Judge, 1931-08-29 · page 5 of 36
Judge — August 29, 1931 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three distinct satirical pieces: **"Change"** mocks newly-appointed prohibition agents, suggesting they'll miss the leisure of college life. **"Speed"** critiques dangerous driving trends of the era. It references Captain Hawks setting speed records in Germany and complains about motorists driving recklessly at 100+ mph on American highways. The satire highlights how speed competitions inspired civilian drivers to drive dangerously, killing pedestrians and children. **"A Tragedy of 1931"** is a darker comic strip depicting an execution. It shows a condemned prisoner's final moments—dragged from his cell, greeted by the warden, and ultimately executed—ending with commentary on the prisoner's despair about finding employment or money, suggesting economic hardship (likely referencing the Great Depression) drove him to crime.
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Va SRR. 255 MNRAS TN anita Sindhi Bk Change Tus university graduates who have just become prohibition agents will find their new life different from the lazy college days, with long hours of leisure, plenty of unearned money, drinking bouts, and books. They'll miss the books. Speed | ie the age of speed, all right. Cap- tain Hawks is just marking time at two hundred miles an hour, and over in Germany they've got a train that goes so fast it gets over the grade crossings before motorists have a chance to get in the way. Motorboats can go a hundred miles an hour. Inter- state buses do fifty, except when they get you behind ‘em on a narrow road. Speed cops go ten or fifteen miles faster than you thought they could, and civilian motorcyclists shoot by you like the sound of a pair of pants ripping at the seam. The kids push their scooters along faster, and faster. And, man alive, that little pay check you get every weeck—how that gocs! Yes, it’s the age of speed, all right. A Tragedy of 1931 Te" doomed man paced his cell... . Only five more minutes and then he was through. Then he, too, like all the others, must go down that grim corridor and through that familiar door to the Great Beyond. Was there no hope, even now, of a last-minute reprieve? Lawyers, friends had tried, but to no avail. A key grated in the iron door of the cell—the guards entered. The time had come. With hard faces and avert- ed eyes, they scized the poor wretch by the arms and dragged him out of the cell and along the corridor. The warden was standing near that fateful door, Seeing him, the prisoner cried out hysterically, demanding to know if he had made every effort to save him -had he seen the governor? Sadly the warden nodded and turned his face away. He had done everything —nothing was any use. No hope of even a delay... . And so the doomed man _ went through that door, turning for one last backward, despairing glance at those gray walls between which life had been so sweet ... so safe... so secure ++. out through that door to the great world beyond, where a man couldn't get a job for love or money, and not a soul would even lend him a nickel for a cupacawfee! —M. C. W. | | comicbooks.com