Judge — February 3, 1912 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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Froma Photograph Showing the Last Step in Locating the Exact Center of Population of the United States. . “The Center of Population” A Title that Fits Every Bell Telephone From the census of 1910 itis found that the center of population is in Bloomington, Indiana, latitude 39 degrees 10 minutes 12 seconds north, and longitude 86 degrees 32 minutes 20 seconds west. “If all the people in the United States were to be assembled in one place, the center of population would be the point which they could reach with the minimum aggregate travel, assuming that they all traveled in direct lines from their residence to the meet- ing place.” —U. S. Census Bulletin. This description gives a word picture of every telephone in the Bell system. Every Bell telephone is the center of the system. It is the point which can be reached with “the minimum aggre- gate travel,” by all the people living within the range of tele- phone transmission and having access to Bell telephones. Wherever it may be on the map, each Bell telephone is a center for purposes of intercommunication. To make each telephone the center of communication for the largest number of people, there must be One System, One Policy and Universal Service for a country of more than ninety million. AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY AND ASSOCIATED COMPANIES One Policy For million in Write for To the Mot Springs. Ark. Los Angeles. Cal. San Francisco. Cal. von 1 West Haven. Coun. Crab Orebard. Ky. ¢ Wash Dc. Portland. Me Portl Philadelphia, Pa, #1 Letingtnn, Mase One System Universal Service Liquor and Drug Users A scientific remedy that has cured nearly half a the past thirty-two years. Administered by medical specialists at Keeley Institutes only. particulars Following Keeley Institutes: re. Pa. 40N6 FIED hve, nce. KE and. Ore, London. England. In answering advertisements please mention JUDGE. It will be appreciated. Capitol Humor By ROBERT D. HEINL. FYERYBODY got the number of Mr, Justice Lamar the Sunday night he walked, without the semblance of a smile, through the hotel lobby wearing a huge hat check on the front of his silk tile. Likewise the spectators had a hearty laugh at the expense of the eminent jurist. When the ordinary per. son thinks of a justice of the United States Supreme Court, a cold dignitary in a black robe usually looms before him. It seems that Mr. Justice Lamar had helped himself to his wearing apparel without consulting the hat-check pest, At first, the number was in front; but, later, the eminent jurist discovered that he had his hat on wrong. By that time he was some little distance from the en- trance to the dining-room. Mr. Justice Lurton emerged into the hall just after his distinguished associate, with whom he had dined, was getting under way. The latter, taking in the situation ata glance, was fairly overcome with laugh- ter. It is hard to imagine how ludi- crous so small a thing as distinct numer- als placed carelessly on a silk hat can make even a Supreme Court justice look. “Mr. Justice Lamar!’’ shouted Mr. Justice Lurton, dodging several elabo- rately dressed women as he ran in the direction of his associate. But the jurist from Georgia was rapidly disap- pearing from sight. Justice Lurton finally contented himself with sending a fleet-footed bell-hop to pull down the sign. It was some time before the hotel loungers were able to regain their ordi- nary composure. a Every so often a bright, new clerk goes down the toboggan slide. His in- experience frequently makes him appear very foolish before his friends. If there was ever a past-master of the ins and outs of Washington, especially the i it was William Loeb, Jr., who gained his principal fame as secretary and right-hand man for President Roosevelt. Whenever the Rough Rider executive was stumped—which was not often—he would turn to Mr. Loeb, and the latter would explain all about it. In his pres- ent capacity as collector of the port of New York—a position which commands the same salary as that of the Vice- President—Mr. Loeb comes to the capi- tal frequently to consult with his superior, Secretary of the Treasury MacVeagh. While waiting a few min- utes for some information which was being gathered for him, Collector Loeb walked into the office of his old friend, Assistant Secretary of the Treasury Bailey. The latter was out. “*Won’t you wait a minute?” said an entertaining clerk. ‘‘Mr. Bailey will be right back.’’ “‘Sure!’’ said the collector, as he be- gan to eye the photographs on the wall. “There is a fine view out of this win- dow,’? the entertaining clerk volun- teered. ‘That’s Pennsylvania Avenue, where all the Inauguration Day parades come along.’” Mr. Loeb never changed countenance. “Below, and to the right, are the great vaults. They contain the stupen- dous amount of one billion seven hun- comicbooks.com