Judge, 1918-05-11 · page 16 of 36
Judge — May 11, 1918 — page 16: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct pieces from Judge magazine (likely WWI-era, given references to "Turks" and "Huns"): **"Politics"** (top): A satirical anecdote about machine politics. An elegantly dressed alderman helps an Irish washerwoman carry her laundry—a performative act of chivalry designed to secure her vote in the upcoming election ("Chuesday"). The joke mocks how politicians use visible charity to manipulate working-class voters, reducing democracy to transactional favors. **Military cartoons** (middle/right): Two illustrations depicting soldiers' experiences—one forgetting proper military protocol, another a sailor struggling to sleep. These appear to be humorous observations of military life rather than political satire. **"The Fighting Qualities of the Yank"** (bottom): A patriotic poem insisting American soldiers are unbeatable against foreign enemies ("Turk or Hun"). The text quotes a general claiming belief in soldiers' invincibility is a "patriotic duty"—the poem ironically agrees while questioning whether blind faith is actually necessary.
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“What did you say to Harry—if it isn’t a secret—that offended him?” “Oh, he just came in, as usual, and wanted me to play. Asked me for the ‘Humoreske.’ ” “And you wouldn’t?” *Of course not. I told him the music he really ought to listen to was that of a military band.” “Ah! Heisaslacker. And what did he say?” “Oh, it doesn’t matter.” “But I’d like to know.” “Well, as he stood sourly with his hat in his hand he said ‘I understand perfectly. You’re fond of Charley, and he used to like you to play it. I know you’d play it for him if he were here.’ ” “And what did you reply?” “How stupid you are! Haven’t I just played it?” Politics By A. B. Strour HILE waiting on a Denver corner, an eastern visitor’s atten- tion was attracted by a beautiful act of chivalry. An old Irish washerwoman struggled against the wind across the slippery crossing, bearing a great basket of clothes. An elegantly Drawn by H. C. Greexixc Tuincs We Forcet to Mention 1n Our Letters Home ‘That time you answered the alarm call with your chow pan on your head instead of your helmet! Drawn by G. B. Ixwoov After tossing in bed half the night the visiting bluejacket manages to get a little sleep. dressed man hurried to her assistance, re- lieved her of her burden and carried it up the steps of the nearby apartment house which was her destination. Setting the basket down on the top step, he lifted his hat as he turned away. The observer still pondered the scene when the woman reappeared with her emptied basket. “Pardon me,” he said, “but would you mind telling me who the gentleman was who helped you so gallantly?” “Shure, he’s the alderman of me ward. And he wants me vote come Chuesday.” The Fighting Qualities of ” the Yank By Kener L. Roseats “The belief that our soldiers are invincible is a patriotic duty.""—May. Gen. Adelbert Cronkhite. I To believe that the Yank is resistless: It’s more of a pleasure, you see; It isn’t a duty to me; I know that he’s brought up to be The reverse of downtrodden and listless. It isn’t a duty for me To believe that the Yank is resistless. sn’t a duty for me There isn’t a Turk or a Hun Who can beat him at playing or fighting; And when he is armed with a gun, There isn’t a Turk or a Hun Who’d anger him merely for fun Or consider the prospect inviting. There isn’t a Turk or a Hun Who can beat him at playing or fighting.