Judge, 1918-09-07 · page 6 of 32
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# Analysis of "Pity the Blind" This cartoon satirizes wartime recruitment propaganda during what appears to be World War I. The illustration shows a blind man walking past storefront windows plastered with military recruitment posters ("I Want You for U.S. Army," "Men Wanted for the Army"). The satire's point: The blind pedestrian cannot see these ubiquitous recruitment appeals—hence the title "Pity the Blind." The joke works on two levels: literally, he cannot view the posters, and figuratively, it suggests that those *not* blind are perhaps willfully ignoring the government's aggressive recruitment messaging surrounding them. The accompanying dialogue appears to be unrelated medical conversation, suggesting this was a multi-panel editorial page typical of Judge magazine.
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