Judge, 1918-07-06 · page 5 of 36
Judge — July 6, 1918 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This is a **humor story page**, not political satire. The illustration caption reads "He Was Beginning to Differentiate the Frog's Chorus from the Owl's Solo," accompanying "The Psy-Psychol-Psychology of It" by W.T. Nichols. The cartoon depicts a humorous domestic scene: a man and woman at what appears to be a lakeside cottage. The illustration shows exaggerated, comedic expressions—the woman appears distressed or startled while the man gestures dramatically. The story concerns a city couple (Peters and Nettie) who rent a rural cottage for rest. The joke plays on their adjustment to country life—specifically, the strange sounds of nature at night (frogs and owls). The "psychology" referenced is likely their struggle adapting to unfamiliar rural experiences versus urban comfort. This is gentle, domestic humor typical of 1918 Judge magazine content, not political commentary.
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Ccipas HL -8 1918 Volume 75 J Number 1916 Pounded 1881 “THE NATION'S PERPETUAL SMILEAGE “BOOK” The Psy- Psychol - By W. T. New York, Jury 6, 1918 Published Weekly Psychology of It Nicnois Illustrated by Apert LeveRiNG HE family doctor—he was a general prac tioner and general results man—told Pet he was all in and needed a rest. The special- ist said the same thing, only it sounded more impressive and cost more. The plain medico told Peters to take to the woods; the oracle suggested an Adirondack camp or a limousine loop of the war profits grand circuit. Peters compromised. He and Nettie, the wife of him, hired a cottage, which had “Idyllew ” painted over the door. The Peterses called it “Castle Two- Mile.” That was because the lake it faced was two miles long, and it was two unusually long miles to the nearest store. Also it was two miles—in the opposite direction—to the pair of bars that represented the F. O. B. point of delivery of the milk supply. “Grand place to rest up,” quoth Peters, as he turned in the first night at nine o’clock. By eleven he was beginning to differentiate the frogs’ chorus from the owls’ solos and the stake-drivers’ anvil practice. At 2:30 he knew when the night shift went off duty, and the competitive heralding of the dawn began in the chicken yards of farms across the pond. Peters bore this for three nights. Then he volun- teered to go for the milk. He returned with the milk- man and a horse and wagon. “We hike,” he announced to Nettie. of resting up is getting to me.” They drove many miles, leisurely. They came to a bigger lake, beside which stood many houses of call. At each of the first half-frozen Peters shook his head. Nettie wondered; so did the driver. The houses were brave and gay in fresh paint and fluttering flags, and summer gowns brightened the piazzas. Nettie sup- pressed a little sigh; she, too, was a bit fed up on Castle Two-Mile’s restfulness. They came to another hotel, very spic and span, but with nobody stirring about it. Peters bent forward; . “This thing comicbooks.com