Judge, 1927-08-20 · page 25 of 36
Judge — August 20, 1927 — page 25: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three satirical cartoons from Judge magazine, likely from the 1920s-1930s: 1. **Top cartoon**: A humorous detective story parody where a criminal confesses to murder by dramatically revealing a bloodstain, then dies. The joke mocks both overwrought crime drama and the incompetence of police ("Morans") who later go missing due to poor filing. 2. **Middle cartoon**: Satirizes a bus driver who stops mid-route and forces female passengers to walk home. The joke ridicules either misogyny or bizarre passenger treatment policies. 3. **Bottom cartoon**: A man with six radios boasts about keeping them all on simultaneously in his apartment, claiming he can "shut off" the noise "if I feel like it." This satirizes radio addiction and the new technology's intrusive nature in 1920s-30s homes. The page also includes a joke about a woman named "Kitty" who has dyed her hair nine times, and a note mocking comedian Milt Gross's exaggerated ethnic dialect humor ("Japanese butler" speaking broken English).
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JUDGE other Morans, waited impatiently in the luxurious foyer to Weev- _ i lenip’s apartment. It was atense night for the force and they nervously burned holes in the sleuth’s Oriental rugs and cur- tains as the clock on the mantel ticked. Suddenly Hoyo, Weev- lenip's Japanese butler, glided in and announced in silken tones: “So you'll gonna come, mayt and see the reel colpreet. (NOTE: Since the introduction of Milt Gross into the United States, Japanese and other dia- lects have suffered greatly.) The door was flung dramati- cally open and there on the threshold stood Homer Q. Weev- = . lenip, alone. “Gentlemen,” he The former college student got a job driving a bus, but un- announced, “behold your pri fortunately stopped at a certain point on his first trip and forced oner?’ Then he pointed to him- all the women passengers to get out and walk home self, raising up his left coat sleeve to reveal a large splotch of blood on his elbow. “I killed Will Me- Intosh,” he added. And then, stifling his last vn, he pressed ial to his lips and fell to the floor, dead. The Morans lifted their caps respectfully and filed out. Weeks later some were still missing, so hasty and inaccurate was their filing. Epilogue: The Motive. Many years later, while looking through some old tooth-brush wrappers in her attic, Sarah Weevlenip, great-aunt of Horace, found a penciled inscription on the back of an old envelope that had belonged to her sainted nephew. The inscription s “Tam going to kill W: Intosh. I asked him ,to | his vocation was and he said. 3 t Two Wecks in August.’ I asked him yesterday if he was a Pegasus and his poet friend find a way to pick up an odd dollar on the side, hauling home planes that have run out of gas . Democrat and he said, ‘No, I'm a ° | Presbyterian, Hah, Hah.’ I asked 1 || him day before yesterday if his [ wife is entertaining this season . and he said, ‘Not Very, Hah, > Hah.’ I’m going to kill Will Me- | Intosh.” a OISZY ADEUS in ee We call her Kitty, because she ii has dyed nine times. ot “Because I hate the darn things and-I can keep all six of ’em ed | Jadgegays $8 tor each enepitnnad shut off if I feel like it!” comicbooks.com