Judge, 1917-05-19 · page 15 of 32
Judge — May 19, 1917 — page 15: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces of early 20th-century American humor: **Top cartoon:** A "safety zone" joke. Isabel and Edward discuss finding representative Americans at Washington University. Edward's quip suggests most Americans are currently in "safety zones"—likely referring to pedestrian safety zones marked on city streets, implying Americans are preoccupied with traffic dangers or urban life's hazards. **Poem "To My Fiancée":** Charles L. Funnell's sentimental verse about longing for his beloved, with a humorous final stanza: he'll know she's coming when "your folks at Detroit shall telegraph / That they're shipping You F.O.B."—a joking reference to shipping her like freight (F.O.B. = "Free On Board," a commercial shipping term). **Bottom cartoons:** Two brief jokes about cigars and marriage, playing on conventional domestic humor and gender dynamics typical of the era. The page reflects Judge's blend of satirical social commentary, romantic sentiment, and light domestic comedy aimed at middle-class readers.
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AT WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY, ST. LOUIS, MISSOURI Isabel —You can find representative Americans in every walk of life. Edward --Well, if you want to find most of “em now, page the safety zone. TO MY FIANCEE Faith By CWARLES L. FUNNELL “Papa, why did you marry mama?” om < x x “Because, my dear, I thought she was the most beautiful ’ I ‘HROUGH the wide-open window beside my desk woman in the world at that time.” There floated a scent wine “Well, isn’t she?” Of earth’s new life and potential joy, And the day when I'll call You mine. I thought of your grace and your lines of charm— | Of your case and poise and swing; Of the way I'll forget this desk and work When I hear You softly sing. ‘Together we'll follow the wooded w: Where the trees shake hands abov And filtered sunlight flecks the road That leads from toil to love. | | So I long for the moment when I shall know You are on your way to me,— When your folks at Detroit shall telegraph re shipping You F. O. B.! “Now that, sire is a very good cigar, one that you needn't be afraid to offer anybody: H Usually People who live in the past usually remember the good “That's all rig old days and forget the bad old days. smoke myself.” it, as far as it goes, but I want one that I can comicbooks.com XUM