Judge, 1918-07-06 · page 27 of 36
Judge — July 6, 1918 — page 27: what you’re looking at
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This page collects soldier and sailor jokes submitted to Judge magazine, which paid contributors $1 per accepted joke and awarded a $5 weekly prize. The content reflects WWI-era military life through humorous anecdotes. **Key content includes:** - **"The Hard-Boiled Sergeant"**: A veteran soldier reflects on twenty years of service (Boxer Rebellion, Cuba, Philippines) now training new recruits who differ from the "old guard." - **Race-related humor** ("A Nice Distinction," "Money Ahead"): Jokes depicting Black soldiers and mess attendants, reflecting period attitudes. These are period artifacts showing casual racial stereotyping common to the era. - **Recruit incompetence**: Multiple jokes mock newly drafted "rookies" for naiveté (sleeping in darkness, confusion about orders). - **Class commentary**: References to lawyer and banker soldiers serving alongside working men, suggesting democratization through military service. The cartoons and jokes collectively capture WWI military culture—the tension between seasoned soldiers and untrained recruits, homesickness, and the army's social mixing of different classes.
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