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Judge — December 31, 1921 — page 33: Judge, 1921-12-31

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This page collects military humor ("gobs" = sailors) from various naval publications. The cartoons mock Navy life through enlisted men's perspectives: **Main Comic Strip** (top left): A sailor demonstrates sneaking past the main gate guard—depicting typical barracks mischief. **Standalone Jokes** reference: - Sailors' appetites (more men = more food consumed) - Navy hierarchy and officers - Pay day hardships and limited shore leave - The tedium of naval routine **Context for Modern Readers**: These jokes reflect WWI-era Navy culture, where enlisted men faced strict discipline, low pay, and limited liberty. The humor is self-deprecating but also subtly critical—depicting sailors as resourceful rule-breakers making the best of difficult conditions. The page also includes period advertising (Waterman fountain pens, dog medicine) and unrelated brief jokes from other military publications, typical of Judge's miscellaneous format. The satire isn't political but **social-class commentary**: enlisted men's complaints about authority, pay, and restrictions.

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