Judge, 1922-11-25 · page 5 of 36
Judge — November 25, 1922 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This 1922 page satirizes **Army life and military bureaucracy** through humor. The main cartoon shows a soldier driving a mule team lost at night, asking "where's division headquarters at?" — mocking the confusion and poor communication in military operations. The surrounding anecdotes mock Army inefficiency: a quartermaster unable to explain mule procurement, Private Jones receiving contradictory orders about saluting, and a driver scolded for speaking about getting lost (an officer demands silence rather than problem-solving). The cartoon's point: **the Army's rigid hierarchy and absurd rules** create chaos rather than competence. Officers prioritize obedience and appearances over practical results. The humor targets post-WWI military incompetence and the disconnect between command and field-level reality.
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The Quartermaster Mule N MULES we find Two legs behind— Two we find before. We stand behind Before we find What the two behind be for —Freperick E.Wape, Sergeant, Fort Brady, Mich, reery Rastus Johnson of 135th street and the Buffalo Divi- sion was waiting for his glimpse first of France. The first sign of life he observed was a Breton fish “How come feller? Us folks goin’ t ar, and you all goin’ fishin?” —Hawatian Dert., U.S.A. Drawn by Harry D. McHvct, S. Army. sae Lil, Arthur, standing in the stern of a_ returning transport with Brest fade ing in the distance was heard to say, “Ah may go AJ W. O. L. agin, but Ahm damned if Ah evah go A, E. F. agin.”—Tnow- son Epwarps, M.D., for- erly Major of Medical Corps, U.S.A. tae “Did they pass the buck when you was inthe Army, y. Everything come “buck” but never past him. Ligutenant Locan Gitt, Inf. O.R.C. Drawn by Loca Hoarse whisper from the driver's scat—Say, buddie, where's division headquarters at? RIVATE JONES was marching up and down on the parapet of the fort when a friend came along below. “What are you walking up there for, Jones?” said the latter. “Well, I'll tell you,” said Jones, “The general is coming in through this gate to inspect the command and the battery over there is going to fire a salute the minute he gets here, and I’m up on top to give them the signal the minute he steps inside.” “How are you going to do that?” in- quired his fr “T ay,” said Jones, waving his cap, Bang! went the salute. Jones fainted, and the general, approaching a mile away asked: “What's all the shooting about —C. J. Baer, Major-General, Com- manding Sd Corps Area. Gut, U. S. Army. 3 fe, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness” Couldn't Keep It Quiet H E WAS driving a four-mule team hitched to a ration wagon, and he lost his way in the night and mist and drove right through the American trench line which was not continuous at that point, and started rumbling along an old road which led across No Man's Land, He had gone only a few yards when an artilleryman jumped out of a listening post and began signaling him with both hands. hat'’s the driver. “Hush!” said the artilleryman in a low and agonized whisper. “You're headed straight for the German lines. For God's sake, man, turn around and don't speak above a whisper. “Whisper, hell! boomed the driver. “Dve got to turn four mules around. . B. azevtine, Major, Ge Staff, Schofield Barracks, matter?” shouted the Visitor at Hospital—What an awful gash you have on your forehead! Convalescing Soldier is next te “nothin Lewis, A.C. “American Simplicity.” comicbooks.com