Judge, 1918-02-16 · page 6 of 36
Judge — February 16, 1918 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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This page combines a serialized story and separate article. The main narrative depicts a conflict between Private Karr and Private Sweet over a promise to cause trouble for Colonel Nutt at a dinner party. The story appears to be light military humor involving soldiers and their officer, with dialogue emphasizing honor and a soldier's word. The separate section titled "Army Knitting" features Bettina, who knits a sweater for soldiers. The accompanying illustration shows a woman knitting. The cartoon at the bottom, "A Holiday Parade in the Poultry Yard," appears to be humorous animal content unrelated to the main story. Without clearer political references or identifiable caricatures, the primary appeal seems to be domestic wartime humor and patriotic content rather than sharp political satire.
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by R. B. Pures Freezixc Parrior—A lump a day keeps the Kaiser away. he jeered at Sweet. ‘You're sweater’s too big and your muffler’s off color, and “Oh, but you ought to see my socks!” said Sweet, gayly. ‘They were made by some nutty knitter and they’re full of knots and notes.” “Are women people?” demanded Wyer, who had finished oiling his chevrons, and he rose to go. “My girl sent me a filet lace pillow, with ‘Bacco’ on it. I think she thought it was for a smoking-room. Come on over to the recreation place; there’s a new box of beoks there.” “T know ’em,” growled Private Karr. literature and worn-out records.”” “Well, we can go over there and loaf.” “Yes, lounge about in our leisure moments, on wet benches in a flapping tent, and listen to ‘John Brown's Body’ on a busted machine.” “Bess hims ickle heart, him was all upset, wasn’t him? Guess you forget we're invited to Colonel Nutt’s to Sunday dinner on the morrow. Goin’ to send fer us in his motor. They say he has a corking country home. Gonta make trouble for him, right then and there? “Gladiowa Yes, Iam. I said I would and [ will. You fel- lows make me sick. Goo’ by. : Private Karr tipped his holster and walked away, as disgruntled a soldier as ever wore a canteen. He considered he had a case against Colonel Nutt, who had hurt Karr’s feelings like everything. And he meant to get even. The next day was a glorious Sunday. The wind had veered, the rain had cleared and the blessed sunlight had appeared. Besides which and in addition to, Private Karr had received a darling letter from the girl he left behind him, also his wicked jab of inoculation had ceased from troubling and his neuralgia was at rest. When taps sounded he went blithely to the Taproom for breakfast, and there he found Private Sweet lined up and waiting for him. “Don’t forget your vow, Karr,” he said, sugarly; “a soldier’s word is his bond. You said you’d make trouble for old Nutt, and you'll have to do it. I'll be there to see the fun. Wake me up when Kirby dies.” “T shall not break my word,” said Karr, coldly, though he turned hot all ove: “T shall do exactly what I said I should.” “What?” “T said I’d make trouble for Colonel Nutt, and I shall. That is all.” “But, I say, whatcha call trouble? Watcha mean, make trouble? And whenye gointa do it?” “I’m not obliged.to tell you all the details, but i will occur at the Colonel’s own dinner party, today. “Whee! Today! At his own table?” “Yes, I swear it.” “But, looky here, it’s gotta be real trouble. No fool game.” Private Karr turned on Private Sweet and glared at him. His temper was just about torn up by the roots, “Listen here,” he said, throwing off his reveille in the glow of his righteous anger, “if I promise to make trouble for Colonel Nutt, that the whole world will call trouble, will that satisfy you? If I make trouble for him that Theodore Roosevelt and Kitchener of Khar- toum have declared to be trouble, that General Per- shing, if he were present, would acknowledge was trouble—will that do? Shall I have kept my word? Trouble, indeed!” Private Sweet looked as if he had troubles of his own. This thing was going too far. He knew Karr was a fire-eater, that he lost his temper to the pitch of foolhardiness, but Sweet didn’t want him court- martialed and ostracized, just because he, Sweet, had egged him on! He pulled his pontoon from his hip pocket, and wiped his heated brow. Private Karr lit a cigarette and out. The two met again at Colonel Nutt’s pleasant and hospitable dinner table. Mrs. Nutt and the little Nutts were cordial and kindly. Private Karr looked handsome but resolute, and at last there chanced to be a pause in the mess talk. “Colonel Nutt,” said Private Karr, smiling, “I'll trouble you for the salt.” Army Knitting By Cortxxe Rockwett Swat TINA knits a sweater of acute cerul blue, With fuzzy cuffs and collar of a maltese-pussy hue; But although this giddy garment looks unmilitary quite, Bettina’s not a slacker—no, she quickly sets you right! s knitting for an army lad, on leave at Eastertid Who's bound to claim and keep it—with her pretty A Hottway Pagave tx tHe Pouttry Yarp comicbooks.com