Judge, 1920-01-03 · page 16 of 36
Judge — January 3, 1920 — page 16: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This Judge magazine page contains multiple brief humorous anecdotes about dogs and naval/military service, typical of early 20th-century American humor magazines. **"The Yellow Breed"** and related dog jokes mock fashionable pet ownership and wartime meat rationing (references to vegetarianism and bones disappearing suggest WWI-era food scarcity). **"Solving Naval Problems"** satirizes inattentive naval cadets returning from shore leave, unable to focus during signal instruction—a practical military skill. The joke is their half-asleep responses to the instructor's questions about maritime distress signals. **"We Guess Not"** contrasts submarine versus cruiser service: submarines required less deck-scrubbing, making former submariners reluctant to return to surface ship duties. **"Downward Revision"** (cartoon, right) appears to mock furniture or home goods, though details are unclear. The overall tone reflects American wartime attitudes toward military service, rationing, and social pretension—typical satirical fare for Judge's educated, middle-class readership.
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