Judge, 1921-07-23 · page 6 of 36
Judge — July 23, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation of This Judge Page This page contains two unrelated pieces: **Top Section:** A narrative about "Reddish," a struggling artist in 1920s New York. The text describes his poverty—$5,000/year rent for a tiny space, eating tomato-can labels—and his landlord's threat to evict him. The accompanying illustration shows Reddish and his landlord in conflict over living conditions. This satirizes the housing crisis and economic hardship facing working artists and poor New Yorkers during this era. **Bottom Section:** A cartoon titled "Rules of Golf, Illustrated" showing a woman in a garden confronting a man, captioned as an "umpire" deciding factual questions. The joke appears to mock golf's complex rules and how disputes are resolved, though the specific reference is unclear without broader context.
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hard scratching up that $57.69 a week rent. He had to sub- let the space under his cot to a wop gar- lic eater, and then rent the cot itself, daytimes, to a night ticket-chopper who slept in his boots. Up went the Cost of Living. Up went Rents. On the first of Kriss October, 1920, his rent went to $5,000 a year. If he insisted upon using the mantelpiece and the shelf over the cot and all the window-sill, his landlady said he could have the whole suite for $6,500. Incidentally she mentioned, with one of those cordial smiles landlords have, now- adays, that hereafter Yapp’s kennel would rent for $3,500. “T'll take it!” cried Reddish, “T'll live there all the rest of my life—it won’t be long.” “Well,” said his landlady, pocketing his advance, “I never interfere with my lod- gers’ private affairs. All I ask is that if you do starve to death, kindly don’t make no Drawn by Ant Hei ‘THAT GIRL DOESN'T CARE HOW MUCH OF HER LEG SHE SHOWS. Kross—Neituer vo I. noise. That’s one of the conditions of the lease.” Worse than sleeping @ Ja jack knife was the way his old boss treated him. Somehow advertising managers couldn’t seem to realize that an artist with mildewed pants and a banana-and-tomato coat (even though colored with pure vegetable dyes. could possibly earn a $60 a week salary Reddish got down to painting lighthouses on clamshells for the Atlantic City trade. Sometimes Yapp brought home an old horse bone—once a whole inch of liver- wurst. Reddish fried it over a candle in an old sardine tin . . . luckily it was still a little greasy. . . . End of Part One, and the beginning of Part Two— For months, now, Reddish had been eating the labels off tomato cans (they taste really less to- matoish than you'd think), when one day he caught sight of a strange, greenish object in the ash-can. In his delirium he didn’t at first recognize it . and yet, dimly, wasn’t there some- thing familiar about it?. . . pleasant, kind of ... At first he tried to eat it—and then it all came back to him—Money, that’s what it was, Money! How quaint that old-fashioned word sounded in his large ears! : The fact was, his landlady had been in the habit of storing her rent money in bar- rels. The maid, after cleaning up the cellar, had just emptied the vacuum cleaner. What Reddish was chewing on was a $500 bill. That day Rodney Reddish bade his ken- nel a fond farewell. He knew not where TTT at el Drawn by Rexe Cranks Derinition (22. Rutes or Gotr, ILLusTRATED. v “UMPIRE” DECIDES QUESTIONS OF FACT. ‘eae