Judge — November 23, 1918 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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&DIiTORLAL Coxancnt Crave sud Gay on Things as They Pane nN War Time HANKSGIVING, decreed by the wise custom of our fathers, finds the nation this year at Armageddon. Thanksgiving in war time—and such a war! Ci lization is torn and bleeding, almost to the death. Sorrow and suffering are in many homes and sacrifice in all. The least devout are moved to follow the advice of Job’s wife: “Curse God, and die.” The most devout may asl “What is there to be thankful for?” Greatest thing of all that the war is nearing its end. Jet us thank God that when He created this fair land of ours He peopled it with men willing and capable to defend it to the last breath. Let us thank Him that in this crucible there will melt away the last traces of sectional bitterness and racial antipathy. Even now we enjoy a national unity which is the marvel of the world. Let us thank Him for the vast resources with which He has endowed our nation so that the final issue is not in doubt. Let us thank Him for the abiding certainty that “government of the people by the people for the people shall not perish from the earth.” Let us thank Him for the fortitude with which, uplifted and sustained by that certainty, our men and our women are bearing the strain. “THANKSGIVING Fiaccinc THE War HIS is the heydey of the flag—the flag multitudinous and multicolored. We live in the midst of a blizzard of vivid bunting. train is the prevailing malady among those who walk much abroad without their smoked goggles. The main thoroughfares of our big cities have erupted like a frenzied spectrum. Yew York, for example, is an clongated kaleidoscope on a spree. ‘The flag is mightier than the facade. It needed nothing short of a world-conflagration to compel our familiarity with the banners of other nations. Some of us had almost forgotten the details of Old Glory. Time was when most of us, on a wager, could not have told whether the Belgian flag had a brace of Brussels’ sprouts in its middle or a portrait of old King Leopold, and some of us suspected that the ensign of France con- tained the bumble-bee of Napo- leon or perhaps the profile of Sarah Bernhardt. Our ignorance of flags was as diversified and deep-rooted our misunder- standing of foreign character. Happily all this is now changed. We know all about the more shall we blush with sudden and helpless shame when some- one asks, * What is the flag of Liberia like?” or “ Please describe the Australian flag to me.” We shall be able to do so at once because we have been living cheek by jowl, so to speak, with all the flags. Of course we can. And, by the way, what is the coloring and design of the flag of Siam? ‘TROUSERS HER is nothing in the world designed for human I happiness or convenience, or developed from human experience for the good of the race, that passes into use without objection. A Nebraska clergyman the other day wrote to Governor Keith of that State protesting against the wearing of men’s clothes by women, and citing the Bible as authority for his protest. The governor referred the letter to his attorney- general, who declared that no law, ancient or modern, should prevent women from wearing men's clothes in war work. It did not require a judicial mind to reach this conclusion. Women in all countries involved in the war have been pro- jected into vocations formerly monopolized by men. Stern necessity has controlled in the matter. Women are now farmers, machinists, railway laborers, car conductors, motor drivers; and they are also found in skilled work that men alone did before the war turned the world topsy-turv! Necessity and use change viewpoints. So potent are the times against the particular tradition that women should dress exclusively in skirts, furbelows and fluffy things that the eye is no longer startled when we sce them in trousers, coats and hats that would become men. And the women thus attired, on the whole, are still womanly, They would grace their older fashions, as they dignify the work that renders necessary their more sensible clothing. It may be that the freedom women now enjoy in the matter of dress may beget strange things hereafter, when the world settles down to comparative quietude and reconstruction. One thing that seems impossible is by no means beyond the pale of logic. In the cases—more numerous than the men involved will admit where women in skirts have seemed figuratively to wear the bifurcated garment their milder males have masqueraded in as bosses, it would not be strange that the emancipation that has taken place should permanently give them trousers, let their husbands wear what they may. Fist iy War, Fist 1x Peace flags of our Allies. We can recite . WON Bey their hues and insignia as glibly Drown by Warr McDovoau Ee immediate danger to the as we can recount our last deal XCEEDING THE Limit cause of Human Liberty is in real estate or that painful inter- The Pious Kaiser—Gott iss mit us! no longer from the Mailed view with the pawnbroker. No The Impious Crocen Prince—lIf he is, he’s going some! but from the Pacifist. comicbooks.com