Judge, 1930-07-19 · page 4 of 36
Judge — July 19, 1930 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two separate pieces of satirical content: **"Sunk!" (top)**: A cartoon depicting a ship in distress. The radio operator desperately signals SOS while the first mate dismisses his efforts, claiming the Radio Trust is intentionally ignoring distress calls to "shut off a senator." The satire criticizes monopolistic radio corporations for prioritizing corporate interests over public safety—a relevant concern during the early radio regulation era when the emerging broadcast industry faced scrutiny about its power and accountability. **"Anticipation" (bottom)**: A literary piece accompanied by an illustration of a flooded dock scene. The text poetically describes an ominous atmospheric tension—possibly referencing an impending war or disaster. The sailor character's preoccupation with "the ship's log" suggests wartime concerns, though the specific historical context remains unclear without additional dating information. Both pieces reflect early 20th-century anxieties about corporate power and international instability.
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Sunk! Te radio operator sat doggedly be- fore his instruments, determina- tion showing in his face, despair clutching at his mind. ‘The cabin j floor was tilted at a era le and } water sloshed around the operator's knees. The wind roared outside and the excited cries of the passengers U | sounded dim in the tumult of the ele- j ments, With a hand numb and white | the operator tapped out the S O S$ unceasin The first mate, haggard and drip- ping wet, stumbled through the door. “The boats are launched safely,” he said; “all passengers off. But an other bulkhead has gone. The ship can’t last much longer. Haven't you roused an answer 4 the operator through set teeth. “For two hours I've sent the S O S, but nobody pays any attention...” “Lost 1 the mate. “They think it’s the Radio Trust trying to shut off a senator!” —Nep Hitton “Hey! Cut that out; you'll scare the fish!” Anticipation W: all sensed it. There was some- thing in the air—something in- effably mysterious, as of an army tramping to destiny. me more poignant, more overpowering, this faint, far-off yet | terrifying roar. Perhaps Rip Van ! Winkle’s dwarfs had again come to life and were playing their cerie ten- pins. Perhaps it was the roar of millions of throats in the distant city, some momentous uprising destined to sweep over every nook and cranny of the rer and nearer came the great It might be the artillery of an invading fleet steaming up the Sound to our little hamlet. “No,” said the more poetically minded, “it is the thunder of doom, the march of destiny, the fates in the skies, disgusted at last with this puny comedy of humanity, and ready to de- stroy us all in’ one all-powerful crash.” We shuddered. It was drawing nearer. We glanced out over the angry gray-green waters. It was coming! And with one final burst of speed Cy Perkins’ fifteen-foot Pee- cs her outboard motor going full blast, pulled into the dock. —Parke Cusmines comicbooks.com