Judge, 1921-09-24 · page 29 of 36
Judge — September 24, 1921 — page 29: what you’re looking at
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**Top Cartoon (Herman Palmer):** Depicts a politician (appearing to be a statesman or official) enthusiastically offering rewards to a soldier or war veteran, while two children play with toy instruments and weapons nearby. "The Voice of Jacob" satirizes politicians cynically exploiting returning soldiers' popularity after WWI, offering them whatever they want (bonuses, land, jobs) while making grand promises—exposing the hollow, transactional nature of patriotic rhetoric. **Bottom Cartoon (Charles A. Hughes):** Shows anthropomorphic frogs and turtles in conversation, responding to newspaper suggestions that Americans eat frog legs and turtle soup to conserve beef during wartime rationing. The animals' alarm at becoming food sources mocks the absurdity of such dietary recommendations during food shortages. **Poems:** The page includes three unrelated nature/lifestyle poems on separate topics (wintergreen plant, laughing away sorrow, physical appearance). The page reflects WWI-era concerns: veteran benefits, food rationing, and wartime sacrifice.
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Drawn by HERMAN PALMER. The Voice of Jacob By R. E. ALEXANDER “Ev'ry statesman that I see, Is singin’ this ol’ song U me: “6 Y boy, you saved the world! M Shall I, Who made the whole durn country dry, To back you up, such debt deny? No, sir! You tell me what you'd like; You'll have it right away, sure Mike! A bonus? How much shall it be? By gosh, you’ve earned it, sir! That’s me! Trainin’? Just you pick the thing You want t’ be. You're it, by jing! A farm? Th’ Everglade’s ’most drained; And only the last time it rained, They sed an awful crop, they say, Of snake-oil, out Mohave way. Alaska ain’t noways as cold A me folks say, and full of gold. My boy, if I’d ha’ had my way, i'd paid you thirty bucks a day!” Ev'ry statesman that I see, Says, “You can jus’ depend on me!” Checkerberry By ROBERT SPARKS WALKER F I were clad in human dress, A hermit I would be; Because I seek the wilderness, Where soils appeal to me. I live in woodlands ever green, And have a ruddy stem, Two to five inches high and lean, With ovate leaves on them. My stemless leaves, dark green, and thick, Are ever green and shine: ‘Two waxy, nodding flowers stick Beneath each leaf of mine. My berry red dwells in the shade, An aromatic sprite! An oil sweet-scented is oft made From my ‘ube-flowers white. My bloom from June to August dates, I am the Wintergreen; The Boxberry of Middle States, That wears a lustrous sheen. Try It By VIVIAN YEISER LARAMORE I AUGH a lot, that’s the plot “4 Staged with any setting; Lips apart clears the heart Of that fiend, Regretting. Never mind what’s behind Nor what may come to-morrow: Lift the chin with a grin And laugh away old Sorrow. The Blemish of the Bard | DO not emulate the grace Of those with looks endowed, For of my very homely face 1 am not proud! My figure’s squat, and, if you please, Don’t talk such utter rot As dubbing me a “Hercules,” Because I'm not! I'm passable? Yes, that is so, Still, even that’s not nice, For girls look at me once, I know, But never twice! Drawn by CHARLES A, HUGHES. Ole Bill Turtle—THIS NEWSPAPER SAYS FOLKS ARE TO EAT FROGS’ LEGS AND TURTLE- SEE OUR FINISH! SOUP TO SAVE BEEF. Wow! comicbooks.com