Judge, 1918-03-16 · page 32 of 38
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This page from *Judge* contains several satirical pieces reflecting early 20th-century American concerns: **"From a Sinner's Diary"** offers cynical observations on marriage, war preparedness (referencing Germany's threat), and human nature—typical of the magazine's irreverent social commentary. **"A Poser"** is a humorous anecdote about a persistent boy trying to carry a man's bag, playing on the absurdity of unwanted persistence. **"Vernon Castle" poem** appears to be a sincere apology to the famous dancer Vernon Castle (1887-1918), whom the author had previously mocked in satirical pieces. The shift from mockery to reverence suggests Castle's death, as he died in a plane crash during WWI service. **"The Curse of Drink"** advertises a popular cartoon print available for purchase, depicting childhood mischief related to alcohol—suggesting temperance-era moral messaging. The page predominantly mixes lighthearted satire with advertisements for "nerve force" tonics and clipping services, reflecting *Judge*'s blend of humor and commercial interests.
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NERVE FORCE | N nervous system ts the most ie ous giftof Nature. ‘To be dull nerved, means to be dull brained— nsensible to the higher things in there lies st strength, and there your grea weakness. If ou are tired, depressed, nervous, irritable, cannot sleep and d your food, it means that nerve force is 1 Yon Boeck 25 cents (coin or stamps). re From a Sinner’s Diary Ry Lyxetre Freesee O be remembered—stay too long or | not long enough. Age of helplessness—A man from A woman after ninety, possibly. Home—Where some woman is workin for nothing, and standing the unable to get away. Don’t be too good. many mourners. It always tickles me to see a fifteen- pound rooster skulking and running to get away from a four-ounce hawk. From being proper so much when we’re watched, it’s a wonder we don’t some- times become so when alone. Would I could tighten up my teeth with the buggy wrench like I can my cultivator’s. - I know a man who loves hounds. I guess because they’re the only thing he can swear at and maul and they’ll still kiss his hand. So you hate to go to war and leave your little girls? What about ’em if Germany comes here? Waste—what somcone else wants. A dull knife makes a young hen tough as an old rooster. I much prefer manless money to money- less man. A well man is more bother than a sick woman. But then, I don’t know but a well woman is more bother than a sick man. I’ve had good long tests of both, and let me be a pauper allowed to feel like a prince, rather than a prince being made to feel like a pauper. We're all crippled somewhere—legs, head or spirit. What a snap it would be to run an- other’s business. But our own is so com- plicated! ROMEIKE’ We will send you all newspaper es § clippings which may appear about you, your fete nds, or any subject on which you may want to be “up-t very newspaper and periodical of impor- tance in the United States and Europe is searched. $5.00 for 100 notices. HENRY ROMEIKE, 106-110 Seventh Ave., N.Y. birth. “sass,” You'll leave too PRESS CUTTING BUREAU Terms, A Poser “CARRY yer bag?” asked an eager little boy to a man who was hurry- ing toward the railroad station. “No, thanks!” shortly replied the man. “T'll carry it all the way to the station for a dime,” persisted the lad. “T tell you I don’t want it carried,” impatiently retorted the man. “Don’t yer?” said the boy, running along with the man. “No, I don’t!” angrily replied the man. “Then,” asked the boy, “what are you carrying it for?” Disarmament First cullud porter—I guess ol’ Johnson done turn cist. Second cullud porter—Sho ‘nough? First cullud porter—Yep. He's gone an’ bot hisself a safety razor. Bill Vernon Castle (A Paragrapher’s Atonement) By W. Kee Maxweut Photo by Ira Hull N other days my paragraphic wit I Found you a fruitful subject for its jibes; You were my butt for daily diatribes, Prolific text for many a scornful skit. It was my gleeful privilege to twit, In rivalry with sundry other scribes (Applause and paltry stipends as our bribes), A tango trotter as a comic bit. But now—the wit which framed the idle jest Is groping vainly for a worthy phrase To voice a soul-deep sorrow; unexpressed The sentences that throng to sing your praise. For heedless fling and supercilious jeers I offer you atonement of my tears! “The Curse of Drink’ Even the most exemplary of men has some youthful misdeed to look back upon. This amusing picture may have been you, back in the dim and wicked past. It has proved one of Judge’s most popular subjects and has been reprinted, i full colors, mounted on a heavy mat, 11 x 14, ready for the frame. It will be mailed post free for twenty-five cents, stamps, Judge Art Print Department 225 Fifth Avenue New York City or with the attached coupon Judge Art Print Dept. 225 Fifth Avenue New York City Enclosed find $.25, for which please send me one copy of “The Curse of Drink” as advertised. comicbooks.com