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This page from *Judge* (June 8, 1918) features an illustrated story titled "And It Shall Return a Hundredfold" by H. Varley, illustrated by Albert Hencke. The cartoon depicts a wartime encounter on a troop train during World War I. An elderly woman appears to give a young American soldier a motherly smile through a train window. The text indicates this is a sentimental scene about soldiers heading to battle. The story's title suggests a moral theme about kindness returning to the giver. Published near the war's end, this reflects the American public's emotional investment in their soldiers and the sentimentality surrounding WWI service. The illustration emphasizes human connection during wartime rather than explicit satire or political criticism.

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Volume 74 Founded 881 Number 1912 “THE HAFPY eMEDIUM” $5.00 a Year New York, June 8, 1918 Published Weekly \ | / lH woNewe SHE GAVE HIM FOR GREETING THE MOST MOTHERLY SORT OF A SMILE ‘And It Shall Return a Hundredfold” By H. Variey Illustrated by Avpert HeNnckE VERY window of the long troop-train was a frame for that most splendid picture of all— American youths in khaki. They were break- ing camp for the Big Trail. For some reason the train was waiting idly on the Long Island tracks. Another train—a regular—on the next track, came to a stand-still with a diminuendo shriek of airbrakes. Only the small space “between tracks” separated the two trains. In an instant windows went up; there was much laughter, banter and jokes in which the Kaiser figured promi- nently. In one seat of the regular train was an elderly woman. She was a tiny thing, pale-faced, white- haired, but with an inexpressible tenderness in her wonderful gray eyes which someway had not grown old with the rest of her. On her breast was a service pin with two stars. She looked out of the open window, caught the eyes of the young private leaning out of the opposite car and gave him for greeting the most motherly sort of a