Judge, 1918-06-29 · page 8 of 37
Judge — June 29, 1918 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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This Judge magazine page contains three pieces reflecting World War I-era American concerns: **"An Ace Takes a Jack"** (top cartoon): Military aviation terminology—an "ace" pilot and a "jack" (likely a junior officer or enlisted man). The sketch shows an aircraft, referencing the then-novel aerial warfare that fascinated the public. **"Beyond Words"** (left story): Depicts a husband and wife who separately decide to volunteer for WWI service—he as a soldier, she as a nurse in France. Their mutual sacrifice and the poignancy of leaving their daughter reflect how the war affected American families and the era's gender expectations (women could serve as nurses). **"An Object Lesson"** and **"Military Necessity"** (right): The first mocks a man who admires women only through Sunday newspaper pictures pinned in his room, too poor or obscure to meet real women. The second shows a child disciplined by invoking military consequences, satirizing how war rhetoric permeated civilian life. The page reflects WWI's cultural dominance in American public discourse circa 1917-1918.
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Drawn by Catvert Satu An “Ace” Taxes a “Jack” Beyond Words By Tom L. Masson + AT first it had seemed impossible, but after all, once he had made his decision, everything would straighten itself out. Then, when he had made it, he recognized that it couldn’t have been any other way. He would volunteer tomorrow. His There would be a mo- wife should know at once. ment of pain, but she would reconcile herself to it. Then, she would have their little girl. That would mean every- thing to her. He hurried home. When he came in his wife was waiting forhim. She came to the door to greet him. This was unusual, because she was quite a busy person, and it was customary for him to seek her out. He looked at her face, and saw in it something that he had never seen before. “T’'ve got to tell you,” she | said quietly. “I’m go- ing. “Where?” “As a nurse. It’s all been arranged. I’m going to France. You know my experience counts. I didn’t want to tell you before, I didn’t dare, be- cause I was afraid it might, might, well, undecide me.” “Never mind” he replied as quietly, “I also have decided =~ Draen by R. B. Ferter Miurrary Necessity Mother—“Bobby “Obeyin’ th’ I'd be court-martialed an’ shot! to go. I have been think- ing it all over for some time. I have got to go. I made up my mind. this afternoon. I shall volunteer atonce. But about Bessie?” Bessie was their little girl. “T have arranged to leave her with our neighbor Mrs. Harrison. It may be better, after all. Some- times I think parents are too close to their own children to bring them up. Mrs. Harrison is crazy to take her.” He looked at her closely, astonished. “Mrs. Harrison” he said. “But why should you do that? You could not have known that I was going to volunteer also.” She smiled. “Of course I knew” she said, “I saw it in youreyes— yesterday.” An Object Lesson By N. M. Levy lovely women. g with that pic?” if I disobeye E had the happy faculty of drawing to him all I know he was peculiarly sus- ceptible to female blandishments but the lovelier sex registered no protest against his fulsome admiration. He was a connoisseur of beauty and he liked to com- pare one style of feminine pulchritude to the other. He knew them as they appeared in society, in private theatri- cals, on the public stage and at public functions generally. Yet. let me state, he was the obscurest of mortals and his opportunities of meeting the gentler sex were most limited—as limited, let me say, as were his financial re- sources. And if, as was the fact, he was surrounded by the most charming of the female sex, it was just that he cut the pictures of them from the Sunday supplements and pinned them on the walls of his narrow hallroom, that he might admire and comment on them at his own sweet will. His Forte Willis—They gave Bump a medal for tapping the German trenches’ telegraph wires and se- curing valuable information. Gillis—I'm not surpri He was the best listener we had on our party line out at Suburbville. comicbooks.com