Judge, 1917-12-15 · page 16 of 28
Judge — December 15, 1917 — page 16: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page showcases humorous dialogue snippets from Broadway productions of 1917, presented with photographs from each show. The top image features Lew Fields and Andrew Townes in "Miss 1917," joking about a health-conscious drink made from vegetables—a satire on the era's food-conservation efforts (likely related to WWI rationing) and contemporary health fads. "The Three Bears" scene mocks gender relations: a woman-hating bachelor character must order clothes for a woman without proper measurements, leading to awkward comedic exchanges about female body sizing. The final image from "Odds and Ends of 1917" shows a soldier and nurse, with dialogue satirizing wartime separation and filial duty—the soldier must write his mother from the trenches, a poignant backdrop to the comedic setup. These vignettes reflect 1917 America's preoccupations: WWI service, home-front concerns, and period attitudes toward gender and domesticity, all filtered through theatrical humor.
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Lew Fieids practicing food control. electric fan. “What do you call that drink, anyhow?” “It's aN Sngland spoiled dinner. The Three Bears (wcoman-hating bachelors), haring been tamed by Goldi. locks, took pity om her forlornness and ordered a complete outfit of clothes for her—forgetting, however, to indicate sizes. The Little Bear is here try- ing to rectify the error. “Three feet one inch. Is that all?” “Yes, I don’t have to be completely surveyed like an , aqueduct!” “But will those measurements do for—for everything?” Ann Murpock and Jerome Patrick in“ The Three Bears.” or sweetening he permits a lump of sugar (borrowed From the cash drawer) to linger im the br ir.” —Lew Fretps and Axprew Townes in “ Miss 1917." | SMART BITS FROM CURRENT PLAYS | He is juggling a refreshing soft drink made up of celery and raw carrots, chopped with the assistance of a whizsing shite he counts ten. Nurse—Sit down and I will give you a French lesson. Soldier—I haven't time now. T have just come back from home, and I must write my mother; she made me promise as soon as I arrived I'd drop her a line and let her know I was safely back in the trenches. Mary Porr and Jack Norwortn in “Odds and Ends of 1917."