Judge, 1917-02-10 · page 22 of 28
Judge — February 10, 1917 — page 22: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page mixes advertisements with satirical content typical of early 20th-century Judge magazine. **Main Cartoons:** The "Humanitarian" dialogue satirizes medical specialization. A doctor argues that physicians shouldn't be artificially divided into specialists (surgical, mechanical, chemical, etc.)—rather, patients themselves create these categories by advertising doctors based on narrow treatments they receive. The satire critiques both medical fragmentation and public perception. **"The Pharisee" poem** mocks self-righteous moralism. It describes a man of impeccable virtue—straight-laced, abstinent, honest—whom the narrator finds unbearably smug and irritating. The satire targets not hypocrisy but rather ostentatious piety and moral superiority, suggesting that excessive virtue displayed without humility is itself off-putting. **Visual Elements:** Two James Montgomery Flagg illustrations advertise art prints available for purchase—typical Judge content marketing its own brand. **Context:** These pieces reflect early 1900s American anxieties about professionalization and middle-class moral pretension.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
BLACK & WHITE Scotch Whisky Quality reasons. Fourth : Because its quality is backed by the largest re- serves of Scotch Whisky in the world. THE HIGHEST STANDARD OF QUALITY Scene: A Restaurant Patron—‘‘Have you a steak two inches thick that you can serve hot with a faint tinge of blood as cut into?” I have If I had Restauranteur—“ No. nothing like that. I'd eat it myself.” MORAL: That kind of a steak calls loudly for Evans’ Ale. Compare It With a DIAMOND ote ete Me geen tae rece | Se a Day There is big money, in the above for you, I will show you how. Send 6c in stampa today for my prospectus explai hod and terms. Write your name ZIM ANT SCHOOLS Dept. R. Horesehea WANTED—AN IDEA! WHO CAN THINK OF SOME simple thing to patent? Protect your ideas, they may bring you wealth. Write for “Needed Inventions” and “How to Get Your Patent and Money.” dolph & Co. Patent Attorneys, Dept. 129, Washington, D. 0. HENRY LINDENMEYR & SONS PAPER WAREHOUSE 36 Bleecker Street reno! 20 Beekman street, New York, and 32 Clinton Street, Newark, N.3. ALL KINDS OF PAPER MADE TO ORDER Humanitarian “ce HAT kind of doctor are you?” “Medical. The good kind, I hope.” “Of course, but I don’t mean that. Are you surgical, mechanical, chemical, psycho- ! Aren’t you mixing things?” u separate them, then. A good ian is all of these and more. W hy should you think they are distinct callings?” “Only because the doctors seem to make them distinc “You are mistaken. The doctors do noth- ing of the so It is the public, or, father, the mass of individual patients, who adver- tise their phy: sicians according to their own preferences.” a—that is anything but clear! Ex- 1 will.” simple. “No big words, now! “Well, it is like this. You come to me for advice. I tell you you need certain care. Let us say it is a gastric—” “Hold on!” That is, your stomach digestion is at fault. I correct the trouble. You proceed to announce me to your friends as the stom- ach specialist.” “And isn’t that nice—for you?” “My dear lady, it is, ina way; but re- member that you and your circle in society have restricted me to what Iam. Is it any wonder that we doctors relinquish the broader ideals and become mere fragments of ourselves?” —J.H., M.D. The Pharisee HERE IS a man—I know him rather well— Who walks a straight And narrow gait; He never does a thing he wouldn't tell His wife about When he goes out. He wears white spats and shiny shoes, He never, never touches booze, He never smokes, or snuffs, or chews, To play at cards he will refuse A halo people are inclined to hand him— I can’t stand him! Whenever he goes by me on the street, So smugly neat, I don’t know why it is, but I acquire An almost irresistible desire To swat him with A monolith, Or any little weapon that's at band. If that’s the way to reach the promised land— I think I'll chute The downward route. I know he’s good; I know his soul is free From spot or stain (he’s always telling me!) I know he doesn’t have a single vice— (He brags about it!) When he wants anything that’s really nice He goes without it. His mundane record anyone can scan; It’s clear of shame— But, just the same, I do not like that man! —F. Gregory Hartswick. The early bird gets the worm, but remem- ber that the early bird goes to bed early. WALLNUTS, ALLNUTS” and “Are My Lips on Straight?" by James Montgomery Flagg, are the Judge covers that our readers have been asking for. A number have been made up into Art Prints, mounted on a heavy mat, 9x 12, ready for framing. Both pictures are printed in full colors, exactly as they appeared on the covers of Judge, and they make an attractive decoration for any room. Fifty cents bring both the prints, post free, or if desired, either will be sold separately for 25c a piece. fallen way from time f Mu there. Ans potatc Ter specti “ARE MY LIPS ON STRAIGHT?” JUDGE 225 Fifth Avenue Judge Art Print Department 225 Fifth Ave., New York City Enclosed find 50¢ (25¢),, please send me ~Wallnuts” ad “Are My Lips On Straight ? comicbooks.com