Judge, 1921-11-05 · page 17 of 36
Judge — November 5, 1921 — page 17: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* contains three distinct literary/humor pieces rather than political cartoons. **"The Unknown Soldier"** (top illustration): A sentimental poem by Richard Le Gallienne about a soldier rereading an old love letter, reflecting on choosing duty over love. The sketch shows a uniformed soldier in a park, lost in melancholy memory. **"An Old Love Letter"** (left column): A romantic poem about rediscovering a decades-old love letter and regretting the choice made long ago. **"Incidentals"** (right column): A brief satirical piece by Katherine Negley mocking advertising practices. It notes that before "frank styles" (presumably modern fashion), women models posed in corsets and lingerie that supposedly sold magazines—the actual products being merely "incidentals" to what readers actually wanted to see. **"The Millennium"** (bottom right): A short joke suggesting societal progress, ironically measuring it by the absence of female-perpetrated political assassinations—likely referencing anarchist violence of the early 20th century. The page lacks overt political satire; it's primarily sentimental poetry and light social humor.
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An Old Love Letter By RicHARD LE GALLIENNE i WAS reading a letter of yours to-day, The date—O a thousand years ago! The postmark is there—the month was May: How, in God’s name, did I let you go? What wonderful things for a girl to say! And to think that I hadn’t the sense to know What wonderful things for a man to hear: O still beloved, O still most dear. “Duty” I called it, and hugged the word Close to my side, like a shirt of hair: You laughed, I remember, laughed like a bird, And somehow I thought that you didn’t care. Duty!—and Love, with her bosom bare! No wonder you laughed, as we parted there— Then your letter came with this last good-by : And I sat splendidly down to die. THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER Nor Duty, nor Death, would have aught of me: “He is Love’s,” they said, ‘the can- not be ours.” And your laugh pursued me o’er land and sea, And your face like a thousand thousand flowers. “Tis her gown!” I said to each rust- ling tree, “She is coming!” I said to the whispered showers: But you came not again, and this let- ter of yours Is all that endures—all that en- dures. These aching words—in your swift firm hand, That stirs me still as the day we met— That now ’tis too late to understand, Say “hers is the face you shall ne’er forget”; That though Space and Time be as shifting sand, We can never part—we are meet- ing yet. This song, beloved, where’er you be, Your heart shall hear and shall an- swer me. Incidentals By KATHERINE NEGLEY PRISCILLA was a model. She posed in all styles of corsets, and she showed off silk hose and lingerie of the latest designs and fashions. The advertising manager had no difficulty in selling the advertise- ments to magazines and newspapers and the readers turned to the adver- tising sheets first. Of course, the corsets, hose and lingerie were only incidentals. Well, anyway, before the present frank styles, it was that way. According to Relativi Professor—An apple falling upon Newton gave him the idea of his Theory of Gravity. Student—Suppose he had been sit- ting under a cocoanut tree. The Millennium “Ts the world getting better?” “I believe it is, by heck. Hain’t been a senator shot by a woman fer the longest time.”