Judge, 1915-08-21 · page 5 of 28
Judge — August 21, 1915 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page satirizes a doctor's unethical business practices. The sketch shows a medical professional charging poor patients exorbitant fees while selling them dubious "antique" goods from his shop—mixing legitimate medical practice with commercialism. The dialogue reveals the satire: the doctor claims he can't afford to treat patients without payment, yet offers expensive "genuine antique" items at inflated prices. The humor targets physicians who exploited vulnerable patients by bundling medical services with retail sales of questionable merchandise. The accompanying poetry sections mock romantic notions of war and poverty's "privileges" (no need to dress for dinner without money). The cartoon likely reflects early-20th-century concerns about medical fraud and commercialization of healthcare, common satirical targets in *Judge* magazine.
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| { | i Village pacifist (as the army passes)—Oh, it's all right. Antiques By TOD CHENEVIX ELL, Henry, I will take the table. Send it to my house. And how goes the business?"’ “Business goes worse, doc- tor; worse all time.’* “Yes, yes, I know! All business is slow now and then. But you are selling goods. Look at those two nice old pieces leaving the shop now for some good customer !"’ “Oh, sure, yes. Got rent to pay, ain’t it? Must sell a little, anyhow, yet I loss so all right. It’s a bad busin “What's the matter with you, Henry? You are always talking like this. Are you sick?"* “T tell you t’ truth, doctor; yes, I I—me nervous. The trade’s no good. It makes me sick."" “Well, why don't you see a doctor? cured !"" “Me? Get with no How I pay doctor, I ain't sayin’ “tain’t. I can’t pay no doctor. How can **Nonsense! Come round to see me and I will fix you up. No matter about mone: Perhaps give me something from the sho; “*How much you charge examination, doctor? You let—me have by five dollar Why, if you say so, Henry.’’ “And you buy more goods off me?"’ “Yes, when I can use any.’" “All right, doctor. You like Japanese pewter? Yes? That nice piece. Sure, yes. Fine piece. Old, fine, genuine, all antique. You like? Yes, Well, doctor, that price sixty dollar. jot to you, doc- tor, no, no! To that price make fifty—eh? Cheap? Sure. But when you like I give bargain. Yes. You pay only cash forty- five dollar, doctor, and I have examination by you, too, all right. Yes. Fine pewter, doctor !"" ‘Bravo, Henry! Such optimism is bound to keep you immune to all bodily disease !"" EEG ah But it's fosterin’ th’ martial speerit jes’ th’ same Maybe ICK and weary and want to quit? Blind and staggering, weak and wan! Losing courage and strength and grit? What's the object of fighting on? Let we whisper a word to you, Maybe the other guy's groggy too! Maybe his arms have lost their punch, Maybe his heart is faint and sick; Go on fighting with just that hunch, Summon your last grim grit and sTICK! Stick till the final round is through, Maybe the other guy’s groggy too! —Berton Braley. Those Exclusive Hats Madge—How did you know it was Dolly if she was in a crowd? Marjorie—I caught a glimpse of her peri- scope. No Dressing for Dinner One of the greatest privileges of men without money is that they don’t have to dress for dinner. comicbooks.com