Judge, 1917-06-09 · page 7 of 28
Judge — June 9, 1917 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains three satirical pieces reflecting early 20th-century American concerns: **Top Cartoon:** A medico (doctor) praises a businessman for patriotic military service, but the "honest citizen" reveals he actually manufactured artificial appetite—profiting from inflated wartime food prices. The satire criticizes profiteers who exploit national crises rather than genuinely serving. **Middle Text:** A humorous monologue about a man shopping for a book to give his stenographer girlfriend named Sadie. He rejects various suggestions (Bible, animal pictures, office catalogs, outdated classics) until finding something "up-to-date by a living writer" about love. The satire mocks both commercialized gift-giving and changing literary tastes. **Bottom Cartoon:** A homeowner discovers burglars entered through his back window; his only concern is the potato patch—satirizing misplaced priorities during wartime when food production was nationally important. All three pieces reflect WWI-era anxieties about profiteering, changing social values, and civilian responsibilities.
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pages and right away decided to buy it, after, for myself; such And I told the saleslady that it was Then hooks ain’t in the libry. good for a greenhorn, but not for a real American goil. right away she asks me what mag: wanted. I told her I don’t want no zine; 1 want a book, a present. She advised me to go up to Billy Sunday's where she thinks they was giving away Bibles. [told her I don’t want no Bible; I don’t: want something for notting; and that if I gave my young lady a Bible, she'd be in- sulted likeif | thought she needed it ;and that she was a good young lady, innocent like a baby. So she took down a book full with picktches and animals. T told her Sadie was not a baby but a stenographer; and she brought out a paper book with a title “Office Fixtures.” 1 said that 1 didn’t: want a common catalogue, 1 wanted a beautiful book. And she asked me the color of Sadie’s hair. And when I told her ‘brunette,’ she handed me * Uncle I got mad and hollered *1 want no backnumber books, but something up-to-date by a living writer what speaks of love and goils and sweethearts.’ The saleslady’s eyes got green from jealousy when I said ‘love,’ but right away joy jumped into them like if she hoid the French was in Tom’s Cabin.’ The medico—Very courageous, m'boy, to give up your business to serve your country ! doctor, to tell the truth, I was manufacturing an appetite, and just look at the price of food now! Mr. Gardener Burglar—We came through the back window ! Mr. Gardener my potato patch! Honest citizen—Well, Berlin, and she brought out a book, a peach. So soon I hoid the writer's name, | knew he was a live one, and the subject was up-to-date. You can see it in'the moving picktch I paid plenty for the book and yesterday, Oi yesterday, when I sent it to her with the janitor’s boy, she sent it right back like Ny Mn ) ] By the way! Excitedly) Great Scott! I hope you didn’t step on comicbooks.com