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This page contains satirical vignettes about American soldiers ("Sammies") during WWI, reflecting period attitudes toward military life and journalism. **"Sammies" section**: Jokes about newly drafted recruits—their communication mishaps, exhaustion from processing, and pride in receiving their first new steel helmets (an unfamiliar dignity for working-class soldiers). **"The Dangerous Path"**: A woodcut illustration accompanying Dutch and English proverbs about difficult choices, unrelated to the surrounding content. **"Journalism" section**: Newspaper humor mocking poets' incompetence, journalists claiming credibility while writing poorly, and the practical division of labor in small-town editorial offices (where the editor's wife functions as cook and copyeditor). **Overall context**: The humor targets military bureaucracy's absurdities, class anxieties about new conscripts, and journalism's pretensions—typical Judge magazine fare satirizing American institutions during wartime.

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SAMMIES } eer eal Crowd—Rookie—There’s wants to entertain a soldier Three's a a young lad. from this She says she will serve cake and hot chocolate, and will sing and all that Shall I go? t—No. every Tuesday njght, sir Serg What's her address? Bo. Twisted—A squad of recruits were practising communications down a line en in open order formation. “Hard pressed on oO One message was left; send reinforcements at once.” To the amazement of the officer in charge this is how it reached him: * Hard up on left; send three dollars and four cents at once.”—Benton Bugle A Short Night—A trainload of newly- drafted men reached their cantonments late in the afternoon. By the time they had passed through the receiving station The Dangerous Path Tusschen den duivel en de diepe ree.—(En- gelsch Spreekwooord.) “ Between the Devil and the deep sea” (En- glish proverb.) —Notenkraker (Amsterdam). id maintena and the hands of the doctors, it nearly midnight. Several of them were awakened at 4 o'clock the following morning to assist the cooks in preparing breakfast. As one well-built, sleepy drafted man got to his feet, he stretched and yawned: “Tt doesn’t take long to spend a night in the army.”—Eterybody’s Mag was His Hat the boy?” “Nothing much. ment has issued him one of those stcel shrapnel helmets, and for the first time in his life he has a new hat he isn’t afraid somebody is going to sit on.”—Detroit Free Press. “What do you hear from He says the govern- JOURNALISM Warm Words—* This poet asks me to punctuate his verse s he doesn’t know how to do it himself,” snarled the Sunday editor. “Well! Well!” said the caller, who had just dropped‘in. “Did you oblige the bard?” “Yes. I punctuated his stuff with so many oaths the society editor and three girl reporters left the room."’—Birming- ham Age-Herald. } Annie—Miss Annie Field the invincible, pretty, istible, little milliner, will return in duetime for At the Idiot Asylum He is a pacifist to-day.” t qu'il est pacifiste.” La Vicwir (Paris) our Spring opening, at which time we shall have something to offer that will be a decided sensation.—Sylrania (Ga.) Telephone. True to Type—“I sce where seven Frenchmen on trial in Paris for espionage claim they are ‘journalists,’ but. show no ability to write “Ahem!” said the practical newspaper man. “That seems to describe a jour- nalist. pretty well.”"—Birmingham Age Herald. The Editor's Mate—A country editor who is alsc authority on certain in- dustrial matters, recently came up to town, bringing his wife along with him. This good woman was one afternoon the guest of a rather patronizing club- woman, “So your husband is an editor?” the latter asked. “Ye “Since you have no family and have considerable leisure on your hands dare say you assist him in his editorial work?’ “Oh, yes,” said the editor's wife, who is also his cook. “I edit nearly all his inside matter." —San Francisco Chronicle. No Substitute — Would-be-contrib— Can you use a poem on “Our Daily Bread.” Editor (without looking up)—No, what we want on our daily bread is but- ter.—Boston Transcript. comicbooks.com