Judge, 1925-05-30 · page 4 of 36
Judge — May 30, 1925 — page 4: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis This Judge magazine page contains three distinct pieces: 1. **"Epilaughs"** (top right): Brief humorous epitaphs, including one mocking an electric washing machine advertisement's promise to spare wives from hard labor. 2. **"Rookie" cartoon** (left): Shows a military officer with children, with text suggesting confusion about "playing Indian" versus "playing fugitive"—likely satirizing either WWI-era military recruitment or childhood games mimicking soldiers. 3. **"Abstinence" poem** (bottom left): A temperance poem by Jack Shuttleworth pledging to avoid alcohol, reflecting early 20th-century Prohibition-era debates. 4. **Bottom right cartoon**: Depicts a boat scene with dialogue about breaking up old boats, apparently mocking practical vs. artistic concerns—likely social commentary on economic or class differences. The page reflects early 1900s American concerns: military service, temperance, domestic technology, and class attitudes.
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uf the ldock pangnen esl Na asl e e paye 8S IOP COD One pr Al ag Sign in store window: “Don’t kill your wife with hard work. I electric washing machine do the dirty work.” ue Tn Earnest Kind Old Gent—What are you running for my little mon? Roy—Sew t there? Well, they?re playin’ Indian! om fellers comin’ back “Ah. [sew And you are playing fugitiv ” “No, sir. T ain't playin!” KRAZLY RACKS “give a sentence with the wor Syr - Rooxir—One o° thim got away! My gawd, my gawd, what'll the captain say? Abstinence A row of bottles all covered with Z dust, High up on the shelf they stand, And all of them there, the labels de- clare, Are of rare and superlative brand. But still each bottle remains un- touched In the dust that is turning them ; gray; | For T'll not succumb to the demon rum And it’s there that I swear they shall stay. So long may they rest on their shelf in peac | Each brand Tam pledged to forego: | Still—it’s easy to swear to touch none Exenrcetic Apprentice—When shall I start in to break: up the old of them there boats, sir? For T drank them all dry long ago. Sin—These ain't fer breaking up, boy—I lets ‘em out to artists, Jack Shuttleworth they won't look at a boat as is a boat. | comicbooks.com