Judge — March 1, 1919 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Joun A. Suecner, President Reunen PL Steicner, Secretary Perrtron Maxwett, Editor 1. A. Wanpros, Livrary E. Judge I diforials ALE. Routaver, Treasurer Grant E. Hasittos, rt Direc Lawrox Mackatt, Managing Ei Reacninc ror THE MILLENNIUM HAT America most needs today is a group of one hundred and ten million people who are so busily engaged at some useful work that they haven’t time to take a major part in the reconstruction of the world. Far too many Americans are wasting valuable energy in abortive attempts to slip the millennium in before the younger generation grows up. Too many are vainly looking forward to a sudden and final readjust- ment of all things. We may as well calm ourselves. What though the papers and the philosophical magazines are filled with news of great upheavals that are coming in state and society? Most of them will never come. After a litle while you and I will settle down and realize that we are pretty much the same kind of creature we were two— or two hundred—years ago. This is dull news, uninteresting and disheartening news. There is no kick in it. But itis true. A long time ago the Great Potter who handles all such clay as we are made of decided that it might take a million years to put the proper finish on human nature. The shocking struggle through which we have just passed was only a turn or two of the polishing wheel. There may be other turns of the same wheel before the job is done. All this is why America so badly needs the hundred and ten million people who are interested in their own little jobs. Such people cannot be spared, for they are working in harmony with the Potter. Let us not act so ridicu- lously epochal. Let us be sane, and do our insignificant bit. It takes only a few of us to handle the big movements, anyway. They can readily spare the most of us to do the millions of little things that are immediately before us. . * * UR_ good old granddads would have advised the Peace Conference not to get more hay down than they can stack up. Drawn by JK. Baraxs “Why, it spells the way’ I spell it! This dictionary of yours ain’t any good.” “What's wrong with it, father?” ost every word different from Devices or THE WICKED HERE are signs and portents that when totally- depraved man is separated from his authorized tipple, as he is going to’ be separated, his ingenuity will rise to what he regards as_ his necessity. From Detroit comes note of the invention or discov- ery of a new cocktail which is imbibed with impunity, as well as joy, in public places in that dry state. Grape juice is legitimate refreshment even with those who frown upon intoxicating liquids. It is the badge of vir- tue of more than one public man who has achieved greatness. In Michigan—and by this time, perhaps, in other dry states, for news travels fast—a glass of grape juice is sophisticated by dropping into it a modicum of yeast, which at once causes it to function with all the “kick” of a Manhattan cocktail. Some other genius—perhaps it were better to call the man who evolved the grape-juice cocktail a “‘chem- ist’”’—is said to have invented a miniature device which has the innocent aspect of a domestic water-filter from which, with proper feeding, a gallon of “good whiskey” may be produced in a day without attention or effort Surely a gallon ought to satisfy the cravings of a consid- erable domestic establishment. ‘There are unnumbered old and tried devices for pro- ducing and secreting, until needed, quite a variety of strong waters, and it is safe to say that most of them, with perhaps a few new ones, may be revived or rediscovered by the wicked who decline to curb appetite and mend their ways in accordance with the Statute. * . . OXE of the hardest things for Europeans to under- stand is that the President isn’t always right, even if Senator Jim Reed is against him. * * * is all right enough to con- gratulate Lloyd George on his smashing victory—but where is he going to find post- masterships for half his sup- porters? comicbooks.com