Judge, 1918-04-27 · page 13 of 36
Judge — April 27, 1918 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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The main illustration depicts a dramatic WWI naval scene: a depth bomb explosion in the North Sea, with a grotesque creature (likely representing a German U-boat or submarine) caught in the blast. The accompanying narrative describes Lord Minturn, a newly-titled English airman, who is wounded and nursed by Miss Warding—a romantic wartime encounter. Below are brief humorous shorts reflecting 1910s-20s American domestic life: - **Hoover's Influence**: References Herbert Hoover's wartime food conservation campaign, mocking a sick man refusing to waste medicine - **Fashion/Class humor**: A woman in a revealing "peekaboo waist" claims her fur hat keeps her warm - **Domestic comedy**: Miscommunications about pen names, haircuts, melon-cutting etiquette, and relationship "investments" The page blends serious war content with lighthearted social satire typical of Judge's mixed editorial approach.
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XUM MU, Mpa yy HEL) Draven by Joux Conacuer Tue Dertu Boms Astonishing Occurrence in the North Sea here with me—he is magnificent! I would follow him to the end!” “Lord Minturn?” “Yes. I saw you go out with him. Do you know him, perhaps? He is but lately a lord. Yet it seems to make him a greater airman. Strange laws those of the English as to nobility, are they not? Another Eng- lishman who bore the title, also an officer, was killed in Flanders.” War surprises never end. Three days later Lord Minturn was brought to the dressing-station, seriously wounded. Miss Warding was assigned as his nurse. Hoover's Influence Wife—Since this medicine isn’t doing you any good I'll throw it away. Sick Man—No, no, not that! I'll drink it when I get better. Mr. Hoover doesn’t want us to waste anything, you know. Impossible “‘Ain’t you cold, dearie, in that peekaboo waist?” “How could I be cold, ma? Ain’t I got fur on my hat?” Quite a Coincidence “*Rawley Jones’? Why, that’s my husband’s pen name,” said the lady of the house. “Ain’t it funny,” marvelled the cook. one too. Up in the pen they call him ‘Glyc Unconscious Humor “T think it’s a good time to tell that big brute what I think of him. Don’t you?” “Well, I don’t know. The hospitals are pretty crowded just now.” His Desire Barber—What’ll you have on your head, sir? Victim—Hair. Careless Men! Husband—They are going to cut a melon on my stock today! Wife—Oh, how untidy! Why don’t they use a plate! Only Fair “ And why should I give you a kiss?” “Well, I just paid your little brother fifty cents to stay out of the room. I'd like some return on the investment.” comicbooks.com