Judge, 1918-04-27 · page 22 of 36
Judge — April 27, 1918 — page 22: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Judge* magazine contains brief humorous anecdotes (labeled "Young Things," "Knockers," and "Literature") plus one political cartoon. The **cartoon "Undaunted"** depicts a WWI soldier standing firm amid battlefield chaos—rifles stacked nearby, landscape scarred. The caption credits Rollin Kirby and references "Britain Very Much on the Job." This satirizes British resolve during World War I, likely from the American perspective during or shortly after the conflict, celebrating British military determination despite brutal conditions. The text sections are light domestic humor: men and women bantering about romance, dating, and marriage. These jokes—about proposals, eating, gambling, and unreliable behavior—reflect early 20th-century courtship anxieties and gender stereotypes common to *Judge's* satirical tone. The **"Game Bird"** section, credited to *Le Rire* (Paris), uses French dialogue about an "ace" who is "flighty"—a playful double meaning treating romantic success like gambling or aviation. Overall, the page mixes wartime patriotism with light social satire about courtship and character flaws.
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YOUNG THI | GS | Call Again—He—It would be a mighty dull world for you girls if all the men should suddenly leave it. She—Oh, we should still have you college boys left. — Boston Tran- script. Perfectly Safe—“I have read that the most dangerous thing a girl can do is to throw her arms around a man in case the boat upsets.” Uh,” said the man. ‘Perhaps so. boat is perfectly safe, however. Louisville Courier-Journal. Thrifty Suitor—He—I am a poor man, you know. She—When we are married I can learn to cook, dear. He—Hadn't you better practise while your father is supplying the raw mate- tials?—Boston Transcript. Took No Chance—Clara—I wouldn't wear my hair down over my ears for anything. Egbert—Don’t you admire the fashion? Clara—Yes; but suppose some man should propose and I didn’t hear him.— Pearson's. Accepted — Bob—You look sweet enough to eat. Gertie—I do eat. Where shall we go?— London Tit-Bits. Sweet maid, whose charms I’m glad to sing, Forgive this from a lovelorn chap— Would you were Winter, I were Spring, That you might linger in my lap. Washington State Weekly. Feminine Wiles—She—If you could have only one wish, what would it be? He—It would be that—that—that— oh, if I only dared to tell you what it would be. She—Well, go on. Why do you sup- pose I brought up the wishing subject?— Ottumwa Courier. Undaunted Britain Very Much on the Job.—Rollin Kirby in the N. Y, World. A Game Bird “Mest épatant! Crest un as!” “Seulement—un as—est volage!” “Isn't he wonderful!—an ace, you know.” “Look out, though; these aces are high- flyers!"—Le Rire (Paris). The Limit—“Unreliable?” said the Pessimist, referring to a shiftless neigh- bor. “Why that guy’s as unreliable as a woman’s watch.”"—Akron Times. Those Dear Girls—Jess— How do you suppose he came to propose to me? Bess—Got tired of talking about the weather, probably.—Boston Transcript. A Hoodoo—“I suppose you place a bet occasionally on the ponies?” said the spectator who was willing to lose a few dollars just for the fun of the thing. “Oh, yes,” replied the man who was wearing a purple vest. “How about this horse, Isabel, entered in the second race?” “TI wouldn’t bet on that horse if she were a 100-to-1 shot. I’m paying al mony to a woman whose first name is Isabel.”"—Birmingham A ge-Herald. | LITERATURE | Twig-Like—During a brief visit to the editorial rooms, Jones remarked: “Do you know, I fancy I have quite a literary bent?” . “That’s all right,” replied the editor- in-chief. “Keep right on, and you'll be more than bent—you'll be broke!”"—The Fifth Avenue Bus.