Judge, 1925-12-05 · page 24 of 36
Judge — December 5, 1925 — page 24: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two distinct elements: advertisements and a humorous short story. **The Advertisements** occupy the left side, promoting Forhan's gum treatment (for pyorrhea/gum disease) and Pachomik shoes—typical early 20th-century patent medicine and footwear ads. **"A Good Time Was Had By"** is the main content—a lighthearted domestic humor piece. A narrator describes attending a temperance party (alcohol-free social gathering) where parlor games are played. Bored by intellectual games like "Consequences" and "Anagrams," the narrator invents "Search Warrant"—a hide-and-seek variant where players roleplay as criminals (murderers, counterfeiters, bootleggers) evading a "sheriff." The joke culminates in a small cartoon showing the narrator's spouse, amused that their spouse refused to let them get a fashionable "shingle" haircut, now grateful for that refusal after an unspecified mishap. The humor relies on domestic irony and the contrast between staid temperance-party games and the rowdy, imaginary crime scenario the narrator creates.
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