Judge, 1918-12-28 · page 6 of 33
Judge — December 28, 1918 — page 6: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains two separate pieces: **"Now Available?"** (left) depicts a job interview between an Employment Specialist and a Contractor seeking skilled workers. The Specialist recommends "William G. McAdoo" — likely referring to William Gibbs McAdoo, a prominent WWI-era political figure. The joke appears to mock suggesting a politician for practical engineering work, satirizing the disconnect between political credentials and actual job qualifications. **"The Feather"** (right) is a short story about a soldier who receives love letters from a woman, symbolized by a white feather (possibly referencing WWI morale or romance). The narrative concludes ambiguously about whether the feather's origins matter. The bottom illustration, "Acknowledging the Colors," shows military and civilian figures saluting, likely referencing patriotic duty during wartime.
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Now Available? Ry Bowsaxvizr Brown “ HE man I want,” said | the Contractor to the Employment Specialist, “must have a broad knowl- edge of engineering and rail- road problems, he must have had practical experience both as a politician and as a pro- moter, and he must possess initiative in a high degree. He must also be a man of yreat versatility, with a keen, receptive and analytical mind. A winning manner, of course, is imperative, but I should also wish him to possess that magnetic yet commanding personality that counts for so much with the investing pub- lic. The position carries with it large and grave responsibili- ties, and the successful appli- cant must not only be able to think in large figures, but must possess a mind capable of steady expansion guided by an illimitable imagina- tion. He should—” “You needn't go any further,” said the Employment Specialist: “I know the man you want, and he couldn't be duplicated in the country. Unfortunately he holds a Government position—but he is about to a “That doesn’t matter,” interrupted the Contractor, “‘the work I want him for can be classed as highly essen- tial. Could you arrange an interview?” “T could hardly promise you that,” was the smiling reply, “but I will cheerfully give you his name.” And he scribbled on a scrap of paper: “William G. McAdoo.” SS Dron by RB. Fouen ‘on account 0’ peace. Draws by Jous Mex, Ju. Grocer—Yes, eggs are three-fifty a dozen, Ma'am, The Feather By Jack Arrustos { opened the envelope slowly, having kissed the flap first. Because he knew she sealed her own letters and because he was past the age of being chary of possible germs he did this. Her purring note, thanking him for the lovely, darling, precious sweetheart roses, raised his pulse a couple of beats, as he returned the unscented sheet to its place. Then a soft, white feather dropped out. For a long time—for a verit- able eternity—probably for an entire half minute—he stared at the feather, with its cruel, silent accusation. Then, his neck growing red- der than it had ever been be- fore—or before been—he had dashed to the nearest recruiting station. And enlisted in the Spur-on-the-Desk Division. Eventually he got into the real service, was wounded somewhere else in France, honorably discharged, came home, found a job, and married another girl— The one who had helped the rose-lady dress that day, urged haste, that they might not be late at the Red Cross meeting. But the white feather couldn’t tell the rose-lady that it had been slipped into the envelope by the self- helpful Other Girl, could it? Or Never ? A woman’s frugality seldom extends to words. ACKNOWLEDGING THE CoLoRs comicbooks.com