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Judge — June 16, 1917 — page 26: Judge, 1917-06-16

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This page is primarily **advertising and entertainment content**, not political satire. The dominant feature is a **Nujol laxative advertisement** with patriotic framing. The illustration shows a man energetically wielding a tennis racket, accompanying text urging readers to "Keep Fit—for Your Country" during wartime. The ad frames bowel regularity as a patriotic duty, claiming Nujol makes one "a national asset." The remainder contains light humor pieces: anecdotes mocking German war rhetoric as absurd (comparing it to a tramp asking to borrow soap), a whimsical poem romanticizing gypsy life, and a naturalist essay about loons. The patriotic tone throughout suggests publication during **World War I** (when America was involved 1917-1918), as evidenced by references to German propaganda and the "world crisis." There is **no direct political cartoon** on this page—the Nujol illustration is commercial art, not editorial satire.

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Keep Fit—for Your Country In this world crisis it is your duty, above everythin; else, to keep yourself in good condition. You can’t serve your country in any capacity if you allow your health to run down, The Nujol treatment will make you a national asset— not a liability. Take a little Nujol upon rising and retiring and it will remove waste matters and poisons (intestinal toxins) from your system, and keep your habits regular as clock work. Nujol is not habit forming. (The longer you take it, the less you need it.) No griping, straining, upset stomach or weakening. harmless, and is pleasant to take. Nujol is absolutely and it will do as much for him as Even the infant will enjoy it does for his mother. Nujol is sold in pint bottles only, bearing Nujol trademark, never in bulk. Nujol is absolutely distinctive and individual. There is no other product on the market like it. STANDARD OIL COMPANY (New Jersey) Nu the Internal Cleanser New Jersey sol JUDGE pointed out to them at some length the straight and narrow path wherein their duty lay, and after giving them the general direction of the road to glory, concluded with the lines: If we go forward we di If we go backward we di Better go forward and die. The awed silence which followed was broken by the languid voice of a Billjim in the rear.“ Yairs,"’ he drawled derisively, ‘a bloke’s best chance is to be a blinkin’ crab!" —Sydney Bulletin It Sounds Ridiculous—Joseph H. Choate said, at a luncheon in New Yor! “When the Germans talk about protecting little nations, freeing the seas and championing international law, it sounded so ridiculous that it reminds me of the tramp. Lady,’ said a tramp to a farmer's wife, ‘could you oblige me with the loan of a cake of soap?’ “*Soap?’ she said. ‘Do you mean to tell me you desire soap?’ Yas'm,’ said the tramp. ‘Me partner's got the hiccoughs and I want to scare him.’ —Wushington Star. Oh, To Be a Gyps Oh, to be a gypsy, and drive a gypsy van Uphill and downhill, and be a Willow for your whipstock, clover in y Nothing in your pocketbook at all—but what of that! Tin pans that rattle, tin pails that swing Uphill and downhill merrily they sin Jingle and jangle, clashing out a tune, Making gypsy melody for a gypsy June! Uphill and downhill, a blossom in your mouth, Northward in summertime, winter in the South, Just a van to ward you from the heat or cold, No house to shelter you, no house to hold! Money is a burden, dollars are a care, But a gypsy wanders, wanders anywhere; Uphill and downhill, gypsy, let us roam, Ev'ry night a campfire, ev'ry night a hom Douglas Matlock, in the American L rman. Concerning the Loon—The loon is an aquatic fowl that seems to be especially built for submarine operations. It is thought the loon takes its name from its habit of giving utterance to weird, doleful sounds, as it wings its way across some lonely pond in the dusk of evening. Weird and doleful as are its notes, however, they are sweet music compared with mournful vocalizing of some corner quartets. It is possible, also, that the loon deserves its name because it chooses to spend its days and nights in (or on, as the c y be) the bosom of some inconsequential body of water, far from human habitation. Just why the loon does not choose to mingle with human_ representatives of his species is not clearly known. ‘The loon is a great fisher, which may be another reason for its name. Many humans are looney over fishing, but few of the human loons ever catch anything but a cold and blue blazes when they get home without any fish. The loon is something like a feathered U-boat, in that it can cut all kinds of capers under the water. It has the U-boat beaten in one respect. The loon can disappear under water before a bullet can reach it. The loon also has a periscope. It can swim along under the water with only the tip of its bill visible above the surface. The loons are of two genders, male and female. The female lays the eggs and tenderly cares for the young, while the males, as in the case of most humans, swell up and brag about it.—Charles A. Leedy in Youngstown Telegram. Flashlights The bees have a way of dealing with the drones. scarce they kick them out of the hiv The man who thinks he knows it all is always running into something that wasn’t in the book when he studied it. However, don’t imagine you've done your full duty to the Flag when you've bought one of those military spring overcoats for yoursell. He also serves his country well this year who makes an unpreductive acre of land produce something. The sword and ploughshare are to fight side by side—Eddie Guest in Detroit Free Press. When food gets petty a i | | a | | ] | mY ro coe egress comicbooks.com XUM