Judge, 1929-07-13 · page 7 of 36
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# Analysis of "Judge" Page - "Let 'em Shoot" The top cartoon depicts a judge presiding over what appears to be a traffic or legal matter, with the caption "How much are your flowers? Huh?"—suggesting judicial confusion or absurdity. The main article "Let 'em Shoot" discusses a motorist's cavalier attitude toward prohibition enforcement. The author claims shootings by federal agents and customs patrol pose no risk to law-abiding drivers, boasting of extensive mountain driving without incident. The satire mocks this reckless confidence. The bottom cartoon shows "Peakpeak" moonshiners with a cart labeled "PEAKPEAK BUTTER," illustrating the prohibition-era bootlegging problem the article references. Together, the page satirizes both the dangers of prohibition enforcement and the criminals it spawned.
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Let ’em Shoot Accidentally or on purpose, the shootings of prohibition enforce ment agents or customs patrol- men isn't) going to worry me. They'll never hit me with one of their bullets, stray or otherwise. What makes me so sure? Let me tell you. I don't believe in taking necessary chances. Still, I'm un- ing to do a lot of touring 4 the rder. I'm certain I am taking no un necessary risks because [have traveled by car over mountainous roads and through thickly wood ed sections during the hunting season and not onc been wounded, have T ever he most near- sighted hunter in the world, mis- taking me for an antelope or a moose or whatnot, can never hit me. Just for fun at times I have had a bull's eye pinned to my back to see if anybody could wing me, but, although bullets have whistled by me, I have es- caped unscathed. “How much are your flowers? JUDGE A charmed life? Well, hardly. There's a reason for my im- munity 9 I don't care if the newspay » filled with shoot- i of ple in automobiles rum runners or rs, I am going to keep x the countryside. OF course, Fim going to keep bootle; on tour Huh? on riding in the rumble seat. Therein lics my safety. So let ‘em shoot. The way I bounce around and up and down in that darned rumble seat nobody could hit me in a thousand years, I don't care how expert the marks- manship! —R. C. O'Brien e WD SAEED Fouty-Nixen—Consarn it, you can’t go nowhere without them pesky hitch-hikers. ...