Judge, 1916-03-18 · page 5 of 28
Judge — March 18, 1916 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* contains two separate items: **"Soap Deferred"** (top cartoon): A sketch depicting what appears to be a social gathering where a shabby man requests soap from a well-dressed woman. The dialogue suggests the man hasn't bathed in some time ("swept by a great passion"), and a critic friend observes it wasn't "a clean sweep." This is likely satirizing either poor hygiene among a particular social class or mocking someone's personal neglect—the humor relies on the obvious need for bathing. **"The Modern Castaways"** (bottom): A short story by H.T. Nichols about shipwreck survivors, unrelated to the cartoon above. **"A Lesson in Putting"** (right): A golf instruction illustration with humorous commentary on proper stance. The page mixes satirical humor with leisure-activity content typical of *Judge*'s audience.
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Wee iy SOAP DEFERRED Our poet—Lately I have been swept by a great passion. Critic friend—Not what you'd call a clean sweep, ch, old man? THE MODERN CASTAWAYS By WT, NICHOLS HE MAN, recovering consciousness, sat up. His salt-dimmed gaze swept the sand, on which the surf beat heavily, and the steep cliffs, shutting him in. Then it rested on the girl. She too, was sitting up. With her left hand before her face, and a tasteful solitaire serving as mirror, she combed her hair with a lobster’s discarded claw. The man hobbled to her, a curious defer- ence in his air. “T would not curry favor—" he began. She stopped him with a glance of hauteur; also she jerked at her tangled tresses. “Don't!” she said coldly. “At present 1 have a surfeit of currying.” He shifted weight from one foot to the other. “We must face facts. We are sole survivors from the ship, castaways we know not where. The centrifugal force of a rotary storm may have marooned us anywhere from Eastport to Jamaica. You follow m Her lip curled. “I trust not! I prefer to believe that the glorious tradi- tion of the sea—women and children first—prevailed and that I preceded you into the automatically swamping lifeboats, and, naturally, washed ashore first.” “T went down with the ship,” he protested. “I lost consciousness in a maelstrom. I recover it a—" . RS “A male soloist. Of seven eligibles I turned down, only you turn up.” IN PUTTING “To serve you in every way in my power,” he said soulfully. The helpful coddy—That's right! hook yer right foot She sprang lightly to her feet. She turned her back to him. around that little saplin’, and stand out stiff-legged—then “Hook me up, then,” she bade him. ye'll be in a fine position! comicbooks.com