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# "The Log of a Lost Soul" - Judge Magazine Satire This appears to be a serialized story rather than a traditional political cartoon. The illustration shows a domestic scene with a woman operating what appears to be modern plumbing ("No Cooking" sign visible), contrasting with an older woman at right, likely depicting generational differences in household management. The narrative, attributed to Ellis Parker Butler, presents a satirical first-person account from a man released from a "Psychopathic Hospital" after two years of confinement for alcoholism. His diary entries chronicle increasing despair about Prohibition ("this entire nation has gone dry"), his lost love, and his ship's voyage, conveying dark humor about temperance laws and their social consequences. The satire targets Prohibition's impact on American life and morality during the 1919-1920 period.
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