Judge, 1915-07-10 · page 5 of 28
Judge — July 10, 1915 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page satirizes American neutrality during World War I. The left cartoon contrasts "the suburbanite as he is depicted" (a gentleman carrying fish from fishing) with "and the reality" (chaos of people loading supplies into a car). The satire mocks claims of neutrality and peaceful leisure while war rages abroad. The "Strictly Neutral" section quotes Jasper Knox dismissing concerns about the war, arguing one can remain detached from European conflict. The silhouette cartoon "First Aid to Golfers" shows men discussing a golf injury, with dialogue suggesting golf terminology ("window or widow"). The poem "A Chance to Tee Afresh" nostalgically reflects on yesterday's golf game, using golf metaphors to obliquely address the war's impact on American life. The overall message critiques American complacency regarding the conflict.
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The suburbanite as he is depicted, Strictly Neutral 66 A FTER a careful and painstaking pe- rusal of the metropolitan papers,”’ remarked Jasper Knox, the sage of Pike- town-on-the-Blink, “I have come to the conclusion that the only safe and sane method of dis- playing one’s abso- lute neutrality is to forget the war. By re- fraining from any allusion to the present un- pleasantness which seems to have taken temporary possession of some of our unenlightened brothers across the briny deep, I find that my liver per- forms its natural functions without the aid of a liver pad; I also find that my circulation remains normal with- out resorting to any coupon scheme, and that my digestive apparatus is practically immune from ptomaine Poisoning, owing to the fact that I per- and the reality mit no foreign matter to enter into my sys- tem of contentment and frugality.’’ First Aid to Golfers ‘What would you do if you hada stymie?"’ “*Call a doctor at once.’’ Philo—Did you say window or widow ? Sy her—I said widow; but they are both very much alike, Philo—How so? Sopher—When 1 get near either of them I always look out. A Chance to Tee Afresh ‘STERDAY has gone away, With its foozles and its fears, With its bunkers, with its fray, Its profanity and tears; With its game in eighty-eight, Properly an eighty-two; With its slices, with the fate That impelled a drive askew. Yet for all its wealth of woe, Sobs and anguish and dismay, It was hard to see it go— But we tee afresh to-day. Yesterday our hearts were sore; Vague oppressions seemed to sway. Troubles? We'd our share. Our score? It was pretty bad! But, say, That last game which shocked our skill, Pricked our pride and gave us pain Lies in ancient hist’ry. Will We permit such play again? Past recall, ’tis now a joke; Fate grants now a better play. Ours the chance for stronger stroke, For we tee afresh to-day. —Vesse G. Clare, comicbooks.com