Judge, 1918-01-05 · page 6 of 28
Judge — January 5, 1918 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine contains three distinct pieces: **"Censorious Belinda"** (top left): A poem mocking a prudish woman who condemns love and romance while claiming moral superiority. The satire targets sanctimonious attitudes toward relationships. **"Made Militant"** (top right): A poem about a woman soldier, sarcastically praising her as fearsome—her words "blow up," her finger "a gatling gun." This appears to mock either female military recruitment or feminists adopting militant rhetoric, treating their advocacy as absurdly weaponized. **Bottom cartoon**: An officer commands "odd numbers take one pace to the rear," confusing a new recruit who considers himself "odd" as a child. The joke relies on the double meaning of "odd" (unusual versus mathematical), played for slapstick humor about military confusion. The page reflects early-20th-century attitudes skeptical of women's changing social roles.
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CENSORIOUS BELINDA By J.B. MIDDLETON ” Belinda said, es far gazing. etrothed, or wed, Will falter ic their praising, And o'er the ticker bend a head While bulls and bears are grazing.” “Love is not all,” remarked the miss, ull many a timid sweeting Turns, weary, from the morning kiss To give her neighbor greeting And slander that and gird at this, And thus, deserve a beating.” ¢ is not all,” the maid declared With a determined cough, “And broken hearts may be repaired By two full rounds of golf.” —Then Billy whispered that he cared, And swiftly bore her off! Outstanding Culture The German university pro- fessor thinks a pompadour hair- cut makes a man civilized. MADE MILITANT By A. WALTER UTTING MILITARY maid is Prue (Whose clerking name is Kate), For she has weapons which to you (Or me) mean “ Yield estate”; Her glance is like a bayonet Which pierces through the heart Of him transfixed by it, and yet (Although, of course, more soft); ‘And though her arsenal T cite, I pause, to catch the while, Her dainty dimple’s dynamite, The shrapnel of her smile. A Shortage of Food Nurse—Iv’s time for you to take nourishment again. Patient—I’m tired of taking nourishment; give me something to eat! Officer (after the command “‘odd numbers take one pace to the rear’) —You’re odd, aren’t you? Recruit (completely unnerved) —I—I was considered so, sir—as a child. It’s of Dan Love a part. Her words are mines, to blow up one Who listens to them oft; Her finger press, a gatling gun