Judge, 1918-02-02 · page 23 of 36
Judge — February 2, 1918 — page 23: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains satirical humor pieces and cartoons typical of early 20th-century American satirical journalism. Key items: **"Unprepared" and "Patriotism"** joke about hollow patriotism—a man claims the country is unprepared for war, yet doesn't even carry life insurance. Another celebrates his uncle's death while raising an American flag, treating patriotic gestures as more important than actual welfare. **Money section** satirizes wealth and hypocrisy among the rich: a newly rich man still maintains contact with old friends (because they ask for money); financiers are mocked as angular and artificial; precise figuring mocks a laborer earning nominally a dollar annually but losing it to taxes. **"In Devastated France"** cartoon references post-WWI destruction—a soldier seeks a church in the rubble and is told to "look sharp" because it's now in a barrel, suggesting complete obliteration of landmarks. The **Words section** offers general humor about verbose, pointless conversation and teaching parrots to talk—social satire unrelated to specific events.
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to be used for ear plugs to keep the slackers from having to hear the mean things people say about them, and the cyanide is for the purpose of suicide when the cotton runs out.—New York Telegraph. Unprepared—‘“The country is in a shamefully unprepared condition,” said a patriot the other day. “Tt is,” observed his companion. ‘‘Do you pay your life insurance premium quarterly or annually?” “Life insurance?” echoed the other. “Why—I—er—don’t carry life insur- ance.”—The Virginia. | MONEY | Patriotism—Husband—(reading tele- gram)—Heavens! My rich uncle Ben has fallen and broken his neck while putting up an American flag on his porch. Wife—Three cheers for the red, white a and blue!—Akron Times. For Art's Sake is Pdire a ta mére, qu''as changé son carnet d’pain pour un billet de cinéma!” “[’m going to tell your mother you swapped her bread card for a movie —L Péle-Méle (Paris) In Constant Touch—Sociologist— Since you have become rich I suppose youare out of touch with your old friends? His Terminal—When a_ millionaire Could She Doubt?—“ Would you love Plute—Hardly that. Some of em touch — gets ready to build his first real house he | me as much if father lost his wealth?” me nearly every day.—Chicago News. is strongly attracted to the union station “He hasn’t lost it, has he? as a model.—Kunsas City Journal. “No.” Looking Into Things—*As I look “Of course I would, you silly girl."— into your eyes,” he murmured. “I sce Supposed to Be—‘Are all frenzied — Minneapolis Journal, much happiness in store for us.” financiers angular men?” “I fear there's nothing to it, Oswald,” “Of course not; why do you ask such Nothing to Say—“Money talks.” she replicd, not unkindly. a silly question?” “Yes, and all my life I’ve bee been looking into your rating.“—Aansas “Well, aren't they supposed to be poor conversationalist.”—San Francisco City Journal. made with corners?” Chronicle. Precise Figuring—‘So you get a dollar a year for working for the nation.” “To be financially exact,” replied Mr. Dustin Stax, “I don’t get a whole dollar. I have to pay a little bit back as income tax.”"—IWashington Star. WORDS The Lure of Verbiage — “Some questions are never answered.” “True. A great deal of discussion is like saying ‘Polly want a cracker?’ toa parrot. The parrot hands it back and the conversation goes on indefinitely over a cracker that nobody cared about in the first place.’—San Francisco Chronicle. SS SS he The Best Method—“If you waat to teach your parrot to talk begin with short words.” “Wouldn’t the bird take better to polly-syllables?"’ — Baltimore American. In Devastated France Despatch rider—I'm looking for the church, mate. Can you direct me? Military policeman (controlling traffic) —Yes, :but, you'll have to look sharp, my son; it’s in that barrer!”—Passing Show (London.) comicbooks.com