Judge — August 10, 1918 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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

Drawn by Lawrence Fetrows Murdered Music By Tov Cuenxevix HUDDER as we may, the crime will go on. That free S music should not be free for every vandal is something yet unlearned. A symphony may be turned into rag- time. Dowe protest? Do we depart from the scene of lunch- ing? We donot. We continue our dinner and our chatter with perfect forgetfulness that we are consenting to an atrocity.” “Something nice about that tune. What is it?’” “I know what it isn’t, though the programme says ‘Bee- thoven.’” “Well, then, it is Beethoven. Moonlight sonata?” “Decidedly not. Maybe the notes, but not their meanii “That is not possible.” “It certainly is possible, and it is being done. you go, to eat or drink or dance or laugh, you will hear just that.” “Good. It gets every- body acquainted with the classics.” “Unfortunately it mis- informs them.” Everywhere “The idea! Don't you suppose they learn the tune?” “That is just the trouble. Save the mark! What they learn is distortion. Rhyth- mic distortion, speeded up to the movies, or droned out like the toothache. Both are worse than nothing. And we lamely let the murder go on. What insane psychol- ogy! “Oh, quit! If more felt as you do there would be no end to the unjust complaints Drawn by Baxkspace Rocers Small Boy—Gi Big Boy—I das a picce 0’ dat candy, will yer, Jimmie? p t! Suppose dere was ground glass in it or some’pin? I couldn't bear to watch your dyin’ agonies. about all the good music provided for public enjoyment and uplift. You bet I for one am glad to be favored and improved.” “Ah, you give me an idea! ‘Improved’ itis! And just the grade of improvement to which you are susceptible. I see it now. You could never swallow this music in its essential form. Camouflage is indispensable.” Doing Good The wellwisher—We really ought to do something for the good of our fellow men. The uplifter—We really should. can suppress? Isn't there something we Her Contribution Tramp—Madam, I am a starving Belgian. Housewife—Well of all the nerve! What happened to that barrel of flourthat ourchurch sent over last year? Learned from the Ladies The husbandman—That crop was worth three dollars a bushel and the bugs are getting it all. The farmerette—Perhaps if you reduced the price it would be so cheap and com- mon the bugs wouldn’t care to eat it. Technical At a Normal school board- ing-house — Florence —Why were the boys taking up that collection this morn- ing? Mabel—To hire a coach for the football team. Florence—Huh! I'd let them walk. Guess comicbooks.com