Judge, 1918-05-25 · page 8 of 36
Judge — May 25, 1918 — page 8: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
**Top Cartoon (Sanford Tousey):** A WWI-era trench scene showing two soldiers discussing ammunition. One reports killing only six enemy soldiers because he had only six cartridges. This satirizes military efficiency—the soldier's restraint or accuracy, or possibly critiques wasteful ammunition usage during the war. **Bottom Cartoon (J.K. Bryans):** A domestic scene where a mother asks her lazy husband to sit in the bay window and "smoke the plant in her war garden"—likely tobacco or another plant grown for the war effort. This mocks men avoiding productive work while women contribute to wartime agricultural efforts during WWI. **Main Text:** A satirical history of medicine claiming doctors use "mystery" and ritual (like tongue examination) descended from ancient temple priests and medieval superstitions. It mocks modern doctors for perpetuating theatrical nonsense while charging fees—suggesting medicine remains fundamentally unchanged shamanism dressed in scientific language. The page collectively satirizes WWI-era inefficiency and doctors' pretended expertise.
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Drawn by Saxroxo Tousey “Gee, Bill, only six today?” “Well, I only had six cartridges left in mz gun.” caused the trouble. They got the patient to stick out his tongue at the demon, so the said demon would get peeved and go away. Still remains, doesn’t it? Only now the doctor tells you he wants to look at your tongue. Don’t you believe him. It’s the old ritual. Eh? Well, didn’t I tell you it was a progressive science? Then they wrote out a curse against the ailment and sent this down to an assistant priest out at the back of the temple, and he burned it to ashes and mixed the ashes with some 120° proof ambrosia and they made the patient drink it. Getting theidea, are you? Yep. No change. Same stuff. Well, that was the start. It began in mystery, and they’re mysterious guys still, these doctors. I know they don’t do cabinet tricks; they’ve got us trained better than that. They pull the bunkum right Sithoucied by J. K. Bevaxs under our noses, and we've been trained to stand for it, and to pay then four dollars a “Say, Daddy, Ma says if you're too lazy to do any- thing else, will you please sit in the bay-wimdow an’ i smoke the plant in her war garden?” 4; patient had [ess chance to visit for it. Yes, mystery is the big theme. Along about the fifth century they began compounding pre- scriptions out of mysterious things. A hop-toad ground to powder, two pulverized beetles, a pinch of saffron jelly and three crosses on the box made a combination that would wipe out fever—unless it wiped out the patient. Four grains of mummy dust and the powdered. finger of an Ethiopian thief in a pint of Nile water was guaranteed to: dissolve a hu- mor; very frequently. it dis— solved the hopes of the rela- tives also. But when time got around to Charles I. medicine had. become an honest-to-goodness. science. _ Sometimes it was. combined with barbering and shoeing horses. The drama began to get a good hold then, and the doctors began to see that they could stage a few stunts themselves. They were still progressive, so they got to riding horses. This was so the comicbooks.com XUM