Judge, 1917-02-03 · page 5 of 28
Judge — February 3, 1917 — page 5: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Top Cartoon:** A military scene depicting soldiers in trench warfare with explosions. The caption mocks an "official movie man" (war correspondent/filmmaker) documenting combat, suggesting such documentarians were insensitive to soldiers' suffering—"register hate, some of you!" **Middle Section:** "The Spendthrift's Secret" is a poem by Walter G. Doty about financial regret, lamenting wasted money and pleasures. It reflects early 20th-century middle-class anxiety about personal finances and restraint. **Bottom Comic:** "Judging from Appearance" shows two well-dressed men evaluating a third. The hostess comments on his "exquisite new fire-screen," implying his appearance masks inferior qualities—satirizing surface judgments and pretense in social settings. Both pieces critique waste, vanity, and superficial values typical of Judge's social satire.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
THE SPENDTHRIFT’S REGRET ‘OW I wish T had the money I have wasted! I can see, too late, how foolishly it went. Oh, the few and fleeting pleasures I have tasted Haven't been enough to pay for what I’ve spent. “Spend your money like a prince,” may sound alluring, But a prince is pretty certain of his job. There's no chance he'll have to stand what I’m enduring With the florist and the tailor raising hob. When a fellow gets his envelope, its showing Makes him fondly dream he'll lay aside a bit; But the next he knows he’s at his foolish blowing Like a drunken sailor in a lavish fit. For an hour or more I’ve sat and idly pondered On the goodly cash blown in for vanished joys. How I wish Thad the money I have squandered! T would do the town this evening with the boys! —Walter G. Doty. The Other Angle “My fourth boy, Coonrod,—” began Mr. Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge, Ark. “But, looky yur, Gap!” expostulated a friend. “Don’t you know your own family? Your fourth boy is Runt.” “I'm counting from the other end of the line.” The official movie man (in a warm corner)—Aw, for heaven's sake register hate, some of you! JUDGING FROM APPEARANCE Near-sighted man (to hostess)—Ah, Mrs. Marceau, what an exquisite new fire-screen you have! comicbooks.com