Judge, 1925-12-05 · page 7 of 36
Judge — December 5, 1925 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two cartoons satirizing medical treatments for criminals. **Top cartoon ("Seein' things at night"):** A man with a long nose (possibly a doctor or authority figure) treats a patient by a fireplace, suggesting dubious medical practices. **Main article and bottom cartoon:** The text describes a criminal (Robert Brown) given soda bicarbonate and sent to bed with a hot water bag after committing robbery and arson. The accompanying illustration shows a patient in bed at 2:50 a.m., being asked if he's home. The satire mocks contemporary medical pseudoscience—the notion that simple treatments like sodium bicarbonate and rest could "cure" criminals of their inclinations. The humor lies in the absurdity of treating criminal behavior as a medical condition rather than a legal matter, reflecting early 20th-century debates about criminal justice reform versus medical intervention.
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Oh, Doctor! (Criminals Will Be Cured By Medi- cine—News Item) osert Fiicu, who shot his wife and robbed his employer, was given two teaspoonfuls of bicarbon- ate of soda and sent to bed with a hot water bag. He was resting quite easily this morning and the doctors think that by to-morrow he will be well enough to commit another murder, The police have just apprehended the man who set fire to the Union Station and dynamited City Hall. He was immediately given two as- pirin tablets and a dash of castor oil. His temperature stays above normal and the Chief of Police in- sists that the patient be given calo- mel. The grand jury’s indictment specifies alcohol rubs and mustard footbaths for a week and then a two month rest in the mountains. It is hoped that by next month the patient will be up and about again. Joe Splooch appeared in City Court to-day and confessed to Judge Goof that he was suffering from a bad case of the mumps and a bit of tonsilitis. Joe was immediately con- victed and sentenced to be hung next Thursday as a warning to other criminals, Hugh Wood Tore—2.30 a.o.—Henry, are you in? “No—out—twenty-two bucks,” comicbooks.com