Judge, 1918-02-02 · page 26 of 36
Judge — February 2, 1918 — page 26: what you’re looking at
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This is a humor page from Judge featuring collegiate jokes and satirical verses. Key content: **"Recipe for German Kultur"** is wartime satire attacking Germany during World War I, listing grotesque ingredients (broken oaths, blood, bombs) as a recipe—mocking German militarism and imperialism as barbaric. **"The Sultan"** poem appears to reference the Ottoman Empire's precarious position during WWI, depicting the Sultan as fearful and morally compromised, caught between the Germans and the failing Dardanelles defense. **College humor pieces** mock student life: expensive language courses, poor dining hall food (repetitive grain-based meals), and romantic misadventures. **Gender jokes** are period-typical: women's appearance, voice changes when emotional, and the innuendo about "magnetic" women and short skirts. The overall tone is typical of 1910s Judge—patriotic wartime sentiment mixed with mildly risqué collegiate humor aimed at educated readers.
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ecm ee a A OT RES UT WITH THE COLLE Dipping Débutantes—7/is Isn't there a stick in this punch? Last year’s—Yes, but it is water-logged. Lampoon. Recipe for German Kultur—Take a bit of Turkey and roll it in crumbled cathedrals. When this is sizzling well add a lot of wild oats, drop in large quantities of poached property and scrambled retreats. Break an oath in it, and stir with cold steel. Add enough blood to give the proper thick- ness, turn on the gas, and heat the whole red hot with liquid fire. When it is done, gar- nish with cracked hearts and drop bombs on, and you will have a dish fit for William and other Hungary people. The Sultan (With the usuals to W. Wordsworth, Esq.) He dwelt among the Infidels, ‘The Kaiser at his back; He always feared the Dardanelles Would some fine morning crack. All day the bitter tears he wept, Embittered by his lot, And wondered why he had not kept Some covenant with Gott He lived accursed and none could say They loved his kind old face, If he had not been sultan, oh, The difference to his race! Syracuse Universit RACING Languages—Father of Fresh -These language courses are too ex- pensive. Here my son has been charged $20 extra for English. Father of Soph—Nou're right they are expensive. My son has an $85 extra on his account for Scotch Mr. Hoover, a Medal, Please—‘I got three regular meals at the Commons yesterday.” “ How can it be?” “Oatmeal, cornmeal, and Indian meal.” “What is your fortune, my pretty maid?” “My face is my fortune, sir,” she said. he cried, “that is a good joke! ke hands on it, girl, for we're both dead broke.” When We Get Home—“And I am the only girl you ever loved?” Certainly, darling.” hen why have you called me Ruth tea times this evening when my name is Ethel?” The Iota Koff Grippe—Frat man—Met a fellow on the train going home who gave me the grip. She—What ner And did you really carry it off the car for him? GE WITS nell University AR Cloth—“That’s a queerly cut ner jacket you have on.” “This is not a dinner jacket, it’s a meal sack.” “L know the people are behind me,” cried the pacifist orator. And if you don’t start moving they may ch up to you,” cried a menacing voice in the audience. “Thad a dreadful dream last night.” Tell me about ii “Sally was talking to me so sweetly; I hung on to every word, and then——” “Her voice broke.” “Just think, if all switches were electric how much more magnetic many women would be.” Clarence—I can't see why you wear your skirts so short, Claire. Claire (amazedly)—You can't?