Judge, 1917-09-15 · page 15 of 28
Judge — September 15, 1917 — page 15: what you’re looking at
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This Judge magazine page contains satirical humor on various topics, circa World War I era (suggested by "Liberty loan" references). **Top illustration**: "Something new in cars" shows an early automobile converted into a baby carriage—satirizing both new automobile culture and modern parenting innovations. **"Moonshine"** poem: A romantic dialect piece (written in exaggerated Southern accent) asking the moon to shine on a romantic encounter at "Larrabie Lane," then requesting the moon "shut yo' eye" to preserve privacy—gentle romantic humor. **Brief humor pieces** mock: - **Draft exemptions**: A conscript clarifies he's not seeking exemption, just informing the board he's the only son—dark WWI-era comedy - **Liberty loans**: Satirizes wealthy men buying war bonds while hiding money under bankruptcy law - **Marriage**: A judge's ruling that a 26-year married man can hold independent opinions is deemed "practically impossible"—mocking both judicial absurdity and marital discord **Right cartoon**: A domestic dispute about "collar in or out?"—trivializing perpetual married arguments. The overall tone: lighthearted social commentary on modernity, war, economics, and marriage.
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Something new in cars—The auto baby carriage for the modern infant. MOONSHINE Ry REGINALD WRIGHT KAUFFMAN AY, Mistah Moon wif the smile so bright, Moon wif the dimpled chin, Ef I should pass yo’ way tonight, Tell me, will yo’ be in? I got a girl you ought to meet; Don’ yo’ allow no rain; En’ don’ be late, But at ha’f-pas’ eight Shine over Larrabie Lane. Jes’ peep down frou the branches green Where the fust leaves uncurled On the tend’res’ mouf yo’ve evah scen En’ the deares’ in the world: She hes eyes what outshine yo’ En’ nevah shine in vain; Ef yo’ want to try To beat ’em, why, Shine over Larrabie Lane! lhey’s some drinks I kayn’t decline, So, ef she tips her chin Twill her lips git close to mine, Sholy I'll drink ’em in; Right that’s what yo’ say good-night; Don’ yo’ dare remain— En’ ef I try To kiss her, why Say, Mistah Moon, please shut yo’ eye Over that Larrabie Lane! Thinking and Feeling HERE are those who spend so much time thinking that they have for- gotten how to feel. And there arc those who are so sure of their feelings that they do not deem it necessary to think. Between these two unhappy extremes there is fortunately a happy medium. Merely Informative Conscript—1I am only son— Draft board chairman—Sorry, but we can’t exempt you unless— Conscript—Who said anything about exempting me? I’m telling you that with me out of the way maybe mother will land him Expert Testimony He—You aren't sovinterested in the second Liberty loan as you were in the first? She—It’s like my second divorce. The cause is better than ever, but one feels the tiresome sameness of procedure. To-Day To-day, the epicurean is a man who orders a lobster and a porter- house steak in his favorite restau- rant and then takes refuge under the bankruptcy law. COLL the widow's [Nf 0 Practically Impossible Lerret—Don't our courts render some funny decisions? Yadilloh—Ridiculous! A Western judge has just officially declared that man may have been married twenty-six years, and still hold opinions of his own. R ROUT ? One of the great perpetual problems of married life.