Judge, 1930-09-06 · page 7 of 36
Judge — September 6, 1930 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Page This page contains two distinct pieces: **"Auction"** (top right): A humorous dialogue satirizing an auction, likely of artwork or property. The rapid bidding and escalating prices mock both auctioneers' theatrics and wealthy buyers' competitive impulses. The credited author R.C. O'Brien adds authenticity to this likely social commentary on Gilded Age auction culture. **"Mr. Jinks Turns the Tables"** (main story): A domestic comedy by Chet Johnson about a meek husband seeking revenge on his domineering wife. After years of mistreatment, he plans a scheme during a beach vacation. The accompanying illustrations show his plotting and the comedic chaos that results when Mrs. Jinks discovers their apartment ransacked. It's conventional early-20th-century humor about marital role reversal.
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Portcr Grier Cres “Officer, do your Ditty!” Mr. Jinks Turns the Tables irre Mr. Jinks shuddered as the swiiiish of the waves ~ on the beach outside was interrupted by the deep, ominous booming of the courthouse clock. Midnight! The zero hour! Now was the time he had plotted for carrying out the that seemed to him to be Mrs. Jinks’ heavy breathing She rarely awakened scheme of reve is diabolies! hing ever hatched. at she was in deep sleep. before eight or nine. For fourteen years Mr. Jinks had been little more then in incident in his own home. He was, the neighbors said, Ha! The shout to turn into a prowling wolf! He had planned his revenge carefully. Jinks had st saw his chance. just a poor worm.” harmless worm was When Mrs, ssted two weeks at the beach, Mr, Jinks He leaped at it. “You must have some of those new beach costumes, my dear,” he had said. “Of course you JUDGE Auction ~ “ Tutar am I bid? The sale is a now on, © thousand.” Phat’s fine for a starter, Any other bids?” “Seven thousand five hundred.” sht thousand.” at gentleman over there with the red nose bids eight thousand. Do I hear nine “Nine thousand.” “Make it ten.” “Ten thousand. Any more? Once. Ten thousand is bid. ‘Ten Sold! Sold to that ge tleman with the striped vest. T give three cheers for our next jud -R. C. O'Brtes Twice. thousand. Livenany Max—I feel so much better since I’ve done away with apostrophes, must. Beach ps Beach over alls! Be Mrs, Jinks had consented, or, rather, she had told her husband to shut up, as she had been figuring on buying new clothes all along. She looked like a scene from the funny papers. But Mr. Jinks was overjoyed. His chance at last. Revenge such as he never before had dreamed of now was possible. ch trousers had come | Cautiously, he crawled from bed. He hardly dared breathe. He moved | across the room, His hand touched a | chair in the darkness, then a dressing table. He felt his wa bout. Ah! | At last! Here they were! And here was his chance to even up the score that had piled up against him for fourteen 3 pars... With tremulous little gurgles of joy, Mr. Jinks proceeded to go through the pockets of his wife's trousers ! —Curt Jounson, year.” S comicbooks.com