Judge, 1917-05-12 · page 14 of 28
Judge — May 12, 1917 — page 14: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of Judge's humor: **"A Farewell"** (left column): A sentimental poem by Dixon Merritt bidding goodbye to an old pipe. The joke is the mock-dramatic tone applied to a worn-out smoking pipe—treating it like a departing friend while acknowledging it's now rank-smelling and socially embarrassing ("Folks hate you so!"). It's gentle nostalgia-based humor. **"The Greatest of These"** (right column): A poem celebrating love in its three forms (Hope, Faith, Charity), playing on the biblical passage. The humor appears mild—romantic verse of the era. **Various short jokes** scattered throughout mock domestic life, office systems, and social pretension—typical Judge fare mocking middle-class American behavior. **The cartoons** show outdoor/nature scenes, possibly related to wartime ("In the Trenches" header), though details are unclear from this reproduction. The overall tone is light social satire and wordplay rather than hard political commentary.
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“IN THE TREN A FAREWELL LD FRIEND, farewell! Strong friend, I say it sadly. We've drawn together, Braved the weather, Held lofty hopes, or nether, How long, I scarce dare tell; And [shall miss you badly— Sometimes madly— In the lonesome nights. Strong friend! You've shared my moods And privy been to all my fancies. We've gone for miles Where Nature smiles, We've watched the dances In sunny places; You've seen the faces Df some friends I dare not own ‘And kept my confidences As your own, And nerved me for some brave pretenses. And I shall miss you wildly Later mildly— When unease blights. leaf-mesh Strong friend! You ARE strong (That's the rub) and black With what, for long, I've loved you. And for lack, Mayhap, of airing, You are rank As any lank And rancid hank Of burnt cheese, odor flaring. Folks hate you so! And you must go, Though I shall miss you, sighing— Maybe crying— For the chummy lights. Old pipe, good-bye! Strong pipe, I say it grieving It makes me sigh And almost cry To have to speed your leaving. A new one? Yes—but bitter, And harsh and ragged to the feel. with lapsing months, grow fitter, yy me fairly deal; But I shall miss you sadly— Sometimes madly— In the lonesome nights. —Dixon Merritt. Speaking of a Car “Ts he an auto crank?” “He's a self-starter.” shimmer- CHES' (Somewhere by the sea) An Optimist for Fair “Smitherton certainly is a man who makes the best of things.” “What has he been doing to deserve such praise?” “His wife went away for a week and on the very day she left he sprained his ankle, so that he confined at home during all the time she was gone, yet he seems to think it is a fairly good old world.” Everything Provided For Willis—Bump’s office is run absolutely on system. Gillis—Indeed? Willis—Yes, they tell me there is even a recess of ten minutes each day for the clerks to borrow money from each other. Contrast It is easy enough to be perfect when you are on your honeymoon and paying close attention to your good be- havior. But the man worth while is the man who still looks perfect to his wife after several years of domest ssitudes. Evasive Nipp —Flubdub is pretty loyal, isn't he? — Tuck—Well, I saw him cut his best friend the other day. Ni'pp —How was that? Tuck—He was shav- ing himself The Other Side Crawford—I hear that THE GREATEST OF THESE By CLINTON SCOLLARD S HOPE I love her. In her eyes A something most alluring’ dwells, Asin the blue of vernal ski Or the fair hue of pimpernels! As Faith I love her, for her words Have all the lyric passioning Heard in the notes of mating birds Within the dewy groves of spring! As Charity I love her; yea And when Clarinda kisses me I think it’s very safe to s I love her best as Charity! You don’t suppose the high cost of food is because they went and buried. all the feed wires, do you? Newrich pays $50,000 a on tix § : Z OE Se Piaty (x “There's a sad year for publicity. we Crabshaw — That's nothing to what he gives up to avoid publicity. picked up with < fle Coben FORD case! Well connected, well educated, neglects his wife and children and wastes his time lecturing to ignorant rustics on some new cranky theory of physical culture he a traveling circus!” comicbooks.com