Judge — January 24, 1920 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Draws by J. Pe Bouse Judge E Reuwes P. Sueicuer, Secretary Jouy A. Suercner, Presider a : Watorox, Perniron Maxwett, Editor ditorials Grant FE. Hasuvrox, det Dire Lawrox Macwatt, Managing Ed A. FE. Routaver, Treasurer Editor GRANDFATHER E have had enough of the gospel of inten- sity—of work, of reform and the uplift. We are overtrained. It is time to preach the gospel of relaxation. Contrast your- self with your grandfather, and judge who was the better man. He thought deeply, laughed heartily and loved wisely. Life was not a race to him; it was a feast. Work was not a master to him, but a means to complete living. You have more facts than grandfather. You have developed the art and augmented the wealth of your country—but what profiteth a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own spark-plug? Nothing is so sad as an American trying to enjoy himself, making the outward motions of pleasure with the apprehension of to-morrow’s task in his heart. Few jokes are more grotesque than the spectacle of this generation raising the standard of living and the whole nation straining its liver and lights trying to raise the price. Grandfather had more sense. When he felt extravagant he gave grand- mother a red apple, and the coat he got married in was folded away to be buried in. Grandfather never tried to outspeed his neighbors, to re- form them nor to uplift them. Grandfather shut his mouth like Daniel Webster, but he could open it on propositions all the way from here to the hereafter. He took a dram to amend his own constitution and a gun to amend the Con- stitution of his country, and had any corporation en- croached upon his property without due compensation, any newspaper dragged his personal affairs into the head- lines, or any self-christened Drown by Re B. this up.” “We'll have to have more ink, Mother—lI've used reformer proposed to make his habits statutorily dis- reputable, grandfather would clothe the hills with thunder and the path to the courthouse would blaze with fire. His life was somewhat grim, his creed a trifle harsh, and perhaps his grave has sprouted briars. But he had a fine old American fashion of separating the public business from his private affairs. Grandfather obeyed the laws, he and the preacher reformed and uplifted themselves, pursued happiness, and would have debated prohibition with the Archangel Michael. He knew that gold glitters—and that Midas found that kisses and strawberries made of it lacked flavor. He knew that man has uplifted himself from the cannibal to the gentleman—and that it is quite un- necessary for all the bulls of Bashan to make a din about it. He had observed many folks get out of breath hasting to be good, and knowing that reform is a com- mendable ebullition of enthusiasm, had oft taken an approving pinch of snuff when he read in his Shake- speare: ‘Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, that there shall be no more cakes and ale?” JuDGELE The: truth. phrases are doomed. about the word “work-a-day world? From all evidence it is going to disguise itself with something that will sound like “ strike-a-day ” world. ¢ be parlous times, in “ven our favorite stock What No doubt the specifications for the Irish Republic include a Presidential Residence to be called The Green-House. . * ’ We used to be “mortgaged up to the neck”; now we are evicted down to the socks. * Ps * We conquered the Hun, but lost the bun. comicbooks.com