Judge — April 5, 1919 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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ee dadge Editorials Joun A. Scercner, President Revsen P. Stetcner, Secretary Peartros Maxwett, Editor J A. Watpron, Grant E. Hamiurox, Art Director Lawrox Mackatt, Managing Editor A. E. Rottau Literary Editor Treasurer Tuose “Acep Moruers” HE American mothers who have given their sons for the freedom of the world, are now being made to serve the authors and artists of the day in the meretricious capacity of what might be called a “faked appeal.” They stare at us from posters, from the pages of maga- zines, from the Sunday supplements of newspapers, as half-bent, doddering decrepit creatures, with sagging cheeks, gray hair, crow’s feet, and all the insignia of senility and decay. The authors of popular fiction tell us of the returning hero who leaps from his train to clasp with his right arm (it is always the left which has been shot away) the withered little figure of his aged mother to his brawny chest. It seems never to have occurred to these members of the artistic fraternity that the youth of our soldiers, themselves might argue, as to their mothers, at least a comfortable middle age. In view of their varied and successful activities, domestic, social, civic and na- tional, it would seem ridiculous to relegate them to the grandmother class, though even these sprightly ladies have been fgiving, in the present stirring times, a fairly good account of themselves. The“ aged mother” fakers had enough of mere approval as soldiers. They were hailed demonstratively in the countries which their efforts aided to defeat the Hun. Cheers and flag-waving were appropriate on the part of those to whose assist- ance and rescue American doughboys went. They were enthusiastically welcomed as they entered the stricken countries and as heartily saluted when {they started for home. But here they expect something tangible—some- thing looking to their future—something that will promise their honorable and profitable assimilation into civilian vocations—to follow cheers and flag-waving. Agencies have been formed to provide for the re- employment of returned soldiers, but the need outruns them. Mere enthusiasm—the impulse of a moment— is a mockery unless it is followed by adequate public action in this matter. More to Eat T is the duty of Jupce to encourage good-nature. Food is necessary to good-nature, for no one can be happy when hungry. Everybody may selfishly wish productive elements may be developed to the ut- most. The United States Boys’ Working Reserve, which during 1917 mobilized 100,000 boys for agricultural work in forty-odd states, and would seem to have neglected the many subjects of real pathos lying ready to hand, to perpetrate an absurdity as well as a libel. s the exacting editor said to the aspiring sob- sister, “Be pathetic, but not too darned pathetic.” Nor EnruustasM ALONE HEERS and flag-wav- ing in honor of re- turning soldiers may be expected. Superficial dem- onstration is the traditional reward for returning heroes. But the need is for something more practical to follow. It is likely that home- coming soldiers feel they have Drawn by Pact Renir A Pup’s in 1918 had increased this personnel to 210,000 boys scattered over every state, under a government super- vision that prevented the exploitation of this sort of labor, should be encouraged. The food produced by this Reserve during 1918 was suf- ficient to feed 1,000,000 per- sons. This work does not interfere with schooling, as it is done in the summer, and the boys are employed in groups when possible, for companionship. ‘Therecan beno doubtthat such a training is beneficial to boys in more aspects than the physical. Therefore Jupce commends the United States Boys’ Working Reserve. NIGHTMARE comicbooks.con