Judge, 1928-12-29 · page 24 of 37
Judge — December 29, 1928 — page 24: what you’re looking at
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**Top Cartoon:** "Don't Put All Your Eggs in One Basket, Copper, Twitted the C.O. Dick" This appears to be a joke about a police officer ("Copper") encountering someone carrying a basket of heads—a dark visual gag. The caption references a patrolman and someone scraping up debris after a "crash," with dialogue about "scraping up an acquaintance." The humor seems to rely on absurdist imagery and wordplay typical of early satirical magazines. **Main Story/Illustration:** "Service" The narrative describes a released prisoner or paroled convict emerging into society, compared to Rip Van Winkle. He's bewildered and disoriented by freedom after long imprisonment ("yonder cell"). The lower illustration shows sledders going downhill with the caption "Wire—Stop at once, Edgar—I've had enough!" This appears unrelated—possibly commentary on reckless winter sport or loss of control. The page satirizes either prison reform awkwardness or the difficulty of reintegration for formerly incarcerated people—a social concern of the era.
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doing there? well-dress Service | | The door opened slowly, ereak- | ing on rusted hinges; spiders, dis- | turbed from languorous ease by | the unwonted movement, raced madly over their filmy hammocks. From the square, tomb-like structure tottered an old man, | bent and feeble, his long hair and | matted beard long strangers to Hi |} razor or comb, Blinking uncer- Nt tainly in the bright morning sun- | light, he stood, surveying the sur- i rounding landscape with a wist- 1] ful, eager air, as though, lik if sailor home from the sea, he 1) would, by the sight of once familiar objects, recall memories of a happicr day. As the old man stood there in his nervous, hesitant way, I could but think of Rip Van Winkle of old, whose misadventures had amused me asa child. ‘This mod- crn Rip—he, too, by his attitude, must have been long banished from association with his fellow- men. Perhaps he was a lifer, but lately from the ‘Tombs, some luck- less. malefactor, who, runni PUT ALL YOUR YEC COPPER, TWITTED THE I found this droll whimsy in the poe bad attack of starboard jitters. ‘y, stupid, what are you growled Patrolman Parsnip at a bloke after the crash. “Oh, I'm just scraping up an acquaintance! Archie, dabbling in the débris. will be f coman's ensemble this fall, one hears. afoul of the law, had but recent- ly been pardoned and was now for the first time tasting the doubtful joy of freedom. So suddenly had it come upon him though, he scemed at a loss how to use it. It 1 be he even wished himself back in the dun- geon which for so long a time had been all the home he had known. Here I moved closer to him, determined if possible to pierce the veil of mystery which seemed to surround him, “But what is wrong, oh, an- cient one,” I inquired, “Why do you gaze so anxiously, is it that You seck a long absent friend. do you mourn a loved one who has’ passed beyond? — Speak. brother,” Tu 1, “for if I can be of a I would gladly aid you. istance, IN ONE BASKET He rolled his | washed - out . O. DIC et of a bo'sun who had a i world-weary "sup at me in mute appeal lly summoning his waning faculties to his aid, he placed a trembling hand upon A my shoulder. articulated “es Alas, 1 ratured in the good friend.” he muttered, “I am as one returned from the dead—long have I so- journed in yonder cell—long Wire—Stop at once, Edgar—I've had enough! comicbooks.com