Judge, 1921-02-12 · page 5 of 32
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# "Pigratitude: A Story of Prohibition's Boot-Legacy" This page from *Judge* magazine presents a short story by Wex Jones about Prohibition's unintended consequences. The narrative describes a visitor's encounter with "Smith," who has illegally obtained alcohol ("funny stuff") during the dry era. The story uses humor to critique Prohibition by depicting ordinary people resorting to bootlegging and black-market dealings to obtain liquor. The illustration by Robert Leach shows a domestic scene involving what appears to be contraband alcohol (marked "RAISINS"—likely code for illegal liquor). The title "Pigratitude" puns on ingratitude, suggesting ironic commentary on how Prohibition-era "boot-legacy" created moral compromises among respectable citizens who broke the law to drink.
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Flashlight by Dox Hexow NEVER had very much use when he dropped in so casually once formed the idea that some hold had been snooping from his ing when a square package had b lar door. It was, at any rate should call on that particular evening ths. me in an un id, as cordially as L co L Smith entered and very carefully hung up his overcoat, smoothing it out and patting the flap over the outside pocket. He stepped into the living-room, and sat with an unmistakable air of expecta- tion * Feels like snow,” L remarked. “You're right,”’ answered Smith “[T didn’t realize what it was, but now that you mention it, that’s just what Feels like snow. You suid Feels like snow i down it does. it, old right.” And it was only the day before that this same man had laughed at me when I declared at the station that it might rain before got to New York. “Tve often continued the consummate hypocrite, “that you've as keen an eye for the weather as any man in Railhurst.” man we said. Mr. Brewster Srexns ax Evexixc at Home Pigratitude A Story of Prohibition’s Boot-Legacy By Wex Jones for Smith anyway. S “Well.” L replied, “Le the other evening I at resolving no h belate ¢ member of his house weaken, [could stand k porch that morn he had gone won delivered at my cel- It was at this mom ual coincidence that he wriggle. From where I for the first time in six hal “Lot of funny stuff auld. Smith [ felt. myself blench Drown by Ronexr Leurs T's Tue ure WORLD GO "ROUND. THINGS. THAT MAKE THE it pretty often,” at the s d recognition of a gift should make m a dry evening as well as Smith. Whe « n that sat L could see it quite p! ent Smith's overcoat began to aly in the being sold these days.’ commented Tales of what “funny stuff” did to your eyesight leaped to my mind. I walked as steadily as I could to the hall, the coat continuing to shimmy before my eyes. “T want to see if the door’s shut,”” I told Smith “Why, you lock snapped the when ’ Iwas touching the coat. It moved under my hand like a snake. I could stand no more. “Smith, old boy,” L said, “could you goa good hooker? I've got some of the real thing in the cellar.” L absolutely had to have a shot my self, and L was never one of those fellows who wouldn't let a friend in on any stock L had. Besides I knew that if 1 went down to the cellar Smith would make some excuse to a company me. He's one of that kind comicbooks.com