Judge, 1918-04-20 · page 12 of 36
Judge — April 20, 1918 — page 12: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This WWI-era page contains several satirical pieces: **"Lead, Kindly Light"** (poem): A dark parody of the hymn "Lead, Kindly Light," depicting German-Russian conflict. The "Russian" invites the German ("Teuton") into his parlor with treasures to loot; the German accepts but "rearranges" it—a euphemism for invasion and destruction. The irony: the Russian considers this "good," suggesting he's been defeated and conquered. **"A Chance for Economy"**: Criticizes government waste—specifically the printing of thousands of pamphlets about obscure dinosaurs ("Brachyceratops") distributed by senators to constituents. During wartime rationing and sacrifice, the author argues this frivolous spending should stop. **"And Yet We Talk 'Poor!'"**: A sympathetic vignette showing an Italian immigrant child wearing an old dress with stains, contrasting poverty with American entitlement—likely addressing class consciousness during wartime. The cartoons and humor reflect 1917-18 American anxieties: wartime sacrifice, government efficiency, and immigrant experiences.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
Draven by W. O. Witsox “Holy Smokes! I wish them posts would quit advancin’ in skirmishin’ order.” “Lead, Kindly Light” By Howarn Dietz ON’T you walk into my parlor,” Said the Russian to the Teut. “You will find it full of cannon And of provender to boot: You will find it full of palaces And treasuries to loot.”” “T will walk into your parlor,” Said the Teuton to the Russ, “For I think that every Russian Is a pleasant sort of cuss. But remember that I do this Just for you and not for us.” So he walked into the parlor As the Teuton said he would. And he rearranged the parlor, As a Teuton only could; And the Russian now is thinking That the Teuton did him good. And Yet We Talk ‘*Poor!" “Ts that ink spot on your dress a fresh one today?” cher asked the little Italian girl in a cross tone. No, ma’am,” said the child, her dark eyes looking sad and mortified, “that ink spot was on when Mama made me the dress. My sister Angelina, second to the oldest, got it on when the dress was hei And we think we're poor, the teacher thought to herself, if we only get two or three new dre: in a year when there are some who never own a new dress! A Chance for Economy By Kexxetu L. Rowers N all this great country, with its 102,826,309 inhabitants, one probably couldn’t find half a dozen people who would experience any great mental suffering if they weren't allowed to read up on the subject of “ Brachyceratops —A Ceratopsian Dinosaur.” None the less, the government printing office went right ahead and printed a good many pamphlets with that title; and every United States Senator has had ten of the pamphlets placed to his credit for distribu- tion among his political supporters. Now we have no particu- lar grudge against Brachyceratops or any other dinosaur, ceratopsian or otherwise; but after watching some of the sacrifices which good American men, women and children are making in order to purchase Thrift Stamps, it occurs to us that the government might fittingly toss such publications as “Brachyceratops—A Ceratopsian Dinosaur” into the discard for the duration of the war. Wise Hokus—How did he acquire his reputation for such great wisdom? Pokus—Thav’s ¢ sn’t_a subject under the sun about which he can’t remain silent and look wise. Drawn by Jos. Davis ‘Tomsry—Don’t go back there, Sandy, the woods are full of Germans! Saxpy—I gotta go back, man! I’ve lost the muffler Anna knit for me and I'd rather face the whole jBoche army than Annie without that bit 0” wool!