Judge, 1931-02-21 · page 7 of 36
Judge — February 21, 1931 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis This page contains two distinct pieces: **"Things I've Learned from Fiction"** (top left): A humorous list of observations about tropes in crime and romance fiction—millionaires with libraries, murderers' habits, gangsters' ambitions, and romantic encounters. It's light social satire about how fiction shapes perceptions of reality. **The cartoons** show two scenes with dramatic dialogue. One figure warns another: "Acrid, mister—it better darn sight be a swell mouse-trap!" The other caption reads "My gosh! They haven't finished it!" These appear to be slapstick humor about everyday situations, though the specific references are unclear without additional context. **"In Some Green Growing Field"** (bottom): A serious poem by Kathleen Sutton about remembrance and nature—likely related to war memorials or loss, given imagery of death and "green growing field." The page mixes humor with sentimental verse, typical of Judge's varied editorial content.
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JUDGE Things I’ve Learned from Fiction - "use it is practically suicidal for a millionaire to lock himself in his library at night, especially if there hap- pens to be an Indian dagger in the house. \p That instead of calmly sitting down, most people fling A We themselves into chairs. A f That there is something about the tropics that gets a A murderers have aversion to commonplace lethal devices, and that they consequently import veno- s snakes and spiders for their work. . hat policemen are never around when they are p wanted. my ‘That every murderer has a capsule of potassium cyanide a ready to pop into his mouth if and when he is appre- ; gangsters are really good fellows at heart ind that it is their ambition to buy a garage some day and at all Orientals love to peer through windows and smile blandly. That when a girl first meets her af- finity, she always experiences a ye ¢ to run her fingers through his That the Congressional Record isn’t such bad reading after all. in “My gawd! Th haven't finished it EA wer wR ile et i i a NR a tn In Some Green Growing Field Wie [have passed beyond the candle’s light Into vast silence, where even the sound Of your too virtuous grieving through the night Is a less murmur than the fall of white Snow on renitent ground; If, after April’s rains, you think of me (If you ha Than I) as being what I shs c found it harder to forget 1 not be— The conventional crocus, of, reflectively, The timorous violet; You‘are still wrong. Nor: will’yonjever' hear A poetry of death pour from the throat Of evening's thrush. But hark! there will appear, In some green growing ficld, a slender spear. “Awri’, mister—it better darn sight be a swell A jubilant wild oat! mouse-trap!” —Katurern Sutton