Judge, 1920-08-28 · page 6 of 36
Judge — August 28, 1920 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains **fictional narrative content** rather than political satire. It's from a serialized story featuring characters named Ferret, Pearl Mazumond, and others engaged in what appears to be a detective or adventure plot. The top illustration "A Cry for Help" shows figures on a pier, drawn by Ray Roos. Below are chapter excerpts discussing Ferret's investigation and witty exchanges about personal grooming ("mole on the back of your neck," "hair getting brunettified"). The middle illustration "The Battle of Bunker Hill" by Paul Revere depicts what seems to be a comedic scene of figures in combat or conflict in a rural setting. **This page is primarily **literary entertainment** rather than political commentary**—typical of Judge's mix of humor, illustrations, and serialized fiction for early 20th-century readers.
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Drawn by Rar Roux Cry vor Herr The second made his very nostrils stand on end: “ Pearlopeach: That mole on the back cf your neck is getting larger. Use the Razz Razorette; they are only $2.15 nickel box n’everything. Jimbe.” It was the third, however, that gave him a clue: “Darlopearl: Aren’t the roots of your hair getting brunettified? Goldilocks Yellowine is cheap. Remember I sce you! Jembo.” “The writer,” declared Ferret, sipping the mucilage with the air of a connoisseur, “i: clever forger. He ne’ word of those lette “You mean——” asked Mr. Mazumoid, who often wrote subtitles for the movies. But Ferret was too sharp to be caught that way, “I shall look,” he said, “for a man with a severe toothache. The person who wrote these letters had a ter- rible nerve! —— CHAPTER 3 A Brain Flattened at the Poles 'ERRET’S first step was to take Pearl Mazumoid’s toe- prints. At first the lady ob- jected, but after an ‘anesthetic had been administered she suf Draven by Pact Renty Tue Battie or Busxer Hite fered little pain. Her left great toe showed that, sooner or later, she must have stepped on a carpet tack, but there were no other signs of a cruel or revengeful disposition. Indeed, Ferret felt that he could love that woman—she had money. And what was more, she had more money. Not only her hair, but her very teeth were gold. Pearl's maid was next questioned by the Albinodetective as to letter No. 1. (See above). True, she answered his ques. tions, but he questioned her answers, It seemed improbable that she wouldn’t know whether her mistress’s corsets were rare or well done, She did, though, offer one valuable piece of ad- vice. She thought that “jambo”’ must be some kind of fruit jelly Now hot on the scent, Ferret set out for a man of sweet nature and well preserved for his age. Some one, probably, ee oe who looked like a pineapple, P) would do. 4 CHAPTER 4 Ferret Watches the Males OIL those letters carefully as he might, Ferret was unable to find the least trace of their authorship. They were postmarked from Times Square; but though he sat on a mail box on the comer of 42nd Street and Broadway for days and days winging his legs, watching and vaiting for a sweet man to post a pistache letter, his patience w: rewarded only by getting himself all over red paint. Pretty girls would occasionally stop and feed him crackers, it is true, but that