Judge, 1921-04-23 · page 6 of 32
Judge — April 23, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis The page contains two distinct elements: **Upper section:** A serialized crime story with illustration by Grant Williams, depicting what appears to be a street crime or robbery scenario. The text references police involvement, stolen automobiles, and gambling debts—typical crime-fiction content of the era. **Lower section:** A three-panel humorous cartoon about a thermostat, drawn by A.B. Walker. The joke depicts the escalating chaos caused by a thermostat's temperature-triggered bell mechanism: first a couple on a sofa reacts calmly, then more frantically as the bell rings repeatedly, and finally a man flees in panic. This is a domestic humor piece mocking the newfangled technology and its disruptive effects on household life. Neither cartoon appears overtly political; both are general entertainment content typical of Judge magazine's mix of crime fiction and domestic satire.
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| 4 by a detective sergeant, that the chief was closeted with the ring- leaders of this enterprise, and could not be disturbed. “L wouldn’t disturb him for worlds,” said the blond young man. “I merely looked in to get this weapon.” From a near by desk he took a loaded revolver, thrust it in his pocket and walked from the room. “What next?” gasped the dark-haired youth, when again they stood in the street. The blond young man gazed contemplatively at the automo- biles parked therein. Call a policeman,” he said. “I'm going to steal one of these cars. When the dark-haired one re- turned with a guardian of the peace he found the automobile thief occupying a handsome limousine, his hands on the steer ing wheel. “Sorry to trouble you, officer,” he called out cheerily, “but I can’t seem to get out of this jam Would you mind helping my friend move that rear car back a trifle?” “Not a bit will I mind,” said the obliging officer. like flies in a garbage p: the blond young man sped merrily of Several blocks away he stopped shame how thick these ottos be The limousine fre »mpanion sitting beside h the car and looked at his watch. “Within the last forty minutes,”’ he triumphantly announced, “I’ve committed four crimes in this commonwealth, and the servants of the law have seen me do it and tacitly given consent Well?” Drawn by A. B. Watxen HANG ON THE WALL BACK OF SOFA, : | > Drawn by Goan Waitiass “Hey! Caxrcua see wuere YOU'RE GOIN’, you BIG BOOB qn”? Of his criticism of our pet hobbies Mountain 4 When poets in their zeal Attain to high Parnassus, They almost always feel Emboldened to harass us. Tue THeromostat WHEN A CERTAIN TEMPERATURE IS REACHED, THE BELL WILL RING AND 6 “You win,” said the brune youth, with a rueful smile, and stepping from the car he drew four hundred-dollar banknotes from his pocket and offered them to the other. At that moment—just as the blond young man was reaching for the money—an earnest po- liceman bore down upon them. “What's goin’ on here?” he demanded suspiciously. “What cha doin’ wid that jack?” “Why, it’s nothing, really,” laughed the blond youth. “I've just lost a friendly little wager, that’s all. The offi pressed horrified amazement. “Gambling!” he exclaimed, aghast. “Gambling right here in broad daylight! Makin’ bets on a public highway!” — His mammoth right hand reached out and closed on the shoulder of the blond young man; his left gripped the collar of the dark haired one. “Now youse come wid me!” he ordered sternly “T'll learn yez what it means to break the law!” ’s countenance ex- Tis a Irritating Il the harsh and grating noises, the worst is the sound of A DAMPER BEGINS TO WORK. comicbooks.com