Judge, 1919-05-17 · page 13 of 32
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# "A Rash Experiment" - Judge Magazine This page presents the opening of a short story (not primarily political satire) illustrated with a romantic scenario. The cartoon depicts **Lieutenant Grey**, a decorated WWI veteran with an eye patch and limp, visiting **Miss Young** at her home. The "rash experiment" of the title appears to involve Grey's disguise—the maid recognizes him "in spite of" it, suggesting he's testing whether Miss Young will accept his war injuries. The illustration's caption, "She Seemed Dazed, But Still Held His Hand," indicates an emotional moment between them. The story reflects post-WWI American culture: romanticizing wounded soldiers as heroic figures while exploring whether women would accept disabled veterans. Grey's "habitual good-nature" despite visible wounds embodies the stoic veteran archetype of the 1920s era. The narrative seems designed to be sentimental rather than satirical.
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“Sue Seemep Dazeo, But Stitt Herp His Hann’ A Rash Experiment By J. A. Watprox Illustration by Lawrence Fettows N overseas soldier limped up Fifth Avenue, carrying a serviceable cane, and stopped for a moment at the corner of Seventy-first Street. Over his left eye was a patch. Most persons he passed on his way had turned to look after him. The faces of women who encountered him, even when at the moment they were engaged in happy colloquies, assumed expressions of pity and concern. In spite of the limp and the covered eye there was something quickly engaging about this young veteran. Dark-haired, vitally manly, he was magnetic, and would have been voted handsome by any woman at a casual look. A fresh uniform emphasized his fine figure, and the curve of his lips denoted habitual good-nature. He wore a decoration. Turning eastward, the young soldier mounted the steps of a solid-looking residence typical of the neigh- borhood, and rang the bell. The door was opened by a maid who looked curi- ously at him and then became cordial. “Why! It’s Mr. Grey—isn’t it?” “Lieutenant Grey. Yes, Emily. Knew me in spite of my disguise, eh?” “Lieutenant Gre} than before. “A bit battered, but still in the ring.” His smile was irresistible. ‘‘Is Miss Young in? “T will see,” replied the maid. ‘* Will you come in?” And she ushered him into the reception room and went her way. Lieutenant Grey took a chair, but suddenly rose nervously and limped to and fro. After a few turns Miss Young appeared in the doorway. She was tall, slender, blonde and very pretty, yet her face showed more character than the type commonly posses ‘That she had been told something by the maid t ! She seemed more astonished ———— — --— 4a eee ~