Judge — January 3, 1920 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Drown by Hemwan PaLeen Judge Editorials Revusen P. Sretcuer, Secretary foun &: Steienes, Pre ide J. A. Watoros, Lite Perriton Maxwett, Editor Grant E. Hamitton, drt Director A. E, Rottaver, Treasurer Lawrox Mackatt, Managing Editor Editor Booze AND SILENCE RE New Yorkers becoming tongue-tied Is the absence of alcohol in the blood drying up the sources of speech? In the theatres, between the acts, there is a notable absence of that happy buzz and hum of words that used to greet the ear the minute the cur- tain fell. In the lobbies between the acts.of the opera and the plays, men and women greet one another with boreal smiles and stiff bows. Gone the sparkling repartee and galloping gossip! The mineral water ner leaves their brains flat. In the restaurants at the dining and after-theatre supper hour there is a pale buzz of solemn whisperings. Gone the chest-deep guffaw, the breezy give-and-take of friendly diners, the loud, genial “Hello, Mac!” Some sit like stone statues over their lemonade, and if the tongue wags its motions are mechanical and measured, s, the tongue has become a public chocolate melter coated with ginger pop. Kincs ano Macictans have had the kings and princes with us. They were once magicians, but their wands no longer function over our imaginations and their words have lost their glamour. But the real, the eternal ma- ans, the Prosperos of fairy es that are as ageless as the thirst of the human heart and cs immortal as Chimera, are coming to us in a stream—and in this too-practical, energetic coun- try their presence is a blessing. First came Lord Dunsany, who weaves strange worlds on paper and who creates demons and giants and gods out of im- material images. Drawn by A.B. Watsen This colleve professor receives a salary of $2,000 a year, Anotuer ArGUMENT FoR INCREASED SAcaries . * . Now comes to us the most famous of them all— Maurice Maeterlinck, the creator of “The Blue Bird” and “Pelléas and Mélisande’—out of his Belgian castle. His name recalls to our souls Wonder and Mystery and the life of elemental things, the wizardry in common objects, the astounding feeling of just being alive. Less kings and more magicians, like Dunsany and Maeterlinck, is what this sick world needs. They are medicaments out of the heart of old Mother Nature herself! JuDGELE There is only one way to enforce prohibition effi- ciently. Make the act of consuming alcohol a capital nse. Public penance and confession for thinking in terms of alcohol. Paid breath-smellers. Surgical search of the human system for alcoholic calories. Why pike in this matter? If the bucket goes to the well too often these days you know that there is more than truth at the bottom. * * . Some birds are not as gamey as they're tainted. Mankind cannot live by bread alone, so headlines were invented A moralist controls his vices by abolishing his senses. Half the country doesn’t know what the other half drinks. * . * In the mirror a man sees his necktie; a woman her years. * * : Cynicism is a dead flower on the grave of sentiment. and this ceives an $12,000 a All castles in the air have fresh tears stored in the cellar. “4 comicbooks.com