Judge, 1918-11-16 · page 7 of 32
Judge — November 16, 1918 — page 7: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This page from *Judge* magazine satirizes **John W. Power, A.M.**, a school superintendent portrayed as an overbearing, efficiency-obsessed administrator who rules through dominating personality rather than educational merit. The top cartoon shows Power lecturing students, with the equation "2+4=5" on the blackboard—suggesting his authority overrides reality itself. The satire critiques his: - **Rigid authoritarianism**: He demands absolute obedience and views high school students as "irresponsible rogues" and "vampires" - **Suppression of initiative**: He privileges systematic control over spontaneity and learning - **Political maneuvering**: His position derives from personal magnetism and "political sagacity" rather than educational vision The secondary jokes and dialogues (about doctors, romance, military furloughs) appear unrelated filler typical of *Judge*'s format. This reflects early 20th-century Progressive Era debates about educational management—whether schools should prioritize rigid efficiency or student development. The satire mocks administrative tyranny disguised as professionalism.
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“Proressor Power Has Attatnep tHe Hicu Positiox Now Honorep sy Hit Turoucn His DominatinG Personatiry.” | Familiar Folks. Wo. 5. John W. Power, A.M. ‘ By H. W. Davis Illustration by Avbert Leverinc ’ the gentleman with the pompous front — in his bailiwick; what he says, goes. From the super- who knows all about vising principals in his high schools to the tiniest tots lexner and in the kindergartens, everybody keeps perfect time and methods and the history of education. He does his bit according to schedule. is the superintendent of our city schools. Notice the Superintendent Power believes in the immediate dignity with which he rises from his swivel chair (some- installation of systematic efficiency and the utter re- what regretfully, methinks) and seizes your hand most _ pression of initiative. He is sure that all high-school mightily. Mr. John W. Power, A.M.—in education, boys are irresponsible rogues and all the girls would-be if you please. vampires. Spontaneity, grace, and freedom are of the Professor Power has attained the high position now devil. Obedience and faith in J. W. are divine. honored by him through his dominating personality John W. Power loves his work. He has turned down his wonderful capacity for detail, his slave-driving na- several flattering offers to become superintendent of ture, and his political sagacity. There is no foolishness our big mitten factory. and the iron jaw Froebel and Montessorri and Encouraged And There Are Others Well, there’s one thing about it: I’m doing the very Dyer—Is Dr. Deum well up in his profession? Ryer—What he doesn’t know about medicine would fill a HY best I can. She—Well, never mind, dear, don’t let that worry you. cemetery. Woman's Way Marcella—Don’t you dare to kiss ain! Waverly—Because you don’t like it? Marcella—No—because I do. | The Man of the Hour Mrs. Antler—Oh, Mrs. Pillsby, won't you preside at our annual Red Cross meeting tonight? Pillsby—I am so sorry but I have a previous engagement. Why don’t you get Mr. Potter? “We tried to get him—and Mr " Beach and Mr. White and everybody clse—until we finally thought of you.”” Non-Essentials “T hope you don’t mind, governor, my bringing home my pal from the front. We are both on a furlough together.” “No, son. But where's he from, what’s bis religion, his college and his family?” “You ask him, pop. We've been so busy fighting Fritz I never had time We Have With Us Tonight | “T sometimes feel that that woman is much more intimately acquainted with my husband than I am.” | “But she is with him so much more!” to find out.” It Would Have Been a Wonder “Do you know, old man, I was con- sumed with fear that it might not be a boy.” Hardwear Wife—This overcoat is so shabby that I should hate to have you seen in it. Husband—But it’s just the thing to Drawn by Dick Cusmes ] wear in the house. A Suootinc Star militant mother like that!” ] ot a boy, old fellow—with—a comicbooks.com