Judge, 1918-11-09 · page 6 of 36
Judge — November 9, 1918 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page The page features a literary/artistic section rather than political satire. The main illustration, credited to Arthur T. Merriam, depicts an intimate domestic scene titled "A Rainy Saturday Afternoon as It Appeared to Willie"—showing two figures by a fireplace during inclement weather. The prose narrative above concerns characters named Gilstue and Betty, discussing dogs and puppies in somewhat genteel, gossipy fashion typical of early 20th-century magazine fiction. The right column contains poems by Blythe Sherwood titled "Worthless," "At the Informal Dinner," "Invocation," and "The Aces That Beat Kings"—offering satirical commentary on romantic relationships and human nature rather than political critique. This appears to be entertainment/literary content rather than political commentary.
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traveling suit and carried a golf-club bag. Behind her followed Fanchon, hatted and suited and bearing two suitcases. “Where now?” inquired Gilstue. Mrs. Gilstue stopped and motioning the maid to- ward the purring limousine, waited until Fanchon was beyond earshot. Then she answered: “To Reno.” thy?” asked Gilstue, in blank astonishment. red of living with a lush,” was the laconic response. “You might have said so and given me a chance,” sulkily asserted Gilstue. “You'll see to the babies?” she cautioned, not troubling to argue. ‘Mary is devoted but rather “And you will have my hunter exercised regularly? Dear old Thunderer! He loves me so.” “Damned if I will!” growled Gilstue. “I love you, too, but that doesn’t matter.” A shade of concern crossed Betty Gilstue’s hand- some, resolute face, making it appear less resolute and more handsome. “Don’t be nasty, Harry,” she coaxed. ‘When Lady Cork’s puppies come, you'll look after them? If there’s anything in pedigree, they ought to be grand champions.” “T'll drown ‘em,” he promised, with a savage scowl. “Been to the kennels this morning?” Betty shook her head. “Well, the puppies have arrived—seven beautie stupid.” Gilstue shrugged. Eagerness flared in Betty’s eyes. he looked up at | Gilstue, then down. “Will you cut | out the cocktail } “So help me, I will,” he swore. | Dropping the club bag Betty | caught her husband’s arm. “Come, dear. Let's go and see the puppies.” rd Worthless By Buytue Sierwoon = =f I care for him I care for him. I care I care For him For him A lot. A lot. He makes Seldom Me He makes Think. Me . Glad. Sometimes loftily. Sometimes Often Way down He makes Low. Me Sad. I care for him. I care Too often. For him He makes A lot. Me Mad. He is Good I care for him. To look at. I care For him He is fun A lot, To be with. But He is Charming I do not To hear. Respect him. At the Informal Dinner “What! Evening clothes, old man?” “ALT have left.” Sa OS eee ae YE ee Se Invocation May no bad god the gift eer gie us To see ourselves as the movies see us! | The Aces That Beat Kings Allied airplanes dropping bombs. Drawn by Antucn T A Rainy Saturpay Afternoon as It Appearep To WILLIE Menwice = , soi comicbooks.com