Judge, 1918-01-12 · page 10 of 28
Judge — January 12, 1918 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains satirical commentary on Hawaiian tourism and labor during the early 20th century. The main piece, "Deserted Hawaii" by Strickland Gilliland, laments that native Hawaiians have left the islands to work on the American mainland—performing in vaudeville shows, chautauqua tents, and photograph phonograph recordings. The poem treats this as a tragedy: Hawaii is now empty of natives, reduced to tourist attractions while the indigenous people labor elsewhere for American entertainment industries. The cartoon "The Flying Dutchman" (bottom) appears unrelated, depicting a soldier or worker in action, possibly referencing wartime or industrial labor. The page's other jokes mock marriage, divorce, artificial limbs for war veterans, and tax policy—typical Judge magazine fare combining social commentary with dark humor about contemporary American life.
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Gracious stranger—Artificial legs are wonderfully improved, | suppose? Inealid soldier—Oh, yes—so vastly improved that we get cramps in them nights and rheumatism on rainy days! The First ONTIUS PILATE was the first great neutral, for he washed his hands of the whole matter and then invested his surplus carnings in crosses. Her Habit “You will marry again we ventured, with a rising inflection: “ Lpresume so,” replied the fair divore “At Teast. such has been my custom.” no doubt?” Admonishing Them “Ah-h’m, Brother Johnson,” ventured the Presiding Elder. ‘Don’t you think it rather poor policy to permit the chil- dren to lick their own and each other's plates that way?” “Thunder, yes!” replied Mr. Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge, Ark. “1 didn’t notice what they were doing. You kids let up on that now, or there won't be anything left for the dogs.” THE FLYING *DUTCHMAN” DESERTED HAWAII Ry STRICKLAND GULILAN THe in Hawaii; the natives are all over here They're howling “.Moha" wherever are waiters and tables and beer. They're out with the tented chautauquas, they're doing the big time and small- It’s lonely today in Hawaii with nobody left there at all! nobody home in old Honolulu; the streets nd drear. The surf-boards are di Mower here. ming the frail ukelele wherever There's silence are deserted at Waikiki, the na tives are They're stru a crowd can be had me in Hawaii: we Yankees a fad. There's nobody h have made them There's nobody home in Hawaii: From Queen Lili-wh: me on down, They're yelping in ograph funnels in every dise-making town. their shredded wt “Farewell,” or They're wearin lets and wailir day Hawaii; we've hired them to sing and to play There's nobody home in ‘There's nobody near Mauna Loa—Kilauea’s crup There's nobody home in Hawaii whose music alone! would fetch him a bone. I've met every one of the natives in various places—some twice! Hawaii over here earning the price! ‘There's nobody home in Does Make a Difference Lerret come tax. Vudilloh You formerly favored an in- Why the change? Now [have an income. comicbooks.com