Judge, 1918-05-11 · page 7 of 36
Judge — May 11, 1918 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains WWI-era humor satirizing the "Back to the Soil" movement—a patriotic campaign encouraging Americans to increase agricultural production while men fought in the war. **"Cut Out for the Job"**: A rejected military recruit offers himself as a farmhand, only to be assigned to sit on abandoned eggs. The joke mocks both his unfitness and the desperation of wartime labor shortages. **"Efficiency"**: A suburbanite explains he abandoned gardening to feed his neighbor's chickens instead, claiming this "saved work." The satire targets naive urban dwellers whose thrift-garden experiments failed—they'd produce more by simply letting chickens eat the seed. **"Going the Whole Hog"**: A pig complains the farmer promised only "a taste," not full consumption—dark humor about resource allocation during wartime rationing. **"Diary of a Gardener"**: Lists mundane garden tasks ending with accidental violence (killing the neighbor's hen, broken tools), satirizing the chaotic reality versus romantic ideals of rural life. All target the gap between patriotic agricultural propaganda and messy practical reality.
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