Judge, 1922-11-25 · page 4 of 36
Judge — November 25, 1922 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This page presents "An average kader's alphabet"—a military alphabet comic strip drawn by Frank X. Donn from the U.S. Military Academy (West Point), class of '23. Each letter (A-Z) depicts humorous scenes from cadet life: drilling, camp routines, swimming, dancing, and military ceremonies. The satire targets the absurdities of military training and discipline through visual jokes about marching, regulations, and cadet culture. The bottom story describes a recruit guarding camp who encounters a mounted officer; through comedic misunderstanding, the guard fails to recognize him properly, illustrating the confusion and rigidity of military protocol. The humor relies on readers' familiarity with cadet life and military conventions of the 1920s era.
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