Judge, 1922-02-25 · page 28 of 36
Judge — February 25, 1922 — page 28: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* magazine contains miscellaneous humorous anecdotes and one comic strip. The main cartoon, "Adamson (and the Postage Stamp)" by Sondags Nisse, depicts a six-panel sequence showing a man progressively destroying or defacing a postage stamp while handling correspondence—apparently illustrating frustration with postal procedures or stamps themselves. The surrounding text presents brief jokes on various topics: workers' motivation (citing AT&T executive E.K. Hall's "cathedral builder" parable about finding meaning in labor), marital dynamics, children's honesty, and folk remedies. One anecdote jokes darkly about a convert with multiple wives seeking life-extension advice. The overall tone reflects early 20th-century middle-class anxieties about work, family, and social pretension. The specific reference to Adamson and postage stamps remains unclear without additional context about contemporary postal issues or a known figure named Adamson.
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Many employers believe that a work- man can vivify the routine of his labor by visualizing the complete contribu- tion to civilization made possible by his seemingly unimportant task. To illustrate the spirit which they are try- ing to develop E. K. Hall, vice-presi- dent of the American Telephone and Telegraph Company, recently told the Academy of Political Science the story of the third stone cutter—a story old, but timely just at present. Three stone cutters were working ona stone. A stranger asked the first what he was doing. “I'm working for $7.50 a day,” he replied. “And you?” the stranger asked the second, “I'm cutting this stone,” growled the laborer. “When the question was put to the third stone-cutter, he answered, “I'm building a cathedral."—New York Eve- ning Post. The Customer—I can't find my wife anywhere. What shall I do? The Shopwalker—Just start talking to our pretty assistant over there.— London Opinion. ADAMSON (and the Postage Stamp).—Sondags Nisse 26 Imperious Bride—Jack, stop what- ever you're doing, and come and kiss me at once!"—Passing Show (Lon- don). A little fellow scored neatly on his mother the other day. “I hope, dear,” she said, “you were a nice little boy while you were at Mrs. Brown’s and didn’t tell any stories.” “Only the one you put me up to,” said her young hopeful. “Why, what do you mean, child?” “When she asked me if I'd like to have another piece of cake, I said, ‘No, thank you; I've had enough.’ "—Boston Transcript. The convert who recently got up at a prayer meeting and thanked the Lord that he had three wives in heaven was (so it is rumored) subsequently ob- served paying sixpence at a bookstall for a copy of “How to Prolong Life.” —London Eve. Inquisitive Young Daughter—Papa, what do you do all day long at the office?” Father (not paying much attention to the question, as he is busy reading the evening paper)—Oh, nothing.” Daughter (not easily discouraged)— “Well, how do you know when you are through?"—Illinois Life Bulletin. “How about the new heaves medicine you tried?” “Well, you know that feller said it cured by gettin’ at the cause.” “Yep, I remember.” “TI figured it out since that he was right. Breathin’ is the cause of heaves—that is, it’s only when a horse breathes that he heaves.” “TI getcha.” “Well, two doses o’ that stuff plumb cured my horse of breathin’."—Farm Life. (Stockholm). oa ec i ct cme nn ae oe a eee eee