Judge, 1918-10-12 · page 10 of 32
Judge — October 12, 1918 — page 10: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three satirical pieces from Judge, likely WWI-era (references to Siberian intervention and military service suggest 1918): **Top cartoon**: Two soldiers in a trench ask directions from a well-dressed man with a suitcase. The joke mocks wealthy New Yorkers visiting the front—even this affluent visitor from Grand Central Station is as lost as the soldiers, suggesting the absurdity of civilians treating wartime like tourism. **"Faith Without Works"**: A grandson undecided about military service asks his grandmother what prayer to use for victory. She knits while suggesting any prayer works "so long as it isn't 'Now I lay me down to sleep'"—mocking hollow patriotic sentiment and the contradiction between religious faith and actual commitment to war effort. **"Expression"** and **"Inevitable"**: These are humorous essays. The first satirizes pretentious artistic temperament (a patient in an asylum blaming his keeper for preventing "expression" through mud pies). The second jokes that U.S. intervention in Siberia will spawn numerous language-learning books, but adds a punchline: Russians need heavy beards to speak their language properly—a dig at masculine stereotypes.
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‘Cc you direct me, | please, to the | Gladsome Glades, or some equally famous ] cabaret?” “Sorry, sir, but being another New Yorker, Iam as much a stranger in this locality as yourself. Ask that. man with a valise and a hang-the-expense expression who just came from the direction of the Grand Central Station.” Faith Without Works ee > - - Grandson (who hasn't decided yet just what branch - of the service will have the benefit of his talents)—There Drave ty: Reaxer Tec seems to be quite a diversity of opinion regarding what prayer to say in response to the Senate's request for | 3 daily prayer for victory Ex pression Grandma (industriously knitting) —Guess any of ‘em will do, so long as it isn’t “Now I lay me down to sleep.” Former Accountant—Gee, Ed! All we need now is an adding machine! By Tuosas Encetow s not good to be born a great artist—to feel the pulse of genius throbbing within one. For with genius come the pains of the creator. Sometimes the yearning for expression is almost unbear- able, and my genius burns and burns and will not be put out save by expression—expression which refuses to be born in the Cosmic vastnesses of my Being. So it is with me this morning—this unquenchable thirst for expression. More—mingled with it is the color—the beautiful, beautiful color of my aura. Toda: is violet and black—black and violet—and at moments a great flash of crimson crosses the oneness of t Cosmic violet. I yearn. I burn for expression, and the pain is more than I can bear now that expression is denied to me. Cosmic, auric, beautiful violet pain! But relief will come. I shall find expression. My keeper has promised faithfully that I shall make mud pies this , afternoon. Inevitable OW that we are to intervene in Siberia, we can hear in our mind’s ear the rumble of the presses as our pub- lishers hasten to complete aids to the student of Russian. Are we to have “Rapid-fire Russian,” “Stepping Stones to Siberian,” and “Trans-Caucasian for the Soldier”? We believe so; but it is our secret belief that Russian can be spoken without accent only through a heavy beard. We fear that the inevitable conflict between the publisher of foreign grammars and the manufacturer of safety razors Drawn by A. Macunrsnr cannot be long postponed. Written ix THE Heavens comicbooks.com