERsoN Oxty Goon Lines in tHe Averace Broanway Musicat Comepy ere way 2 youn ie women Yio lived PEAS Chey e by A. T. Mixmen Tue Movers Moruer(trss) Goose Carter IV The Ad N an inside page of “The Morning Didyouever” the Albinodetective found a Personal marked in green ink which was thus Amorous ACH-RAMPANT, me « OU rm dl with a eman. No soft-coll or artiul ze Object matrimony or bet lama 4 are you? Address Miss Me. P.O. Box ttt and be TuTh Soret ex Nine other fires were tigated by Ferret. Nine residents were found possessing a copy of the fatal newspaper some had used it for shelf lining. some used it for blankets. One gent with lateral whiskers had it concealed in a mustache cup, and surrendered it with tragic trembles. A young Czecho-Hung with a tin ear fought with a safety razor for days and days be- fore he would give it up. And every each had that same Per. sonal marked. Why? Again Task, Why? No one would explain. They were as clammified as a box of sardines when you have no can-opener All, all then, were guilty. But of what? inv Citarrer V Ferret on the Wire He had and had dy growing impatient HE Fire Chief was already chewed up all his fingerna ails in his nervousn be his toes when he rang Ferret up and saved his Wo sect thing, the tele ne. It’s amazing what you can with Why. you can call up J. P. Me and tell him tlo hise ars that he’s a polymorphous, heligoform, clavodel »pterix, and he can’t do anything. You can make love to Mary Pickford, if you can get her on the wire (I never could), t I thought we were talking about the Albinode- While we are gossiping so kittenishly he is being told by the Fire Chief, with variations in D natural, that there were several fires getting so impatient that they posi- tively refused to be postponed any longer, and threatened to break out at any minute. she tective, weren't we? 1 and