Judge, 1930-04-19 · page 9 of 36
Judge — April 19, 1930 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# "Why Book-Reviewers Die Young" This page satirizes book reviewers and literary critics who are exhausted by overwrought prose in popular novels. The top article quotes purple passages from contemporary fiction—melodramatic descriptions of romance, adventure, and emotion ("breathed tensely," "laughed darkly," "clutched her fiercely"). The satire suggests these clichéd, overwrought writing styles in mass-market novels literally exhaust critics who must read and review them constantly. The bottom cartoon appears unrelated—a physical comedy scene involving a police officer and someone who tripped over their shoelace near a "No Parking" sign, likely a separate joke about traffic enforcement. The piece credits Ormond Robbins and references a radio broadcast and "Literary Digest poll" (likely topical to Judge's publication date), though the specific context is unclear.
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