Judge, 1918-07-27 · page 10 of 36
Judge — July 27, 1918 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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This page contains several satirical pieces typical of Judge's early-20th-century humor: **"My Ideal"** (top left): A sentimental poem by Walter Pultzer, likely mocking the flowery romantic verse popular in the era. The joke—he's describing an idealized woman he "never met.../'Twas at a picture show"—satirizes men's fantasies about actresses. **"Youthful Logic"** (top right): Child's innocent reasoning about babies. A doctor delivered her brother, then kept a daughter born at his own home—so she assumes he preferred that one. Simple humor from children misunderstanding adult explanations. **"The Bread Kind"** and **"Bless the Big Guns!"**: Brief humor pieces about wartime shortages and German soldiers (likely referencing WWI), with the latter's joke about young soldiers lacking rifles being darkly comedic commentary on military readiness. **"Sound Language"**: A Swedish student misinterprets "poultice" (medical poultice) as "poultice" (soft composition), creating an unintended innuendo about "high school girls." Ethnic humor was typical of the era. The bottom illustration shows soldiers in trench warfare, likely WWI context.
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My Ideal Ry Warrer Potrrzer I SAW her roaming 'mongst the Sowers, Youthful Logic WHEN little Anna Louise's little brother arrived she was told that the doctor had brought him, and the appearance of other babies in. the neighborhood was explained the same way. Finally the stork left a daughter at the doctor’s home. and Anna Louise's parents, who were fond of the doctor, spoke enthusiastically and cuteness of the newcomer. “Ves, I guess it. must be nicer than most babies,” said Anna Louise, “because Dr. Ott kept this one him self.” All in a garden fair, Where birds and bees beguiled the hours, And Love was in the air re Nature dons her richest robe. Wh m all eyes that see, An ps the graces of the globe In bowers of Arcady f the sweetness I saw her, too, in foreign climes Neath cold and sunny skies Mid Scottish hills and Spanish limes, And where sweet C IT saw her doa That set my heart aglow fy And yet [ never met her once “Twas at a picture show mo lies. Sound Language \ Swedish lad in a Kansas City The Bread Kind school was told by his teacher to write Drawn by A a sentence containing the word poultice He handed in this one “High school girls often write poul- “Finding it hard to get along with- out wheat at your house?” The Gem C: Oh. no; we're coming through the Fy," Gem Colecer rye all right came from! tices.” “You are thinking of poetry in- Bless the Big Guns! stead of poultices, aren't you, Oscar?” smilingly inquired the “A large proportion of the German soldiers are said to be — teacher No, ma'am,” replied Oscar, stoutly. “I looked it up in the nary and this is what it says: *Poultice—a soft composi- mere boys,”’ observed the constant reader. “How fortunate for us, then,”’ exclaimed the one-eyed man, — dicti “that they are not armed with air rifle tion Drawn by Ropxey Tnomsox aoe “Come on! ‘There's “Naw, he don’t wan comicbooks.com