Judge, 1918-10-12 · page 5 of 32
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# Analysis This page contains a short story titled "To Every Tom, Dick and Harry I Have Kissed" by Fannie Kilbourne, illustrated by Albert Hencke. It is **not political satire or social commentary**. Rather, it's a humorous romantic confession addressed to multiple former romantic partners. The narrator—a woman—reflects on her kissing relationships with various men named Tom, Dick, and Harry, crediting each with teaching her something about love and affection. The piece uses the "Tom, Dick, and Harry" phrase (meaning "every ordinary man") as a playful framework. The illustration shows an intimate scene between a couple. This appears to be entertainment content typical of Judge magazine's lighter fare—romantic humor aimed at adult readers rather than political critique.
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JUDGE Pounded 1884 “THE HAPPY eMEDIUM” To Every Tom, Dick and Harry I Have Kissed By Faxnite Ki,Bourxe Illustrated by Avsert Hencxe been you, it would doubtless have been somebody else. But it was you—and I thank you. I never cared so very much about having you kiss me, Dick, although you did, rather often. But you paid for your kisses with the most precious coin a woman ever carries. You taught me that I was lovable. Because you loved me, I saw that others might, too. Of course, He thinks He found me. But I saw Him first, and summoned Him with LIED about you all, last night to Him. He asked me about you, just after He had slipped the diamond pledge upon my finger. He asked me if I had ever cared for any other man, if there had ever been another who had really meant anything in my life. I shook my head for “No.” He said he was glad. He wanted a girl whom every Tom, Dick and Harry had not kissed. z His arms were close about me, I was very happy and I believed for the mo- ment that I was speaking the truth. Besides, I said what He wished me to say. Then, too, I know you would not the subtle call that I should never have dared use, had you not loved me. You taught me the confidence, of my femi- ninity, you gave me the courage of my charms. There were a good many like you, Dick, and I thank you all. Harry—ah, but you were an arrant flirt! You taught me that love-making is an art; you gave me my technique. He would not have found me half so innocent, had you not made me wise—He would not have found me often so childlike, so naive, had you mind. Tom, dear, of all the men I lied about, you were the first. You taught me the fun of the game, the thrills that can come at the sound of a voice, the sudden, ecstatic, bewildering fireworks that can flame up into a virginal sky. You were the first man I ever wished to have kiss me. If it had not comicbooks.com