Judge — November 1, 1919 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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“You've Dountiess Hearp Trrat We Have PLaxxep To Drive Touacco From Tue Lanp.” Cleaning Up By War Mason. Mlustration by Rate Barton “VE closed up all the booze bazaars, and broken all the j and jars that once were full of gin; we're out to shoo away all vice, and make the people sweet and nice, and rid the world of sin. You've doubtless Irard that we have planned to drive tobacco from the land, and how the sinner sweats! He knows the day is drawing nigh when he can't take his roll and buy alfalfa cigarettes. The man who chews the filthy weed in vain for further chews will plead, when we have done our worst; and meer- schaum pipes, and pipes of clay, and briers, too, must fade away, for they are things accurst. We'll make this world so good, I wist, that none but nts can here exist, and sinful men will say they'd rather in the boneyard snooze than live where morals never lose their lustre for a day Each town will have its curfew bell, and when you hear the solemn knell, you'll promptly hit the straw ; at nine o'clock all lights go out, and any gent who hangs about will be suppressed b: The wicked things that grieve and shock are framed up after nine o'clock, as all good peelers know; and his head to plan new kinds of woe. Phe theatres will close their-doors ; the theatres have long been bores to every ntly man; the actress, i he inty gown, who blights the morals of the tow ill be an also ran. The theatres are a disgrace; on every leprous spot we'll place our healing moral salves ; we saints have never thought it nice to see Eliza cross the ice, exposing husky calves. We'll cut out picnics in the wood harmful goods, distressing to the view; there lads and lasses have a chance to flirt and cast the am'rous glance, and plan elopements, too, The Blue Law of the olden times, denouncing all men's deed’ crimes, we'll resurrect, you bet, when we have canned the slot machine, and put our ban on gasoline, and spiked the cigarette. We hope to make this world so clean that wingless fellows won't be seen; all wickedness will stop halo dealers will be found where now the sinners throng around the man who's selling pop. while and you will see how fine this sad an be, when purged by cleansing fires ns work out all right we'll all be wea white, and pawing golden lyres. for they are evil Just wait 1 world