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Judge — January 5, 1929 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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Judge — January 5, 1929 — page 27: Judge, 1929-01-05

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This page combines two satirical pieces from *Judge* magazine: **Main Cartoon (top):** A humorous story about a "radio doctor" treating a broken radio like a surgeon treats a patient. The specialist uses medical terminology while actually performing radio repairs (adjusting rheostats, condensers, etc.). The joke mocks both the pretentious language doctors used and the growing mystique around new radio technology in the early 20th century—treating a mechanical device with the gravitas of life-or-death medicine. **Bottom Cartoon (bank scene):** A banker won't cash a check for someone without proper ID, but accepts Melachrino cigarettes as identification instead. This is an advertisement disguised as satire, humorously suggesting these cigarettes are so distinctive and well-known they serve as reliable proof of identity—thus positioning them as a marker of respectability and recognition. Both pieces are essentially advertorials promoting Melachrino cigarettes as a status symbol.

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| = oh, Doctor! A “BIT OF DISTINCTION The atmosphere had the omi- nous tenseness that pervades every sick-room. Its very silence shrieked and the hurried breath- ing of four people sounded like the exhaust of a panting locomo- tive. The great specialist was working skilfully with a deft ea nd assurance born of long experience. Unerringly he chose the proper delicate instrument from his little black bag. Taper ing, sensitive fingers worked rap idly. Unflustered, confident. he was more like an automaton than a human being. — Finally he straightened up and re- laxed somewhat. His work was nished. He had given it his all What can we hope for?” asked, fearing the worst, yet, human-like, hoping for the : “T think the trouble is checked,” he answered, “a very delicate operation, too. I have been compelled to trepan. the radio frequency rheostat and have grafted a new wave trap across the negative terminal of the secondary condenser. At the same time I was obliged to. re- move the potentiometer which was in mighty bad shape. ‘The leak was leaking profusely. A little rest, good electrical nourish- ment from its batteries, your romping little its old boisterous nd soon self He rolled down his sleeves : picked up his bag. “Four dol lars, please,” said the radio doc- tor. “My usual fee, Thank you, sir. Good day to you all.” —Antien L. Livpaass Ex-Orrice Boy Coxscript —May I have the afternoon off from the battle, sir? My grandmother has just died. —Dvatix Oriston Paying Teller: “This gentleman can't identify himself and the check is for $1,000. STRAW TIPS, hrino Cigarettes) “I'm sure it's OK CORK TIPs, Melachrinos are the best identification I know. Cash it!” PLAIN ENDS Banker: (spying Mel lene ONE CIGARETTE SMOKED THE & ORLD OVER comicbooks.com