Judge — December 6, 1919 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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| Orawn by Herman Pater foun A. Stercner, President Reunen P. Scercuer, Praniton Maxwext, Editor JA Christmas Cimecesary is the Jay that makes it wholly unnecessary for the bill collector to forsake his profession and go in for landscape gardening. It occurs in the Yuletide. Also the Jeweltide. And it is the one day of the year that a hermit is justi- ed enough to chuckle. It won the war by affording the training for giving until it hurt. It is the day of reckoning for the old man. And the day of wreckon- ing for the kids. In the North, on Christmas, the moon shines on the snow. In the South the moonshine’s in the stomach. Christmas candles burn on Christmas and the fire department waxeth busy as a result. Christmas trees are laden with gifts and tinsel, and the family makes merry about it, while father communes with himself and wears down a pencil at the desk in the library. Greetirig cards are foisted, carols are explcited, holly dangles, and the bolshevik berries add zest to the occa- sion. Another big meal is served, the daughter home from boarding school plays the piano, the eldest son makes an inter-collegiate touch, and the kid licks paint off the flying machine that Uncle Aguilar brought. Stockings are hung on Christ- mas and bank accounts are also tynched. Santa Claus is fea- tured. But it is expected he will strike this year—for a limousine co replace his reindeer, and chimneys that go clear through to the cellar. Enough has al- ready been said about Christmas cigars. The number of shopping days before Christmas is more im- portant than Christmas. And almost as important as the num- ber of swopping days after. One Christmas, one year, the young man sends flowers. The next year he carries in a diamond, unless Providence favors him. It is the day of gifts. And all gifts are first admired, then em- braced, then examined for price tags. On Christmas the young- 12.619 Drawn by PAUL REILLY Judge Editorials RYO AEE Wuex, We Att Betonc to a Lapor Usios, on, Art Director Grant E, Hamitte Lawton Mackatt, 4 E. Rottaver, Treasurer ‘ary Editor anaging Editor sters get up early and mistake the milkman for Santa Claus. So do all the old folks if he happens to leave a pint of cream. It’s the last real big day of the old year. And it makes the first real big day of the next. And all under the slogan of peace on earth and big bills for men. Sordid Versus Aesthetic RACTICALLY all the complaints about the high cost of g are based on the cost of things— rent, clothing, food, etc.—the inability to afford the spare room and the articles that go to make up the complete wardrobe and the groaning dinner table. How sordid! Never a word—perhaps not even a thought— of the zsthetic aspect of the problem. Soaring rents have caused many td. seek smaller quarters or to rent rooms, with consequent moans be- cause of the necessity of dispensing with servants, enter- taining, pets and luxuries. But has any one considered the sad fate of the rubber plant in the present disturbed domestic condition? Has any one commiserated in song, story or verse the pitiful plight of this faithful companion of affluent years? The hired girl who, without reproach, continued to mangle and scorch your cotton and linen shirts the same as if they were the silk of former years, readily finds a munition magnate to work for. One can always find a spot on the mantel for the goldfish and a corner for the canary or the parrot. The house cat, who with patience and resignation bore the switch from Grade A to Grade B milk and from porterhouse to the cheaper cuts—pilfering with accustomed impartiality when opportunity of- fered—seems still to find paradise on the fences and her bel canto isas flawless as ever. The radiant geranium and the other modest members of the apartment garden hold their own in a window box. But even one room less squeezes the rubber plant out entirely. comicinooks com