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This Judge magazine page contains WWI-era military humor from Army and Navy publications. The main content includes: **"Mascots"** - A humorous account of stray dogs adopting themselves to soldiers at Camp Wadsworth. The piece describes how unattached mongrels show up at drill fields daily, seeking adoption by individual soldiers who name and claim them as company mascots. The satire plays on soldiers' sentimentality—tough soldiers become sentimental pet owners, tethering dogs to cots and promising them scraps from the cookhouse. **"His Quandary"** and **"A Melting Pot"** are brief jokes: the first mocks military rank confusion; the second humorously notes how army camps brought together people of different religions and backgrounds who wouldn't normally socialize. The cartoons depict soldiers in camp life situations. The page is primarily **advertising and entertainment content** rather than political satire, reflecting how Judge mixed humor about soldiers' everyday experiences with commercial advertisements.

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SERVICE, PINGS Special Pricer om orders of six or more. TALOG FREE C.K. GROUSE CO., Manufacture 121 Bruce Ave. "North Attle FREE Trial PIEDMONT RED CEDAR CHESTS vis ‘alog. Pontpald tree. big Cat Piedmont Red Cedar Chest Co., reeceeet Red Cote Chest Ce Dore Se Sesterniies BS | 42, Statesville, N. C. “MADE | “MADE AT KEY WEST— | au GARS His Quandary A private in one of the camps was asked if he would like to be promoted. “Tt all depends on what you mean by promo- tion,” he replied. “I don’t think I know enough to be a sergeant, but I know too much to be second lieutenant.”—Trench and Camp. What a Change! —Our Navy. A Melting Pot A Presbyterian Elder From up The State Came into camp The other day and He wondered If his reputation Would Be hurt By going to the Boxing match At the K. C. hall in The evening (Selah) When he Arrived He discovered that He was seated in the same Row with A Baptist deacon; two Methodist preachers; three Catholic priests; six Y. M. C. A. secre- taries, and a ladies’ quartet from one of the big city choirs.—Trench and Camp. FUN FROM THE FIGHTERS Good Things in Our Army and Navy Publications Mascots By Corrorat Harny T. Mircuett, Co. L, 107 Inf. hungry and_het- OMELESS, home erogeneous specimens of the Ki-Yi family seemed to be drawn toward Camp Wadsworth from the beginning of things. They have been plodding into camp in droves, from where, nobody seems to know or care. And once here, they fall into as many hands, each of ’em, asa book from a circulating library. They are alternately welcomed and kicked out. They are the one-night stands of dogdom. Life for them isn’t always made up of long naps and big meals. | But— Rover and his friends hang on. Every morning the assorted and unattached candidates for regular mascot jobs show up on one or another of the several drill fields. There they squat on their lean haunches and wag- gishly review the business of squads this way and that. They are comparing the possibilities between companies. At the end of the drill period they decide on an outfit and string along behind it, their watery eyes brimming with hope. On its way to quarters the company so favored gives one the impression of a huge kite; the dogs forming the tail. When the “topper” bawls, “ Dismisssst!” and the men start for their tents, the canine crew makes its bid for favor. The mutts merrily scamper among the fellows and yap discordantly, pawing, sniffing and, in every other way given them, seeking to make friends. And nearly always they succeed. He's a poor perp, indeed, that doesn’t get himself dragged into a tent and temporarily adopted. Here’s about the way it usually goes: Somebody reaches a rough but kindly hand and takes Rover by the scruff of the neck. Next, Rover finds himself with a hank of rope round his neck and tethered to a cot, with a voice speaking to him in this fashion: “Now, you sonuvagun, yore name is Maitland” (naming a fellow squad-member) “and yore my dawg. If any guy in the tent says ‘Boo!’ or any- YOU'D THINK WE WERE GOING TO A BALL OR SOME THING {INSTEAD GF OUT IN_sTH' Myp!! —Weadsworth Gas Attack. thing else you don’t like just you up and chav’ ‘im in the leg. up to the cookhouse and rustle a bone for you" Now, the bow-wows round the regiment a almost invariably even-tempered. Most ¢ them also are too polite to enter a strange tet} without being invited or dragged in. But t goats—well, “Jim,” “Pontius” and “Cle display the innocent gentleness of lambs o minute and the next minute behave like the members of the ‘“Gas-House Gang” on? rampage. They horn into any tent that su their fancy; butt a few of the occupants; bit a piece out of the stove; and escape int direction of the picket line, with the air ove thers whirring with hurtling shoes, messiss brushes, books, and bellowed — cuss-word They’re plain or nd the Supply Compasy men love ‘em fo: Seventh Regiment Gave The House of Taylor HOTEL MARTINIQUE Broadway, 32d Street New York One Block from Pennsylvania Station Equally Convenient for Amusements, Shopping or Business 157 Pleasant Rooms $2.50 PER DAY with Private Bath, 257 Excellent Rooms, with Private $3.00 PER DAY Bath, facing street, s thern exposure Also Attractive Rooms for $1.50 The Restaurant Prices Are Most Moderate Lay down there now and Ilp)= leadin “The weloom: Stick accordi: drop in i to sol every cheerier Or hailor’s orat th 15 issue Judge, comicbooks.com