Judge, 1918-06-22 · page 6 of 36
Judge — June 22, 1918 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a narrative story (left and right columns) about Mr. and Mrs. Peet's domestic dispute, accompanied by two illustrations. The main cartoon at bottom, titled "Why Not Send the Regimental Mascots Into the Fight?", depicts soldiers and animals in combat, likely satirizing WWI military strategy. The story mocks Mr. Peet's procrastination about home improvements—Mrs. Peet demands vegetables be grown and coal bills paid, while he makes excuses about daylight hours. The narrative then shifts to him waiting at a train station, appearing dejected. The cartoon's title suggests criticism of wasteful military decisions, possibly questioning why animals were deployed in combat rather than being spared. The exact historical reference remains unclear without additional context.
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Mrs. Peet looked up quiz- zingly. “Why, good-morning, Lycurgus,” she greeted. “Are you... quite well?” “Splendid!”” assured Mr. Peet. “Delightful morning, is it not? See how green the grass and leaves and things are!” “So I’ve noticed,” she said. “Are you sure you aren’t going to be bilious again?” “What nonsense!” he pro- tested. “But it’s almost nine o’clock and you haven’t even ” “No, and I do not intend to!” declared Mr. Peet. “Now, we have bickered long enough this morning, and I might as well tell you now that from today I and Autoc- racy have nothing in common. In other words, I have chucked the job!” He glared at her defiantly. “But what shall we live on?” she questioned with disturbing practicalness. “Ladies must live, you know. And gents, too!” “Vegetables,” said Mr. Peet. “Vegetables? And what kind?” “Oh, eggplants, carrots, cabbages, parsnips, and so on.”” “But you’re not a horse!” she objected. “And I'll kill the man that says I’m a cow! “And, also,” she hurried on, “where are you to get these vegetables, and when?” “T shall raise them in my little garden,” he answered loftily. ‘‘Nature, you know, designed man to be an out-of-doors creature. And I will have an extra hour ylight, too,” he reflected. Drazen by G. B. [swoon He Passep to tae Litre Rev Station, to Wart FOR THE 10.26 “But it isn’t ready!” Mrs. Peet exploded. “Giuseppe hasn’t even turned the sod over yet!” Mr. Peet said nothing, just thought. “And another thing,” she went on, “here’s a bill from Pine & Hickory, the coal dealers, for the first delivery on your requisition according to government orders. Mr. Hickory telephoned this morn- ing that if he doesn’t get the money by the fifteenth, he'll come and take every bit of coal out of the bins, if he has to do it by hand!” Someone was always taking the joy out of life! He fin- gered the vacant rind of his grapefruit, and had half a mind to crown her with it, but relented, and threw it at the cat. “How much is the bill?” Mr. Peet asked faintly. “Forty dollars,” she said vehemently. Mr. Peet thought long and carefully. He stared out through the open window to where little birds, with nothing on their minds but tufts of feathers, wheeled and chattered in the air. Clouds piled tumultuously against the blue, and the willows swayed and whispered of clear streams and good fishin’. But it was all lost on Mr. Peet. His mouth tasted as if he were sucking a nail. She helped him on with his along the gravel to the little red station, to wait for the 10.26. And as he went he consid- ered and rejected excuse after excuse, excuse after excuse. hat. He passed Wuy Not Senn tue Recimentat Mascots Into tHe Ficut?