Judge — May 12, 1917 — page 4: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Oto AAm HARTMAR GaLL up E D I T O The Problem OR the first time in her history, America stands face to F face with the problem of conserving all of her resources. All of her resources” means much. It means capital, mineral wealth, soil, soil products, men and women, boys and girls, health and—brains. And not the least of these is brains. Resources are ordinarily conserved by stimulating produc- tion and restricting consumption. True conservation means absolutely no waste. It means a maximum of motor trucks and a minimum of limousines, a maximum of whole wheat bread and a minimum of lady fingers, a maximum of health and a minimum of sickness. Conservation means one hundred per cent. utility for every one of method. Grains of common sen precious as grains of wheat, but they not be saved’ as grains of wheat are saved. Common sense is conserved by serious, persistent efforts at production and by unstinted consumption and expenditure. Common sense is wasted unless it is profligately spent. The surest way to reduce the supply of brains is to increase the consumption of piffle and moralizing and swashbuckling and maudlin patriotism, commodities not mixed with brains. And the only way to increase the supply of good sound sense isto consume all that is produced and then cry for more. There are two big things that every American can highly resolve to do for his country. One is to think hard and straight for at least fifteen minutes eve day. The other is to tune his ears a down to the quiet, minor key of common sense and listen hard every minute of every hour. There is so much claptrap to hear, so much bullish bombast to put up with, that fine cars will be needed to catch the whisperings of truth The well of wisdom will not run dry if we drink of the waters freely Common sense will win the war if it is carefully conserved by un- limited expenditure. Let us calmly re stint ourselves on moncy, bread Private Quacks—Gosh! | wish now I'd joined the cavalry. R I A L NS) and clothes; but let us spend our brains as if the supply were infinite—and it will be. Sixes and Sevens HAT with the “low, rakish craft” and the submarines, the summer resort sca serpent this year has about as much chance to make a living at his profession as if he were a Czar. ¢ Thanks to the Almighty, we shall obtain final victory.—Enver Pasha. With God fighting on the side of each and every belligerent, why drag in Allah? s You can’t move one step ahead if you use one foot continually kicking —Thomasville, Ga., Times-Enter prise. ‘Then how about the church immortalized in the old hymn- book: “One foot upon the solid rock—The other pointing to the sky!” 2 Ex-Czar Nicholas, we read, “knelt and prayed for the new government of Russia.” Well, there are prayers—and prayers. “Oh, Lord,” prayed the old deacon, “do Thou grant that our beloved party may all hang together with peace and accord!” “Amen, Lord,” shouted the other old deacon, “any kind of a cord—any kind of a cord!” * The Burnett bill excludes im- migrants who can’t read, but some of them will come over for a spell. 2 Of the institutions bequeathed us by the Fathers, there are two we simply can’t get along without —the Constitution, and the bond issue. 2 Well, we didn’t “get Villa dead . or alive What a feature ad. he'd have made for a life restorer! i comicbooks.com