Judge, 1917-07-28 · page 5 of 28
Judge — July 28, 1917 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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**Top Cartoon:** Shows children asking a ship captain to transport them to France, likely referencing WWI-era evacuation or escape fantasies during the conflict. **"The Home Town Lights" Poem** by Stricklind Gillilan celebrates small-town American life—its modest beauty, familiar streets, and welcoming nature—contrasting with urban sophistication. It's nostalgic verse emphasizing that hometown simplicity surpasses fancy city attractions. **"And Hear the Landlord" Dialogue:** A brief comedic exchange mocking working-class anxieties about poverty and child-rearing prospects. **Bottom Cartoon:** Depicts a soldier or military figure addressing a general about capturing "the Kaiser," referencing WWI's enemy German leader Kaiser Wilhelm II. This reflects American war sentiment of that era. The page blends patriotic and domestic themes typical of WWI-period American humor magazines.
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The coptain—Say, mister, please take us over to France. THE HOME TOWN LIGHTS And Hear the Landlord By STRICKLAND GILLILAN Foolish neighbor—Do you think that baby of yours will ever make his mark? Fond father—" Make his mark?” You ought to see the walls of our flat! ‘OU admire the shine of that Liberty shrine Implanted on Bedloe’s in Gotham’s broad bay; You've blinked in the glimmer and glitter and shimmer —— Of the thoroughfare known as the Great White Way. Unrequited love is having shares in a stock company that The famed borealis that scallops pays no dividends. the chalice Titanic, of Night, with rim- ward side down— All these are as naught, when with heimweh you're fraught, To the lights in the streets of the old home town! You'veseen,on your journey through | constant tourney, The cluster-lights modern in cities by scores; The sign-maker’s shower you've watched by the hour In tints iridescent emblazoning stores. You've noted their beauty—through impulse, not duty; Yet the splendidest gem in your memory’s crown Grows dim in a second, as time we have reckoned, In the light of the streets of your own home town. For the glow of the lamps with their haloes of damps Distilled from the breath of the town that is “home” Reaches into your heart, as no light in the mart Of other folks’ cities through which you must roam. And it warms you inside as if friend true and tried Had smilingly hailed you—should Heaven come down ~ And grant you a view, ’twould resemble, to you, tae i= - The lights in the streets of your own home town! “Say, General, when ye catch the Kaiser biff him one for me. Will ye?” comichooks.con]