Judge, 1925-09-26 · page 7 of 37
Judge — September 26, 1925 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Explanation for Modern Readers The top cartoon titled "Victims" depicts a robbery scene with the caption "Turned if they don't look like suspicious characters to me!" This appears to be satirizing police profiling—mocking law enforcement's tendency to judge people as criminals based on appearance rather than actual evidence. The "Sign Off" column humorously recounts a prisoner's complaint about being held in solitary confinement. He claims he drove from Centerburg to Pleasantberg multiple times, referencing road signs that kept appearing (suggesting either his poor driving or hallucinations from isolation). The remaining sections feature "Famous Writers" word games and a section on "Mohammed" noting his cultural contributions, plus brief humor items. The page is primarily satirical commentary on crime, policing, and social issues of the era.
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Victin—Durned if they don’t look like suspicious characters to me! Sign Off “Puts,” remarked the keeper, pointing to the occupant of Padded Cell No. 18, “is a particularly touching nut. He thinks he’s a spare tire with a demountable rim and keeps trying to screw his nut off.” He held his hands up to his lips a moment and whispered, “Go in and talk with him a moment. Hear his story, but don’t mention automo- biles.” We entered the cell and a lean, wild-looking man approached us. “Did you ever try to drive from Centerburg to Pleasantberg?”’ he de- manded, taking a mouthful of con- crete from the side of the cell. “Did you ever?” “No,” I muttered, “but what has that got to do with our visit?” He started slowly. “Last Tuesday a week ago I drove out of Centerburg on the State road. My ‘Blue Book’ states that it is fifteen miles from Centerburg to Pleasantberg. Out- side of the town limits stood a large sign, ‘Seventeen Miles to Pleasant- berg” I drove three miles further and another sign greeted me,‘ Eighteen Miles to Pleasantberg. My tem- perature rose two degrees, but I kept on. According to my speedometer 1 made another six miles when another sign loomed up, ‘Nineteen Miles to Pleasantberg.” I drove faster. My head was spinning. Where was _ Juper Nominates for the Hall of Fame No. 4. MOHAMMED | Breavse he originated the cus- tom of going to the moun- tains; because he contributed his son-in-law Ali to the crossword puzzles; but most of all because, without the aid of out of door partments, he soon had all Islam traveling hundreds of miles for a Mecca. advertising or indoor copy de- | Pleasantberg? Then to my relief a sign appeared again, ‘Four Miles to Pleasantberg.” My heart beat high with hope. Iwas almost there! And then six or seven signs appeared in succession, ‘Sixteen Miles to Pleasant- berg, ‘Twenty-one Miles to Pleasant- ber, ‘Nineteen Miles to Pleasantberg. but it was too much for me. I drove my car over the cliff and fell 2,000 feet, landing on my head. Hours later they picked me up and brought me here. Would you care to meet Napolean? He’s making pastry now.” “No, thanks,” we added hastily, “but where were you when they picked you up 2,000 feet down?” “Pleasantberg,” he answered, bit- ing the leg off a chair. Hugh Wood Famous Writers Tz My country, bout face! a letter to-night, my boy. The of wrongs. Sky i Under i Insurance : Internation Schools. wrong Correspondence W.G. H. tot Dog days are bad enough, but cat nights are even worse. comicbooks.com