Judge, 1919-02-15 · page 6 of 32
Judge — February 15, 1919 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains a serialized story titled "Good Night!" with illustrations by Orson Lowell, rather than political satire. The narrative follows the narrator's friendship with John Smith, a medical doctor, and describes John's romantic interest in a woman he met at a hospital. The top cartoon shows a man in professional attire speaking with a young woman, illustrating their initial meeting. The lower illustration by Barksdale Rogers, titled "Friendship," depicts a social scene at what appears to be a yacht party, showing the narrator introducing his friend Mabel to John, though she becomes seasick. This is primarily **light domestic fiction and humor** rather than political commentary—typical of Judge's miscellaneous content beyond its political cartoons.
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he was driving Mrs. Smith through the park. I was out covering a special story for my paper and didn’t have time to accept John’s invita- tion to take a ride, but we stopped for a few minutes to talk over old times. Mrs. Smith was a nice little per- son and after John told her what lifelong friends we had been, he left the machine and linked his arm in mine, drawing me a few steps away “What do you think of my wife?” he asked. “Why,” I said, not knowing ex- actly what John meant, “I think she’s a mighty nice-looking little girl. She’s about the model I would like if I ever got mortgaged myself. How did you meet her? “You're my best friend,” said John. “I'll tell you something. bv = She’s not the girl of my choice.” Drawn by Onsos Lowes I arched my eyebrows in surprise. “No,” said John. “I loved a A free (mot grataitons) tren ° nurse. I used to see her in the hos- TT udent * d pital every day. Finally we got so \ Barrister reated t a room w friendly we used to stop for a chat Was priced at te I ~ He ee without scruples before she left the ward. She was A rushin’ from Kalamazoo, Mich. beautiful, Billy, beautiful . . . “Well?” I asked. his way through high school and then John Smith, Sr., “T discovered that her name was Smith,” said John, shipped him off to college. His father wanted him to be _ releasing the brakes as he leaped into the machine. a doctor, thinking “John Smith, M.D.”, would look ‘‘See you later.” good in gilt letters. I think it ought to, myself. If The “later” came one morning when I was filling practice makes perfect, “John Smith, M.D.”, ought to look class on a shingle by this time. But to get back to John. With a dint of perseverance he wormed his way through college and then hired out as an intern in a hospital. About every fourth patient they brought in was a Smith. One day I met John in the park. “Feeling good, Doc?” I asked pleasantly. “Not so good,” John answered. “Don’t let me pry into your private affairs,” I said, “but tell me what it is. Maybe I can help.” “No, you can’t help,” said John. “It’s the same old complaint. Too much Smith.” I tried to laugh him out of his mood and offered to buy a drink. “Can't,” said John. “I’m on my way to attend a case of measles. Family’s name is Smith. Darn ’em, I hope they croak.” Several months passed before I saw John again. The day I met him Drown by Banssoste Rocens FRIENDS Warsaw Frienpsuip 1 And stuck him, be quick Gladys—Why did you invite Mabel on the yaciting party wien you know she Leaving only ts. seasic Dia Reno he's stro " Muriel—I wanted the men to see her! comicbooks.com