Judge — April 6, 1918 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by Laxc Caspeett Next week the Wall street edition of the Daily Sidonian announces that it is reported that Brother Pithromraph is to head the new Manna Trust. In those days a man could have all the wives he could afford. it was along about the first century that matrimonial multiplicity got its first hard jolt. There had been a: lot of adverse discussion about the malefactors of great wealth who were snapping up the available supply of wives, and certain efforts to curb the plu- tocratic tendencies in this direc- tion, but they had never amounted to much. The church and the law in the early days were pretty well mingled together. If you wanted to transfer a corner lot you got a priest to juggle the deeds; if you wanted to marry, the priest looked after the legal details; and if you wanted to get a preliminary report of the coming decision of the then Supreme Court, you hiked up to the temple and either listened at the keyhole or slipped a Certain Party a little roll. And then we got down to the personal or moral side of the ar- rangement. No one seems to know just when, but it’s on that basis now—in the majority of in- stances and among the plain folks who make up the bulk of what this country stands for. Nowadays Bill Smith gets his eye on some slim young thing weighing about a hundred and five, puts on a Monk—Great guns! What's the matter? Elephant - You totd me if 1 couldn't follow suit to trumpet pencils to stubs figuring on whether they can pay for a flat and the furniture instalments out of what he’s getting, a new family gets started. So gradually we've got something saner in mar- riage. You can take your choice: the church, the city hall, or the justice of the peace; but be sure you don’t try to go into this affair except on the basis of the only safe receipt for putting it across. You didn’t know there was a receipt for happy marriage? Dear, dear, how unfor- tunate and dense and—and—why of course there’s an infallible re- ceipt. It’s the most practical, efficient, philosophical and human receipt ever handed over to an ungrateful world full of people, and it has been in great disuse for centuries. It is—No. You look it up for yourself. The Claude Kitchin of A.D. 31 wrote it down when he heard it. Matthew Vud2. ‘d come to the conclusion that this matter was ended when the editor called me up on the tele- phone: “What d’ye mean Claude Kit- chin of A. D. 31?” he demanded in the rough, rude tones he would not dare employ at home. “Matthew was a taxgatherer,” I reminded him, and hung up the receiver. Eprror’s Nore: After scouring the neighbor- hood for a copy of the New Testament, we fin- nee hoe sti Peace who loose collar, calls at the house so Drazen by W.O. Wirsos pd yhoo airy ceed ae ever: often that the old man begins to “Ye ought to read this book, Joc. It’ ishly we turned to Matthew: vt-12, only co dis: ae: e ought to read this book, Joc. It’s ver it was our old friend The Golden Rule— talk of charging him rent, and after spout a guy sittin’ in front of a phonograph “SWhattenver ve would that men should do to they've worn a barrow load of lead- smokin’ a fat cigar an’ drinkin’ cold cider.” you, do ye even so to them.” comicbooks.com