Judge, 1918-02-23 · page 3 of 36
Judge — February 23, 1918 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
The central cartoon depicts two military officers (appearing to be German, based on the spiked Prussian helmets and uniforms) seated at a table labeled "GERMANY," licking a plate clean. The caption "Between Them Both They Licked the Platter Clean" suggests commentary on German wartime food rationing or scarcity. The surrounding dialogue snippets mock domestic economy during what appears to be WWI—wives bragging about feeding families cheaply, husbands struggling financially. The upper section contrasts a "wise" woman who economizes by husbanding her means. This page satirizes both enemy deprivation and American home-front economic pressures, using the German officers as visual metaphor for national resource depletion during wartime. The humor relies on audiences understanding Germany faced severe food shortages during the war.
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Food Conservation R. JUSTWE D—This sou M oe very thin. What did you use for stock? His Bride—Why, you see, Mr. Hoover advises us to use the water food has been boiled in, so I used the broth from the boiled eggs. Draven by Rovxex ‘THossox r i! {i The Difference YVVIsE Guy—When a single wo- man_ believes_in_ practicing economy she husbands her means. The really wise—And when a mar- tied woman believes that economy should be practiced she means her husband. “Berween Tuem Botu Tuey Lickep THE PLatrer CLEAN” He Also Fancied So VAN ANTLER (to departing but- ler)—Well, James, I fancy you'll have a hard time getting another place. Butler—I fawncy so, sir. After being with you a matter of six months, sir, it will take me some time, sir, to get back to form. How They Managed WV th Lis—our Sunday dinner costs us a dollar for five of us. That’s economy, isn’t it? Gillis—I’ve got you beaten. Ours costs 35 cents for seven of us. Willis—How do you manage it? Gillis—We take the trolley out to my mother-in-law’s.