Judge, 1918-03-02 · page 26 of 36
Judge — March 2, 1918 — page 26: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page collects short satirical jokes targeting early 20th-century college life and social conventions. Key targets include: **College Culture**: A freshman threatens suicide over suspension; students hate attending classes despite liking school—mocking academic apathy. **War References**: A waiter uses military slang ("submarines," "camouflage," "custard grenade"), and "Corporal Ras" supervises Black laborers using racial slurs and threatening authority—reflecting WWI-era military humor and deeply racist attitudes of the period. **Gender/Romance**: Multiple jokes mock courtship rituals (the woman with nail polish, kissing difficulties, a woman "composing" excuses). "The Man of the Hour" illustration shows a soldier with a woman, likely celebrating wartime romance. **Class Humor**: A "Highbrow" wants a restaurant for the waitresses, not profit—stereotyping working-class motives. The page's satire assumes educated, white, male college readers would find crude mockery of service workers, soldiers, and women amusing. The racial content is particularly jarring to modern readers.
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Oo" for the Life of a Sailor—a ppli- cant—I'd like to go to sea——” Tired Recruiting Oficer—The burlesque show. I'm on. Let’s go. College President—You are suspended for the term of three months. Freskman—Ill be dead if I hang that long. Algernon—Don’t you like to go to school? Geraldine—Oh, I don’t mind going to school, but I certainly do hate going to classes. So say we all. Lowbrow—I'm going to buy a restaurant. Highbrow—Is there any money in it? Lowbrow—Nope. But there are some fine waitresses. Guest—Noodle soup, veal with tomato sauce, and a cream pufi. Weiter (who has been at the front)—Bowl of submarines, camouflage the calf, hurl me a custard grenade. The Man of the Hour OW Could She?—“ Ah, Rosie,” I said, as I held her pretty little pink hands in my big burly brown mitts, “you have told me repeatedly that you love me and that you would fulfill my every wish. I have done everything you requested of me. Your whimsied wish has been my one desire. We have gotten along perfectly together and wonderfully noble thoughts have raked my brain. After all this, how could you put such a high polish on your fingernails when you know I like a dull finish!” If two red lips were upturned to your own With no one to gossip about it, Would you pray for endurance to let them alone? May be you would—but I doubt it. Corporal Ras (pulling out pad and pencil) —If all youse Colored Bucks don’t get on these heah logs I'll hand in yore names to the ‘lootenant.’ Private Black Jack—Gwan you ole niggah, Ise known you down in Loosyana; you all cayant write. “What is meant by a full and active mem- ber of society?” ““Why, you mutt, in order to be in society you must be full and active most of the time.” Jane—Do you knit? Susie—No. Jane—Get busy, kid, even bones knit. [— GR YALE RECORD ROBABLY Was—He—Did that Yale e you anywhere last night? we held down the sofa all evening. He—It must have been a close call. Captain—Y our rank, sir? Rookie—Don’t rub it in, cap! That’s just what the sergeant told me. Maude—His lips moved, but he didn’t say anything. Dick—It's hard to talk while kissing. First Student—We have a new book in Psych now, “How We Think.” Second Student—I thought that all sug- gestive books were suppressed. He—I've decided to enlist. She—When did you flunk out? She—Awhully sorry to have kept you waiting so long, but I was composing. He—I had a suspicion that you were making up. She—How have you been economizing? He—Used last year’s resolutions over again. comichooks sam