Judge, 1918-03-23 · page 28 of 32
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This page collects humorous anecdotes submitted by World War I soldiers, with Judge offering $5 payment for published contributions. The jokes depict camp life and soldier experiences. The cartoons mock military situations: one shows a soldier asking about stripes (promotion), another features a lady dancing with an officer who recognizes him as her former milkman, and a third depicts "Mike," a soldier whose face has become familiar to female visitors to his camp. A recurring joke—"A Whopper"—mocks a soldier's broken English and immigrant status, using offensive stereotyping common to the era. Another cartoon satirizes how soldiers' marriages deteriorate through absence ("Somebody Lied"). The page reflects WWI-era humor that often targeted immigrants and lower-class soldiers while celebrating military service. The content reveals contemporary attitudes toward ethnicity and military life that modern readers would find crude.
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