Judge, 1915-06-26 · page 10 of 25
Judge — June 26, 1915 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces from *Judge* magazine: **"The Elopement of Hebe"** (left): A lighthearted comic verse story about romantic rivalry. Three suitors—Toby, Abie, and Bobby—compete for Hebe Ruby Beebee's affection in the town of Lebo. After Toby and Abie destroy each other's musical instruments in a fight, Hebe elopes with Bobby Abbey instead, eventually having a baby. It's a silly tale with no particular political message—just humor through absurd names and romantic chaos. **"Versus Might"** (center): An editorial essay by Tod Cheneviz arguing that despite humanity's mediocre accomplishments in art, literature, and industry, we overlook our greatest power: disseminating kindness. It's a moralizing piece about spiritual values over material achievement. **"The Plain Truth"** and **"Excess Baggage"** (right): Two separate political cartoons. The first satirizes wasteful government spending—a congressman admits a river appropriation only benefits the treasury (drains money). The second cartoon, titled "Excess Baggage," illustrates a new luggage tax law creating travel expenses for citizens.
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WINTER FASHION'S VAGARIES The Elopement of Hebe (Played upon one string) HARMING Hebe Ruby Beebee Had a beau named Toby Rebo; In the little town of Lebo, He proposed to Hebe CFr>—> Ruby. (Xo Answered Hebe, 2? > \ aXe! **Maybe, Toby.’’ In the town dwelt Abie Libby; Abie played upon the oboe. Toby Rebo played, the tuba. Both were wooing Hebe Beebce. “Toby, you hobo!" shouted Abie. Toby smashed young Abie's oboe, Saying, ‘‘Me a hobo? Yea, bo!’ Abe disabled Toby's tuba. Toby soon dubbed Abe a booby. Just then, ‘‘Bye-bye!"’ cried Miss Beebee And eloped with Bobby Abbey, who became Miss Hebe’s hubby. LATER. She and Bobby have a baby. —C. L, Edson, Versus Might ‘OU AND I freely admit that we cannot offer the world much that is of value Our talent is not of the high grade that will win distinction. We are but a part of the great mediocre. We contribute what we have, and what we have resembles what most others have, so that our bounty is lost in the magnitude of the whole of the same kind. It may be that we paint pictures. to it. Our pictures carry no new message. They are like a thousand others. We write books, but all they contain has been better said before. We.reclaim the land from its for- est growth, but our success has nothing in it not already achieved. Our efforts in every direction may be excellent, may be worthy, but they are also naturally incum- bent, and the world has no time to note anything so usual, ordinary, commonplace. It is strange that we do not discover and rediscover the one field in which our aims may rise to distinction, positively soar, ul- timately to rest in high places, or, to be more explicit, with the best in the hearts of men. That which will welcomely invade the human heart no great intelligence is re- quired to decide. What is it that conveys to any and every heart the highest dynamic stimulus— nay, more—the highest per- manent potential? You and I know. Everybody knows. Only we fail to stop to think about it in this crass era. Alas! We forget the one truth of all the ages. The correla- tion of our power to dissemi- nate simple kindness and its ready application in every concrete instance is an agent more highly productive than all the philosophies, all the sciences, and all the arts that this world of ours has ever exploited! —Tod Cheneviz, The Plain Truth | 66X7OU have had seven appropriations for that river,’’ complained the chair- : man of the committee. ‘‘What does it drain, anyhow?"’ “The treasury,’’ answered Congressman Graball. You don't need credit to borrow trouble. EXCESS BAGGAGE An expensive trip under the new law.