Note: for the next couple of weeks we'll be looking at a classic Crimebuster story written by Charles Biro and drawn by Norman Maurer. If you want to see the Crimebuster story The Case of the Lacrosse Rape Hoax, go on and click! Issue #2 will start up online in February 2017!
Again, not a lot happening on this page, but that's okay. Presumably this kind of "schmaltz" (as the Hebrews might say) wasn't as well known in 1946 as it is today. This here on this page is the decaying remnants from something that was known in the nineteenth century as "Sentimentalism". That's basically literature that focuses on the amplification of tender emotions, and which tries to evoke feelings rather than describe action. For example, if it was the 1850s and you were reading Jayne Eyre, you might read something like this:
But besides his frequent absences, there was another barrier to friendship with him: he seemed of a reserved, an abstracted, and even of a brooding nature. Zealous in his ministerial labours, blameless in his life and habits, he yet did not appear to enjoy that mental serenity, that inward content, which should bet he reward of every sincere Christian and practical philanthropist. Often, of an evening, when he sat at the window, his desk and papers before him, he would cease reading or writing, rest his chin on his hand, and deliver himself up to I know not what course of thought; but that it was perturbed and exciting might be seen in the frequent flash and changeful dilation of his eye.
Nowadays, of course, we've had our fill of feelings and sentiment, and such stuff as is on this comic page is openly mocked. This is the eternal ebb and flow of culture, and we alive today only get to see the middle of it. I guess that in the seventeenth century Sentimentalism burst onto the scene like a professional wrestler. No one had even imagined the like before, that printed novels might devote paragraphs to how emotional everything was! Wow, that's amazing! Let's write novels with characters named "Henrietta" and let's have them faint about whether the coxswain will pick a flower. Or something.
Sentimentalism drove the career of many a writer. It began to fall apart in the 20s and 30s, when there was the depression and people realized the limits of government, and men grew cynical and harsh. Then there was the end of world war II, and sentimentalism briefly came back to appear on this page.