Judge, 1925-07-04 · page 8 of 36
Judge — July 4, 1925 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis **"Uncle Tom's Cabin" cartoon (top):** A satirical lineup showing different authority figures (the census taker, neighbors, censors, landlord, traffic cop, tax collector) all identified as exploitative or intrusive—culminating in "Liberty" reduced to a small figure in a ramshackle cabin marked "U.S.A." The implication is that American citizens are hemmed in and oppressed by government and social authorities. **"Rhymes of a Censor":** Attacks censorship itself. The censor looks for moral "worms" (faults) rather than good ("apples"), represents intrusive moral policing, and the slogan mocks government control ("Listen, Look and Stop"). **"Want to Feel Like a Worm?":** Depicts police abuse—a traffic officer verbally bullies a motorist into submission, fabricates charges, and intimidates him into helpless compliance. It satirizes arbitrary police power and the citizen's powerlessness. **Overall theme:** Progressive-era critique of government overreach, censorship, and police tyranny undermining American liberty.
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tHe CENSORS & 4 THe eussus® NEICHBORS, Wr Rhymes of a Censor You and I The difference between us Is this, I affirm: You look for the apple, I look for the worm. Our Slogan When you hear our wonderful slogan You'll say that it’s tip-top; (With apologies to the railroads) It's Listen, Look and Stop! Generosity We believe in long faces As well as long skirts; When we give out advice We give till it hurts! In the Future When a man stubs his toe Or is hit by a bus, He must first get a permit Before he can cuss, TRAFFIC LamprorD mace “Uncle Tom's Cabin.” Funnybones Most married men think inter- rupting the wife is repartee. Tadge mil pag 85 for Gach one preited Want to Feel Like a Worm? (Try This!) Dr your car down Broadway at about twenty-five miles an hour. A burly, blue-coated figure will raise a white-gloved hand and you stop. The majesty of the law saunters over. Cop—Whereinell do you think you're goin’—to a fire or somethin’? You (meekly)—No, sir. Cop—Quit handin’ me guff. Don’t git sarcastic or I'll tell you a few things, young feller. You (more meekly)—Yes, sir. Cop (scanning your face)— You look (ves familiar to me. Wasn't you mixeil up in that Scanelli shootin’ affair and didn’t I catch you housebreaking two years ago? You (even more meekly)—No, sir. Cop—I'm goin’ to hand you a ticket for reckless drivin’, resistin’ arrest, failing to stop when hailed and drivin’ while intoxicated. You—But, officer . . . Cop—And just for that I’m goin’ to add insultin’ an officer and woundin’ his private feelins’. You—Yes, sir. Cop—It’s guys like you who make the city unsafe for innocent pedes- trians. I’m sure you got a criminal record. I don't like your looks. You—I'm sorry, sir. Cop—Gittin’ sarcastic, ch, what? Just for that, we'll increase the charge to assault and battery! etc., etc., etc. Cyrano S$weeTie i comicbooks.com