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# "Taking No Chances" - Judge Magazine Cartoon Analysis This comic story satirizes the early automobile era's uncertainty. Jones, a new car owner with zero mechanical knowledge, is about to drive when neighbor Brown—despite learning Jones can't adjust a carburetor, patch tires, or identify engine parts—eagerly joins him. Brown's reasoning reveals the joke's logic: an inexperienced driver means mechanical breakdown is inevitable, guaranteeing a quick phone call to a garage and train ride home. By contrast, if Jones *thought* he knew cars, he'd waste the entire day tinkering while Brown, out of politeness, would be trapped helping—resulting in frustration, quarreling, and a ruined afternoon. The satire targets both the era's newfangled automobile anxiety and human nature: sometimes admitting complete incompetence is more practical than pretending expertise. It's also a gentle jab at the social obligation to help a struggling friend, which could prove more exhausting than actual mechanical failure.
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Taking No Chances By Ewer Camppet Hatt ONES had man- aged to get his new car out of the garage and to the street without dis- aster, and was just about to roll joy- ously away when his near neighbor Brown strolled up. “Hello! Go for a ride with me?” Jones invited. “How long have you had that thing?” Brown demanded cautiously. “Just got it yesterday,’ Jones responded. “Had any experience with automobil the man on the sidewalk further ques- tioned. “None at all, but I’ll live and learn.” “Know anything about the inwards of the motor?” “Not the first thing.” “Can you adjust a carburetor?” “Don’t know where the dingus is.” “Could you patch a tube if you get a puncture?” “Nope. I can’t sew at all.” “How far do you expect to go?” “Just as far as this wagon will roll by noon.” Drawn by Ganoxen O. Rea Drawn by FRANK CRERIP “ARE THE GOLF Li “ YEs, BUT WITH 0} SOUTH OF HERE, MY FOOT GOIN’ EAST AND T’OTHER GOL Wuen THE SULTAN WISHES TO SPEAK WITH A FAVORITE WIFE. “You haven’t spent your evenings study- ing a book of instructions, or received any expert advice from experienced motorists?” I tell you I don’t know anything all, except to press that jigger when I h to start, and move this do-funny when I wish to go faster.” “All right, then,”” Brown declared with satisfaction, as he climbed into the ma- chine, “I'll go with you.” “What?” Jones demanded in astonish- ment. ‘You mean to say you are really going to take a chance with one who doesn’t know——”” “Sure. You are just the sort I like to go with.” “I’m flattered, of course, but why?” Jones asked curiously. GOOD M. 8 WEST, | HAVE MY DOUBTS IF YOU'LL MAKE IT!” “Simply because,” Brown told him, “if we break down, we'll drop the machine, telephone a garage to send out and bring it in, and come home by train. But if you thought you knew something about it, you'd spend the rest of the day tinkering with the motor, and in common polite. ness I’d have to stay with you and get all hot and dirty and tired out trying to help, and you'd get irritable, and we'd likely have a row, and drag in here late at night hating each other. right—let’er go!”” But now it’s all The Acid Test of Love By Harry Irvixc Suumway TH girl climbed upon the broad arm of her father’s morris chair and leaned her pretty blonde head against his gray one. “Daddy dear,” she softly said. ‘Why is it you never scowl and glare at Jack?” Her father was surprised. “Why, good gracious! What do I want to scowl at him for?” he asked. “And you never want to throw him vio- lently through the front door?” “Of course not.” “And you never want to roar down the stairs late at night asking him if he has a home?” “Good Heavens, no! I’m asleep.” “And you never want to tell him never to darken your door again?” “ Certainly not!” She sighed. “T guess he isn’t for me then. He must be all wrong, somehow, to upset the conventions _ that much.” The New Sir Walter By Wm. S. Apxixs MUDDY spot, A queenly lass, Now let us note What comes to pass. On what befalls Keep timely tab. Sir Walter calls A taxicab. Indigo Lingo “You look awfully downhearted this _eve- ning. Why so blue?’ “T had bluefish for dinner.” wl Rm~e Ad fe | eee -—S pete « Bie Drai scia pra loti and pow hen her and cart fash jew A by arn hun: bec ful toh hers and had