Judge, 1917-07-28 · page 11 of 28
Judge — July 28, 1917 — page 11: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects humorous observations and cartoons satirizing early 20th-century American social types and behavior. The **top cartoon** depicts an officer on military leave complaining about endless "war talk"—likely referencing WWI-era domestic discussion, where he'd prefer to escape to the trenches rather than endure civilians' endless commentary. The **poem by Burges Johnson** humorously contrasts romantic devotion with one practical limitation: the speaker will do anything *except* get out of bed—mocking lazy suitors and exaggerated promises. The **prose section** contains witty observations about human nature: optimists chasing relatives, pessimists avoiding them; argumentative people ceasing to be "fair-minded"; and the eccentric man obsessed with a forked radish more than spiritual matters. The **bottom cartoon** shows a bank interaction where someone requests an overdraft loan, promising to repay via check—a circular, absurd transaction mocking financial desperation and poor banking practices. The satire targets human vanity, laziness, and contradictory behavior.
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The optimist puts in a good deal of his time secking long-lost relatives, and the pessimist in dodging them. I enjoy arguing witha fair-minded man, but the trouble is that when a man takes issue with me he ceases to be fair-minded. I'd get whate’er you want, for while I bask I know a man so eccentric that when he objects to a slight In your continued graces, all is well. overcharge he owns right up that he is not roaring about the I'd get you gems and raiment, though _ principle of the thing but because he wants the nickel. it spell Then, there is the man who is more elated over the discovery My wreck, or strand me like an empty cask. _ of a forked-tailed radish in his garden than he would be at being If hap you mourned some friend, I'd face able to read his title clear to mansions in the skies. the task —Tom P. Morgan. Like Hercules, and get him back from Hell. You know I'd get you aught that you might please: . From fabled springs I'd get a brimming cup; I'd get you apples from Hesperides; I'd get ambrosia! foods for you to sup. You could depend on me for deeds like these, But O ye Gods! You ask me to get-—UP! SAYS OLD GAUNT N. GRIMM Ho. tired one twin must get of looking at the other twin. ‘OU bid me get—Ah me, what need to tell That I’m your slave; you only have to ask! I find that I am best liked by people who are the least acquainted with me. * In the spring-time of life we are prone to give other people that tired feeling. Se, . 4 The trouble with the average man with a message is De Borem—Cou Ree let me have $10 to make up my over draft i that he wants to deliver it C. O. D. at the Steenth Bank and I'll give you my check for it. comicbooks.com