Judge, 1926-08-28 · page 22 of 36
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This Judge magazine page contains two distinct pieces: **Top cartoon:** Satirizes snobbish Harvard graduates. A farmer's son returns home boasting of his education, demanding impressive work to match his newfound status. His father's response—assigning him to hoe a ten-acre field—deflates his pretensions through humbling manual labor. The joke mocks educated young men who overestimate their importance upon graduation. **"The End of a Beautiful Friendship" story:** A darkly comic crime narrative about two bank robbers, "Butch" Klaus and "Kid" Dugan, imprisoned together. Klaus grows jealous when a newspaper gives Dugan front-page coverage for a minor pocketbook theft while Klaus's three-million-dollar bank heist receives only brief mention. Klaus writes complaining that he's been denied proper criminal publicity, threatening to stop committing "good robberies." The satire mocks both criminal egotism and sensationalist newspaper coverage—suggesting robbers crave media attention the way celebrities do, and that papers arbitrarily determine newsworthiness based on factors beyond actual crime significance.
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JUDGE CALLLATCTHE aati beososes + essessons ENTRANCE. MY GOOD M GROERED ISABELLE ICILY SO THIS IS PARIS! How pride can ofttimes take a fall is well brought out in a mighty funny story from Butte, Mont., sent in by Mrs. Daniel Harbowitz, of Atlantic ave- nue. A farmer's son had been graduated from Harvard and arrived home full of his own importance. “Now that I’m a college graduate,” he told his father, a Mr. Riskin, “I shall want a good field to demonstrate my talents in.” the joke. His poppa looked him over and then said, “Wa’al, there's a ten-acre one over thar in thet corner which you can hoe. And he slapped his thigh in merriment. Neither do we, to tell the truth. Raowdy-dow!” Needless to say, his son did not see The End of a Beautiful Friendship utcn” Kraus was uneasy. He paced back and forth in his tiny cell, a keen look of disappoint- ment on the face that was pictured in every rogue’s gallery from Frisco to Maine. Now “Butch” Klaus was not an y man to rile. Hadn’t “Butch” just robbed the Third National Bank of three million dol- lars? Hadn’t he done it single- handed? Across the cell corridor was the temporary abode of “Kid” Dugan. The “Kid” gazed across at “Butch” Klaus and then averted his gaze. “Butch” looked over at the “Kid” There are horse shows and auto shows, but the pedestrian has no show. a, ‘Uudge pays $5 for each one printed and tears of envy welled up in his steely eyes. Every time Klaus looked over at his companion in crime, he sobbed and turned his head away. Finally, Butch could stand it no longer. He called for a pencil and paper and wrote a letter: “Editor, The Daily Reflector. “Dear Sir: I gotta real com- plaint against youse dis time. Fer tree years I been doin’ good, front- page robberies so youse could git out a good pitcher paper? Who done de Blake Diamond job? Who rob- bed de Imperial Hotel? Me—Butch Klaus. Every time I pulled off a job youse gave me a good write-up, lots of pitchers and youse called me ‘De Master Mind Crim’nal’ and de ‘Gentleman Boiglar.’ “Two days ago I pulls off de big Toid National Bank job. I sez to me I'll bet De Daily Reflector gives me a great write-up on dis one. Wall, I buys de paper and youse don’t give me more den about tree inches, while Kid Dugan, who just snatches a lady’s pocketbook away gits de whole front page wid pitchers and poisonal statements. “In view of dis shabby treatment, I cannot promise to do any more good robberies. I ain’t mad, jist terribly hoit. “Yours wid sorrow, “ ‘Butch’ Klaus, “Member Second-story Man’s Union No. 231.” Hugh Wood The umbrella hat for summer wear keeps off sun and rain and also gives you a perfect carriage, as the rod goes down the back. comicbooks.com