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The main cartoon depicts a bar or saloon scene with the caption "Come on, fellas! Just one more nut sundae and we'll all go home!" This appears to be satire about **Prohibition-era drinking culture**. The joke seems to reference how people disguised alcohol consumption during Prohibition by ordering seemingly innocent items like "nut sundaes" at soda fountains and bars. The humor lies in the transparent pretense—everyone knows they're not actually there for dessert. The surrounding text includes various short humorous pieces and poems typical of Judge magazine's satirical format. These lack clear political references but demonstrate the magazine's focus on social commentary through wordplay and situational comedy. Without clearer context about the specific publication date, precise identification of any political figures remains uncertain. The content overall reflects early-20th-century American urban social life and Prohibition-era anxieties.

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“Come on, fellers! The Little Flag on Main Street HE LITTLE FLAG on Main Street Is floating all the day, Its stars are fairly sparkling, Its stripes are glad and gay. It stops the passing zephyrs To tell them as they dance “T have a battle brother Who flies to-day in France!” The little flag on Main Street It hails the wheeling planets Upon their shining flight, It tells the joyful tidings And calls to all the kin: a battle brother Who marches to Berlin!” —McLandburgh Wilson. Seems Reasonable do ladies wear patches on their ‘I suppose even a coat of powder some- times needs a patch.” Balky F you've got a portable garage.” s. and now I wish my automobile were portable.” BONE-DRY Fish Are High J. BLUSTER SPORTYMAN, In account with himself: $30.00 10.00 10.00 To one fancy fishing-rod one pair rubber boots * one fancy fisherman’s basket “one railroad ticket to An- gler’s Pond 4.70 * hiring one canoe 3-50 one fisherman's hat 2.90 * canned and bottled goods 20.85 * extra supply of cigars 5.00 sundries necessary to all fish ermen 431 Total Sor.35 Credit by one fish caught 21 Balance due Sportyman’s purse. Sor 14 Jods H If you could rub a lamp and hail a Genié that would carry a happy, heartening message to some young chap “over there” fighting for you, you'd do it wouldn't you? Wall, it only takes a pen stroke to Ju and you can send him a real welcome gift in your name. Read the announcement of Juoce’s Trench Christ- mas in this issue—and rub the lamp! Just one more nut sundae and we'll all go home!” Best Seller author of this story is a clever “Yes, it takes brains to sell such rot.” No Filibuster Her young man—I called to ask you for youg daughter's hand. Her father—My boy. if you can get by with it in the upper House, I shall be happy to move to make it unanimous. Rondeau F I were you I would be kind to me, My every wish I always would foresee, I'd bring tome the fairest flowers that blow, And at my fect earth’s richest gifts bestow, And for my pleasure scour earth and sea! T cannot dream a greater ecstasy Than just to make my life a jubilee! I would not look for any payment, though, If T were you! And then we nevermore would disagree, But I would show me all I want to see, And take me every place I wish to go, And tell me all the things I pine to know; And make my life as happy as could be, If L were you! —Freda A. Tilden. comichookserom