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JUDGE'S MYSTERY CONTEST No. 6 | Who Poisoned Deems Tallbox ? Judge Will I we could only turn back to the time when Canal Street marked the upper boundary of the city of New York we would sce a modest little spectacle shop where the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel now stands, or, rather, did stand when I started this story. The pro- prictor of Myron Munt's Spectacle Shop a stocky little man by the name of My- ron Munt. He lived up over his place of business in what is now Tyson's The- atre Ticket Agency on the main floor of the hote where this hi and : ‘ ) tion, take subway to business, office. He was a Mrs. Munt helped. her husband fit speets grind lenses, as any good wife would have done in like circum She had a mean temper and at times would drop tray after tray of bifocals onto the floor and snap tortoise shell frames till Munt’s shop sounded like a veri chine gun nest. About mid-day one June, nearly sixty years ago, a portly gentleman named Deems Tallbox entered the spectacle shop and, turning to Mrs. Munt, said: “I think I have a cinder in my eye.” It is well to note, passing, that this was sev- eral years before cinders ame into general use, a fact which the defense em- ployed at the trial. What- ever Mrs, Munt took out of his eye will probably never be known. There is, now no trace of the evidence Some authorities contend was just an or while two qualified analyti- cal chemists testified to its being a bug. No matter. Mr. Tallbox left the shop rubbing his eye, the tears “wo contemporary ele spectacle shop. At the and at the right has told her $ luck bus or Mr. Munt used to walk to his es and ances. will be returned. than 200 words, In case same to each, Contest N hings of the Waldorf-Astoria Hol ‘ke ft Mrs, Myron Munt may (From the Jack Cluett collection of ” RULES OF CONTEST Jenee will award a prize of $2: niest solution of the above mystery. Any reader of Jupce may compete. number of solutions may be submitted, but none Solutions should not be longer and each solution should be written on a separate sheet of paper. two or more contestants submit the winning solution, $25 will be awarded 6 closes MIDNIGHT, May the lst, and the winning solution will’ appear in the June 15th issue of Junce. The editors of Juncr will be the final judges. Address all solutions to The Murderous Editor of Juncr, 18 East 48th Street, New York. N. Y., and don't forget your name and address. Pay $25.00 for the Funniest Solution of the Following Mystery: rolling down his cheeks, apparently relieved. He turned to the left on 34th Street and spoke to what would now be a doorman, in front of the hotel entrance, At the inquest the man said, “If the suspect had spoken to me in that same spot sixty ce, I most certainly would have been the door man.” Soon Tallbox Munt’s tacle S wom tered and asked, in’ a very cultured to be measured for astigmatism. She was very beautiful and gave her name as the Mar chioness Santa Anna y Santa Fi Mrs. Munt was out buying some pamico cloth and fifteen grains of tartar emetic at the t Pamico cloth is harmless to the taste, but tartar emetic is a deadly poisonous substance used for cleaning lenses and poisoning people. Instead of asking the Marchioness Santa Anna a Fe to read the lower line with her right Mr. Munt held her on his lap, affectionately Hed her Marchy and asked her to elope up through his attic into the main foyer of what is now Oscar's private dining room in the Waldorf. Mrs. Munt returned un expectedly with an umbrella and surveyed the surprised couple. (The umbrella of sixty years ago was some- times used as a surveying instrument when it wasn't nasty outdoors.) An office slogan: “Al Bu Please Be Brief”—mute dence of the crime, was swing- ing crazily from side to side as if somebody had hit it a blow; and there, staring through the expectroscope at the spectacle-chart on the opposite wall, was Deems Tallbox—stark dead. years fter when it was a d entering with rai 5 for the fun- and any BDWARD LANGER PRINTING CO, ING.. JAMAICA, M. ¥. comicbooks.com