Judge — May 4, 1912 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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«T)ousH” is but another name for money. Money! By whatever name it may be known, who can measure its power? Money has as many names as forms. Some of them are vulgar, but “Dough,” they all expressive. “coin,” “gold,” ‘silver, are copper,”’ **seads,’’ ‘‘simoleons,’’ ‘‘iron men’’— meaning dollars—‘‘shekels,’’ ‘‘slag,’’ **boodle’’—any of the titles that man in earnest or in jest has given it, the mean- ing is always essentially the same. It is, in short, a commodity which com- mands friendship, service, fidelity, affec- tion, loyalty, or inspires hate, envy, jealousy, treachery or worse. There are two proverbial phrases that seem to express truths pithil. One is, ‘‘Money makes the mare go and the other is, ‘‘Love makes the world go round.’’ Money makes many things besides the mare go, and none but a sen- timentalist would father the other say- ing. money that makes the world go round. Love is not a thing to belittle. Through it—or a simulation of it—woman, when she happened to be at the elbow of some king, some cardinal, or some potentate, has from time to time changed the map of the world. But money, or the power it buys, was ever at the bottom in such cases, Eliminate money in this practical world, and what would be the result? There are utopian theories of universal content and common happiness without money, but what does the history of the Before man made real money, —-. it was represented by the more valuable things he could lay his hands on. Salt, rice, cocoa, olive oil, tobacco, tea, dates, shells—every- race say? Tne philosopher knows that it is © THE LURE thing that really meant property has fig- ured as money, because it represented man’s accumulation or his discovery. Ancient peoples thus employed cattle, and even the Indian had his wampum. And money or its equivalent will continue to inspire man to struggle—if his search for it is not really instinctive—for one or another purpose until the end of time. How To Box in French. The French are a refined and an artis- tic people. The whole world knows it, for the French show it in divers ways. They make fashions, they are masters of gesture and facial expression, and they,are celebrated among other things for a peculiar brand of stage plays tri- angular in shape. The wines from France, too, via California, long have enjoyed the patronage of table d’hote connoisseurs. The French, also, are the only mod- erns who have brought the duello to the last word in polite efficiency. There are in Paris many men of fashion—journal- ists, artists, dramatists, poets and the like—who fight duels habitually and happily, and still carry life insurance. If this is not art, what is it? For a long time, Parisians would not tolerate boxing or sparring, using rather asa sport the practice of the feet instead of the fists in genteel bouts. But, finally, the Anglo-Saxon fisticuffs came to be esteemed in Paris among Apaches and others who have introduced into this country their unique dances, and flour- ished for a time. Yet this sport proved alto- gether too strenuous for the French capital, and, : owing to the death of a French boxer from a blow, the prefect of Paris de- clared that no more boxing would be permitted, unless regulations were form- ulated. Quite unlike some chiefs of police known in this country, what the Paris prefect says as to things sportive goes. And so regulations of fisticuffs have been formulated. The new rules pro- hibit finish fights, permit boxing only when a physician is present, bar boxers under the age of twenty-one years, and provide that the ring shall be covered with a thick felt, while gloves weigh- ing from four to six ounces are required. Eventually, no doubt, boxing in France will evolve to a paraphernalia not unlike that worn by a baseball catcher in a major league, including the mask. And then, like the duello, it may be practiced with honor and without the least danger —and with some amusement for the onlooker. There's Many a Slip. Dr. Wilson has once more assured friends that he is sure his train will reach the White House. It is possible that in his enthusiasm he does not take into account the possibility of broken rails and burning axles. A Safe Bet. Who's to be next President, No longer bothers me; Whether it’s Teddy or whether it’s Taft, I've figured it down toa T. comicbooks.com