Judge, 1919-11-22 · page 6 of 36
Judge — November 22, 1919 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of Judge Magazine Page This page contains three separate pieces of humor rather than unified political commentary: 1. **"Practice Makes Perfect"**: A domestic joke about a husband practicing carving wooden decoys for Thanksgiving dinner, misunderstanding his wife's complaint about the "spring-goods store" sending up wooden birds. 2. **"Wanted"** and **"He Made Good"**: Brief humorous anecdotes about domestic life—one asking who creates alluring food illustrations in ads, another depicting a husband returning with sugar after being sent for coffee. 3. **"Mildewed"**: A one-liner about public opinion being difficult to change because it's already formed. 4. **"Willis—Darn it!"**: A cartoon showing a child learning to smoke on Thanksgiving morning, caught by family members in the next room. These are light domestic humor pieces typical of Judge magazine's general entertainment content, without apparent political satire or social commentary.
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Drawn by Jor A. Ryan Turk—I don't mind being admired, in fact I like it, but lately their looks have become very personal. Practice Makes Perfect “Henry, what in the world are those wooden things the sporting-goods store sent up here?” “Those are birds, my dear; decoys. I'm going to practice carving them so that I'll be prepared to do the honors at your Thanksigving dinner.” Wanted Will somebody kindly tell us: Who makes those pies, cakes, etc., we see pictured, with such allurement, in nat- ural colors, in magazine ad- vertisements ? He Made Good Mrs. Nei ed—John, I haven't an ounce of sugar in the house. Please go and get some, even if you are com- pelled to buy coffee or tea with it. But whatever you do, don’t dare come back without the sugar. Hubby (returning with broad smile after two hours’ absence, empty-handed) — Well, I got it! Mrs. N. (eyeing him an- grily)—Where is it? Hubby—In the coffee. Mrs, N.—But where is the coffee? Hubby—In me. 11-22-19 Drawn by R. B. Porter Sweetheart o’ Mine! By Jerome P. Freisuman USE I love you—just because of that h dawn is but a halo for the day; ause last night you came to me and sat side me, I at last learned how to pray. I learned to pray that some day you and | Might look together down the fading years And each be glad the other was so nigh, And each renew our love through happy tears. You came to me last night and put your arms «Around my neck, and pressed your lips to mine; And I—I held you safe from worldly harms And thrilled to see r big blue ey shine, You sat upon my knee—ah, yes, I know The critical will frown at such a thing, But as I pressed you close and held you so The heart of me was bursting just to sing. Your curls caressed my cheek, and every hair Was as a strand of gold from God’s great mint Where Life and Love and Joy are coined, and where All Goodness is created without stint I kissed you—then I kissed you all the more— In holiest passion mortal man know ; Sweetheart 0’ Mine, although you're only four I love you—I, your daddy, love you so! Mildewed Sometimes when public opinion is very hard to mold it is just because it is already moldy. Willie—Darn it! Why did I pick out Thanksgiving Morning to try to learn to smoke! comicbooks.com