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This page from Judge magazine contains multiple satirical pieces about early 20th-century American life, likely from WWI era (references to submarines and war photography suggest this timing). The main cartoon depicts a Scottish passenger refusing to greet a woman on what appears to be public transit because "she has na paid her fare yet"—a joke playing on Scottish stereotypes about frugality and penny-pinching. The text sections include humorous observations on domestic life ("In the Spring" complains about spring cleaning chaos), marriage delays, and wartime absurdities. A notable quip mocks undertakers profiting from war. Another satirizes theatrical producers expecting finished work from raw scripts. The final item jokes that while papers claim war photographers work in Europe, this editor's are actually in New Jersey—likely satirizing exaggerated war coverage or the gap between claimed and actual reporting during WWI. Overall, the page reflects American civilian concerns: domestic inconvenience, marriage customs, and skepticism about media's war narratives.

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ie) peel — Ca Friend—There’s your friend, Miss MacGregor, over there. Why don't you go over and speak to her? Scot—Wheest, mon, she has na paid her fare yet. “Tn the Spring” HE DAYS of cleaning house have come, The maddest of the year, When everything is upside down And scattered far and near. My meals are but a mere excuse; My wife has grown a shrew. The clothes I want are on the line; My books the basement strew. Each day, each week throughout the year This house is garnished bright; But when spring comes, my wife declares The dirt germs are a fright. And then she gets her pails and mops, Her brooms and soap galore, And life becomes for days untold A nightmare and a bore! —Lida Keck Wiggins. The Day Not Set Ethe!—Oh, I am so happy! George and Thave made up. Lena—And what day have you fixed upon for your marriage? Ethel—Oh, we haven't quarreled over that yet! General Remarks DON'T know about this war's being a great undertaking, but the guy that started it was some undertaker. A job I don’t want—deckhand on a sub- marine. When a woman says, ‘‘In a minute,’” her words carry wait. If the groom gives the bride a brooch, is it a coupling pin? The ignorant stagehand who went to Pan- ama because he heard they were going to move a lot of scenery now wishes he had been educated. I know a woman who would have di- vorced her five-foot husband, if she hadn’t happened to reflect that she couldn’t love him any longer. Strickland Gillilan. Had Practice He—I believe that debutante you intro- duced me to is engaged. She—Why, what makes you think so? He—She talked to me with such blase abandon! An April Tribute “VOURE pleased to think me wise, my dear— Most wondrous wise through all the year— Until on All Fools’ Day my guile Is changed to folly infan- tile. But really I'm silly, dear, Until the first of April's here; That day my wisest action 4% knew— 'Twas then that I proposed to you! A. Burstein, Sizing Them Up Manager—Modern theater-goers expect a finished product. Author—Nearly all the plays I have seen this season seem to depend on raw material. At the Front Friend—You have a photographer in Eu- rope taking pictures of the war, I suppose. Editor (absently)—No; in New Jersey.