Judge, 1918-06-29 · page 17 of 37
Judge — June 29, 1918 — page 17: what you’re looking at
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This page collects brief humorous anecdotes organized by topic. The **"Doctors"** section satirizes medical practice and patient behavior: jokes mock diagnosis based on wealth (a prosperous patient gets priority), inherited money as a diagnostic clue, and doctors' bills inflating charges. One anecdote humorously depicts a child unable to distinguish left from right arm. The **"Sex"** section contains lighter domestic humor. One joke plays on a wife forgetting to ask her husband for money. Another references a Chicago doctor's prediction that women will be bearded in a century—period commentary on changing gender roles, likely alluding to women's suffrage debates. The cartoon "Like a Bloomin' Zebra" appears to reference war-related rationing or "service stripes." The closing jokes address modern anxieties: a young politician's romantic attention raises questions about whether he seeks the woman or her vote—reflecting early 20th-century female political engagement and suspicion of male motives. Overall, the page uses gentle satire to comment on class, medicine, gender, and politics of its era.
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XUM “Gr [SY SO TN 7S A Digest ot the Worldir Hamor Ry The Witiest THOUGHCS s from the Prightest Minds a me \ jo EeNUY > | > Ss | DOCTORS An Easy Diagnosis—Thcre was a long line of waiting patients when he entered the doctor's office, but he didn’t seem to care for that. And his nonchalance was soon justified, for the assistant came out, looked the patients over, and said to this tardy arrival: “You are next.” It was his air of prosperity that got him this favor, for he had never been there before In the office the physician greeted him cordially too. He examined him gently, . briefly. Then he said: pepsia.”” “] know it,”’ said the patient, languidly. “Yes, of course you would know it Now, how long have you suffered from it?” “Well, let's see. L inherited my money in ror That fixed the date, and the doctor yas able to go ahead with the case.— Cleveland Plain Dealer. Precaution—The other da of little girls came to a phys to be vaccinated. One of them under- took to speak for the other, and ex- plained: “Doctor, this is my sister. She is too young to know her left arm from her right mamma washed both of them.” Doctor’ 's Leisure Hour, Sick Medico—Jones—I called a doc- tor last night. Smith—Who was sick? Jones—He was when he saw the kind of a hand I held.— Milestones. Combination Job—Briggs—Did the doctor build you up as he said he would? Griggs—Ves, and judging from his bill he charged me both as a physician anda first- class constructor.—Boston Transcript. A. Prescription—“Nervous _break- down, debility; nothing much to worry about. Get in the country, long walks in the open air, etc. No alcohol in any form, and—— The patient sighed wearily. The doctor packed away his tools. “And one cigar a day “Oh, doctor—not that “One cigar a da doctor, inexorably. Six weeks later the patient returned to town. “How do you feel?” queried the doc- tor. reiterated the THE SEX Explained—Daugihter—Papa went off in great good humor this morning. Mother—Mercy! That reminds me 1 forgot to ask him for any money.—Boston Transcript. Future Possibility—‘‘ Women,” we are assured by a Chicago doctor, “will all be bearded in another century.” One Like a Bloomin’ Zebra 25927? FSSSOSSS “Splendid! Fit as a fi “And you liked it a ey everything cigar. The doctor wagged his head and smiled. “The tobacco habit, my dear sir “Isn’t any joke,” put in the patient, rucfully. “It wants a bit of doing for a man at my time of life to take up smok- ing!’—London Fun, the one thing more to quarrel about—the safety razor!—Buffalo News. Another Problem—“ That young pol- itician | is paying you marked attention, girli “Um, yes. Another problem added to our girlish troubles.” “Eh, what?” “Ts he after me or my vote?”—Louis- ville Courier-Journal. comicbooks.com