Judge — February 1938 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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a full supply on hand, when they think they have learned the art and begin to contribute. In the third plate a really thrilling part of our business is being transacted. It is a formality through which we have to go about four times a day, and consists in filing away youths who try to pass off as original, jokes that Punch printed in ‘49. The last census of our Punch dungeon dem. onstrates the appalling fact that there are 562 poets, 247 artists and 96 “humorists” buried there. This, of course, is exclusive of the editors of Puck, whom we have not yet been able to induce to enter. This particular dungeon is often so crowded that prisoners are taken out in squads of ten and drowned in Central Park. There is a special chamber seventy-seven feet lower down for the accommodation of those heavenly beings who are con- stantly seeing a sacrilegious and in. decent meaning in the things they meet in THE JUDGE. Our treatment for these unfortunates is a regular course of the American daily paper. They soon become so familiar with all that is criminal and forbidden that even THE JUDGE seems decently clean and pure. In extreme cases, when nothing else can sicken him, the N. Y. Tribune is placed in his hands—a half hour of that generally “fetches” the most obstinate and callous nature. Bix) |MPORTANT "| Prate III. THe DUNGEON. It frequently happens to the edi. torial constitution that a trip to Europe is necessary. Of course such necessity must be considered, and we are pleased to announce that we have recently built a magnificently ap. pointed vessel for this purpose. Time in editorial work being an insepa- rable adjunct to success, it is impos. sible for the editor to do as ordinary mortals do and walk to the steamer with his wardrobe in his pocket. Ap- preciating this fact, a special engi- neer, at the request of the United States Government, has laid a sur- face road from the pier to our main entrance, from which the editor em. barks. The only transatlantic lines now passing our door are the Cunard and White Star. There is, however, 2 sharp competition among other lines for this business. The vessel is frequently handy, too, in crossing Broadway when our Street Commissioners are transacting private business. Lack of space alone prevents our saying more in this regard. Enough has been said, how- ever, to convince the public that we are at least up to date. And in conclusion, we have only to say that in spite of all this magnificence, sample copies may still be had at the old stand—at the regular price. PLaTE IV. INTERIOR VIEW OF INNER OFFICE. February, 1958 comicbooks.com