Judge — November 8, 1919 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by Herman PALMER Judge Editorials . Suricier, President Revven P. Sueicne r Maxwett, Editor J Jou Pexxiro> A x, Literary E E. Rotnaver, Treasurer Grant E. Hasutox, Art Director Lawton Mackatt, Managing Editor Tiose Newsrarer Frare-Heaps ET me write the scare-heads of a nation’s newspapers and I do not care who writes the laws,” some sinister Machiavelli of a propaganda of unrest might chuckle as he looks over the dailies and hourlies. For newspaper heads eight columns wide and a foot deep contribute somewhat to mass neurosis and displacement of the popular spleen. The headliner jumped on the high horse with the ion of war and is still riding him hard, thrill- Neries with spasms at his derring-do. The headliner is rehearsing “Alice in Wonderland,” with the reader's eyes popping out of his head, his heart palpitating with apprehension and with Ss strained to hear the Republic crash to atoms with every edition. Now, the function of a newspaper is educational, and only emotive in times of public peril. We are a big people, with big editors and bigger type—each trying to raise the biggest pumpkins on the front page. It may be all right, but were Greeley and Dana to look in en us they would report to Sam Bowles that the whole consarned outfit is printing circus posters. Surely, this typographical screaming might subside and the Associated Press kindly tell the editor the war is over. Sophisticated folks understand that the scare-head and the American flag are “fine to sell papers ;” but there are shoals of fragile intellects whose cerebral tympanums are shattered by this of the fire-alarm, and as their brains quiver like crab- apple jelly ark crape the header, they see ghosts, “lib- erty shriek as Kusciosko fell,” and blood on the moon. It might be well to call in the foreman and suggest that he cease deton- ating his TNT until the final returns of the election of the declar: B. Fetter Drawn by R. Taxinc Tuem Own Mepicisi roar, 16 village constable come in—and he might need a few squibs for the next war. It might be well for some of our editors to bear in mind a certain little story about a very foolish young gentleman who once upon a time on numerous occa- sions stepped into the limelight by resorting to the simple expedient of shouting “Wolf Wolf!" Great Gutenberg! Ti a half-page horror-head is required to tell a frightened public that Josh Peter's well fell in, the headliner must yank the fog off the Atlantic on which to print the scare-head on Judgment Day—and what shall he use the day after? JUDGELET \ shimmie dancer has to shruggle to make a living. ar) The returned Doughboy be careful when a girl unders says to her.” “Gosh, you haveter ands every word you see * was the de- an I. W. W. “You can jail a man, but not idea: fiance flaunted b: Yes, that is true; it is one of the defects of our civilization. An asylum for the incarceration of crazy ideas is one of the crying needs of the times we live in. “Loogy yuh, sah! If yo‘all comes prognosticatin’ ‘round me ary udder time I'll knock yo’ so far dat yo’ eyebrows will come back by: mail eee Yesterday an insolent cap- jtalist sneered, “The Public be damned.” Today ten thousand unionists To hell with the Public.”