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This February 1918 page from *Judge* contains three soldier humor comics meant to entertain the home front during World War I. **"Waiting"**: A raw recruit, ordered to groom a horse, hasn't cleaned its hooves because the horse won't lie down—he's been standing on them. The joke mocks the recruit's literal-minded incompetence. **"Not Frightened"**: A private fails to salute a colonel, then admits he didn't know who the officer was. The humor lies in the private's irreverent response: he's "lucky" the man is merely a colonel, not a higher-ranking officer. **"Should Be Thankful"**: A general, dressed unpretentiously, doesn't demand a salute from a rookie who didn't recognize him. The general jokes that the recruit should be grateful—newly-commissioned second lieutenants are far more rigid about protocol. These jokes depict soldiers as amusingly naive or disrespectful of rank, poking gentle fun at military hierarchy and recruit incompetence. The facing advertisement for Bell System telephone service presents the company as patriotically supporting the war effort through communication infrastructure.

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A > February 2, 1918 ] Fun from the Soldiers | Waiting fy G. R. Grant, Bat, A, 136th F, A, Montgomery, Ma. JONES was a raw recruit just arrived. The second day of his army life he was put on the picket line grooming horses. The stable sergeant having given the command to groom, sauntered around to see how the work was progressing. He | found Jones with an anxious and ex- pectant look on his face. “Well, Jones, have you groomed your .” he replied obediently. you cleaned out his hoofs?” sitated. “No, sir—he’s been standing on them, sir, and I’ve waited over ten minutes for him to lay down.” Not Frightened By Bruce Cole, Army ¥.W.C. A., Camp Dade, Lowa | Private Jones was doing his first guard duty. An officer approached and Jones failed to salute. The officer halted and said pompously, “My man, do you know who I am?” Jones admitted his ignorance. “I’m a colonel,” the officer said. Jones grinned and said, “Gee, you wuz lucky. They made me just a private.” Should Be Thankful By Bruce Cole, Army Y.W.C. Aq Camp Dodge, Lowa. The cantonment commander is a very unpretentious-looking officer, so when a Wah, th-Proof Rea Clans SAVE sts CLOTHES In The Nation’s Service America is sending its best men | to fight for freedom, and in their honor the whole land is dotted with service flags carrying the stars of | sacrifice. It is a far cry from the crowded city streets, above which floats our service flag, to the telephone exchange hid- den in the front-line trenches. But the actuating spirit of service here and abroad remains unchanged. The Stars and Stripes is the em- yy ré Rae One Policy AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY | AND ASSOCIATED COMPANIES | One System blem which unites us in war for human liberty and national honor. | The service flag is the emblem] which unites us in mutual sympathy } for the men who give themselves} and for those who give their men. These flags should inspire all citi-| zens to greater endeavor and greater | sacrifice. As one of the agencies of preparation and military support, the! Bell System is honored by the op- portunity to do its share. Universal Service rookie approached him with a question and failed to salute he merely smiled, an- swered the question, and then said in a kindly tone, “Do you know that you are supposed to salute an officer?” The rookie stared, then stammered, “Gee, mister, | didn’t know you was an officer.”” The general smiled quietly and said, “You should be thankful that I’m just a Major General and not one of those newly- commissioned second lieutenants.” Unlucky for Somebody By Pricate J. Sterchen, Post Hospital, Ft. Des Moines, Lowa First recruit—Say, Bill, I wonder what they use that cannon over there for. Second recruit—Oh, I hear that they fire the morning and evening salute with it. First recruit—I ‘wonder where the bullet hits. Second recruit—Gosh, I don’t know!