Judge, 1917-06-16 · page 5 of 28
Judge — June 16, 1917 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two distinct elements: a humorous illustration and an article titled "An Adventure in Golf Finance" by Arthur Chapman. **The Cartoon:** depicts soldiers marching through mud during what appears to be WWI ("four thousand miles to Germany"), with the caption playing on the phrase "Footsore Rookie" — a newcomer soldier complaining about the arduous march. The humor derives from the soldier's exasperation about distance. **The Article:** satirizes the social dynamics of golf club economics. Chapman humorously describes how golfers engage in competitive acquisition of equipment and clubs, experiencing buyer's remorse and suspicious deals. The satire targets the pretentiousness and financial folly of Country Club members who obsess over status symbols while justifying purchases through various rationalizations to their spouses. The broader satirical aim critiques American middle-class materialism and conspicuous consumption during the early 20th century.
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. we yt) fb Footsore Rookie (on a practice march)—Oh Lor! Bill——! “They tell me “Wot is it?” . it’s pretty near four thousand miles to Germ’ny !" AVING AN aaa —_——_—_—__ ZF with a feeling of coolness which golf outfit, you blithely re- | An Adventure in Golf Finance was not there before the matterwas solve to sell your old clubs, | a, GEEHER CHAPS broached. and foolishly imagine there will Qo _ Next day you have practically be no trouble in disposing of the things. Has not everybody in the Country club perchance cast a wishful and envious eye upon those same golf clubs for many seasons past? You will sell them, you mentally resolve, to the first bidder. You will thereupon apply the purchase price on those new clubs which have been haunting your dreams, Casually you mention the fact old clubs are on the market for a mere that matter of $17, and you naturally expect Percy Houghton to jump up with a glad cry and close the deal then and there. Was it not Perey who only last week handled your mashic with loving, reverent hands and cast the eye of envy upon your the rest of your outfit? But to your surprise, Percy from the shower bath only snorts when you mention what a grand opportunity is within his grasp. It is the snort of scorn unmistakable. Haughtily, you change the subject. If Percy is to get those clubs, he must come to you and beg for them. But Percy refuses to beg and you both leave the club house the same experience with Harold Somewhat puzzled, you go over your outfit, piece, You fail to discover anything wrong with it. Those bits of wood are the same as when they were the envy of the whole Country club. - Yet in three consecutive da u are turned down by three consecutive members and you feel that you are being looked upon as a man who is trying to engineer a suspicious deal. You lower the price to $15 and then to thirteen, and finaily to $10, with no takers. Eventually you buy the new clubs anyway, and grimly put the old ones away. Finally your wife reports that she has sold the battered outfit for $3 in trade to a gentleman whose business is mostly hunting leaks in wash boilers. Immediately you hit the ceiling in rightful rage. You point out that these well seasoned clubs were priceless. You rave about the large amount that would have been paid for thef if you had the opportunity of putting them on sale in some distant city, as you had contemplated. Your wife is fittingly humbled and you leave the house filled with a virtuous feeling which is surely justifiable. But in your heart you know that your wife has secured more than you could ever have received for the outfit. Verily the difficulties of golf itself are as nothing to the sale of the tools thereof! Holworthy. piece by