Judge, 1925-04-25 · page 24 of 36
Judge — April 25, 1925 — page 24: what you’re looking at
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**Top Cartoon:** A domestic scene satirizing Prohibition-era dangers. A wife mistakes gunfire (a cop shooting a bootlegger) for a car blowout—the joke being that such violence has become so normalized in speakeasy culture that it barely registers as noteworthy to ordinary citizens. This mocks both the prevalence of illegal alcohol trafficking and the casual indifference to the consequent lawlessness. **"What Price Perfection?":** A humorous anecdote about a girl born on February 29, 1908 (a leap year date, explaining the temporal confusion in the narrative). The story satirizes bureaucratic absurdity: she's counted as the 8th child by a defective scale, the 9th by city records, the 10th by her mother—yet after 18 years, she remains fundamentally unchanged, unable to grasp basic arithmetic or make correct decisions. The implied critique targets either heredity, educational failure, or simply the futility of precision in a chaotic world. **Bottom Scenario:** A visual gag about public transit etiquette during rain—a commuter puts up an umbrella while waiting, then leans his weight on it, presumably collapsing it. Satirizes thoughtless behavior in crowded urban spaces.
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