Judge, 1918-02-16 · page 5 of 36
Judge — February 16, 1918 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This is a short story rather than political satire. The illustration shows soldiers in a military camp during World War I (evident from the 1918 date and khaki uniforms). The narrative concerns Private Karr, described as a disruptive soldier who antagonizes his fellow troops and officers through insubordination and troublemaking. The dialogue reveals camp tensions: Karr insults commanding officers, refuses orders, and provokes fights with privates Sweet and Wyer. The story appears to be a morality tale about military discipline, depicting how one soldier's refusal to follow protocol and respect rank creates chaos in camp life. The illustration's caption—"I Don't Want Anything But to Get Even With That Mutt, Nutt"—suggests personal vendettas driving the conflict.
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XUM Volume 74 J Fe Number 1896 anded 1881 “THE HAPPY eMEDIUM” $5.00 a Year New York, Fesruary 16, 1918 Published Weekly “IT Don’t Want Anytuinc But to Get Even Witn Tuat Mutt, Nutr” The Trouble-Maker A Camp-Life Tragedy and One Soldier’s Daring By Carotyn WELLS Illustration by RIVATE KARR was in camp, in khaki and in a rage. “Tl fix him!” he shouted to any adjacent eardrums. “I don’t care a rap if he ts my superior officer; Ill make trouble for him!” Other boys of Camp Mudd were standing around among the camouflage. Private Wyer, who was dili- gently cleaning his shrapnel barrel with a misknit helmet, looked up warningly. “You'll make trouble for yourself, Karr,” he said; “and you're too sensitive, anyhow. Don’t be a Human Mimo: Colonel Nutt didn’t mean anything by what he said.” ‘ ‘Didn’t_ mean anything! The pig-headed, bull- , dogged —” There, there, don’t make him out a zoo. You’re all het up, Cutie. Want my Vanity Case?” “Ugh! I don’t want anything but to get even with that mutt, Nutt. I'd like to draw and quarter him, tar ne Cuares SarKA and feather him, ride him on a rail and make him walk the plank! Those are figures of speech—but figures can’t lie!” “Watcha gointa do to him?” asked Private Sweet, settling his chevron more firmly on his bullet-shaped head. “You know you’re courting court-martial. Privates don’t insult Colonels and get away with it.” “T’m not going to insult him,” roared Karr. “I said I’d make trouble for him, and I will, too! I’m mad all through. This east wind always gives me neuralgia; and I was jabbed by the doctor this morn- ing and it’s as sore as a bee-sting 2 “And he didn’t get any letter from his girlie this morning—oh, I know! I saw you look over your mail, and I says to myself, says I, ‘Karr will break loose some- how, before long’; so I did, also, which he done!” Sweet had an irritating way with him, and Karr had all the irritation he could stand up under. “You look as if you’d lingered in the Bundle Line,” comicbooks.com