Judge, 1930-09-13 · page 9 of 36
Judge — September 13, 1930 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains two satirical pieces from the Prohibition era (likely 1920s-early 1930s, given references to bootlegging and the Hoover administration). **"Straight from the Shoulder"** depicts a police captain chewing out officers for their incompetence in combating illegal alcohol trafficking. The captain sarcastically details how his own men witnessed bootleggers operating brazenly—trucks unloading beer, smuggled liquor hidden in sedans—yet did nothing. The joke is that despite Prohibition's strict laws, enforcement is laughably ineffective due to corrupt or negligent police. **"Revised Version"** (top right) offers brief social commentary: joking about censoring profanity in a tree-rescue scenario, mocking Boy Scouts for popularizing shorts (benefiting manufacturers), questioning why prisons overflow yet courts convict nobody, and sarcastically crediting Hoover's administration mainly for the miniature golf craze. Together, these pieces ridicule Prohibition enforcement failures, judicial inefficiency, and the Hoover administration's perceived ineffectiveness—common Judge magazine targets during this period.
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JUDGE \4 | “And they pitched and tossed about for hours in a dense fog.” Straight from the Shoulder “Yor guys know why T had you called here to headquar- ers? ... No? . .. Well, you will, in a minute! . . You're running booze into this town, and don’t give me no voloney! Y? think I'm captain of this district. and don't know what's going on in it? “EM just tell vou how dumb Tam! ‘Tony, on ‘Tuesday | night you ran three trucks of beer up in front of a cafe over j in the next street! I watched vou! I stood for half an hour 7 ind saw you taking your time unloading that stuff! And at the same time ere, was carting liquor out of a j | sround the corner! Five hundred quarts of it, and he | his mob spent more than an hour hiding it in two sedans! | “Yeah, and that ain't all [ saw that night! You, Gus—- | I'll tell you every move you made! From ecight-twenty to nine-fifteen, you stood by two trucks filled with stuff j that just came off a schoone nd tried to kid three ) of my men into believing it was crates of lettuce! } I'm telling you birds, for the last time, that sort of thing has got to stop! You know the law! And I'm going to make it a point to see that vou obey t from now on, Get this and uct it straight: No curb park- ing goes in that street from six in the evening until mid LZ nt! After this, when you x do any business there, use th: , loading zones in the middh of the block, or it'll cost vou ten bucks ay court, get me? Now get outa tra —Cuer Jounxsox “And T'll apen the tari doors until you get back.” Revised Version “Woodman, go ahead and cut that blankety-blank tree down and get my blankety-blank son out of it! Often when cops and bandits see lh other on the street they fight it out with the innocent bystanders, You hear a lot about the good deeds of the Boy Scouts. But what about | their deeds that are not so good? One of these was to give pants manufac turers the idea of shorts for vaca | tioners. Another thing we can’t understand is how the prisons can be so crowded when you so seldom hear of the courts convicting anybody. And perhaps the Hoover adminis- tration will be remembered chiefly as the cra in which the development of miniature golf took place. comicbooks.com