Judge — February 7, 1920 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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* by Wemwas Pauw Judge Joun \. Sumtcuen, President Keunen P. Sceicuer, Secretar Penerros Maxweit, Editor J. A. Watprox, Literary Editor Editorials Grant E Hasinron, drt Di Lawton Mickatt, Vang, ACE. Rotiwt en, Treasures Drink 1s Down, Smoxe Up! HE. severing of the friendly relationship existing between this country and Great Britain, and boisterously acclaimed during the visit of the Prince of Wales to our shores, is now threatened by the mouthings of a single and singular individual. The entente cordiale has been placed in jeopardy through the discrediting of the Briton’s cordial and ale; the beloved beer of the British has been flung into the face of their symbolic lion; the unicorn has been rapped over the snout; the cockney’s ’arf an’ ‘arf has been drawn, quartered and emptied upon his wrathful head. ‘The brewery interests of the “tight little isle” a in arms against the prohibition reformer William EB. (* Pussyfoot™) John- son, the wild American who recently lost fierce encounter with a London mob th his too strenuous campaigning against propensities “Pussyfoot,” released from hospital, and his clamoring against all forms of is making British brewers and distillers distinctly peeved. Sir William Barclay Peat, presiding at the annual meeting of the most prom- nent brewery con- cerns of Great Brit- ain, hotly awers that the mere presence in England of Johnson a danger to the great industry of thirst-slaking, and demands the instant removal of “the American menace.” But if“ Pussy- foot” causes anxiety n the best bibulous circles of King George’s domain, the \merican’s vocal ructions are as noth- ing compared to what this reformer’s caste has accom- plished in our coun- try Prohibition is an eye in a objected to their boozing tin, What Britishers Think of O. ** Pussyfoot Johnson Ur, Exciuanxn!—London Morni amor it, became mgressmen for their jobs. ‘The 1 our Beer Garden of an accomplished fact us. and so through the fear of C Drys worked while we slept, Eden has become the great American desert. And now the same crowd that fought for the Migh- teenth Amendment is busy trying to take away our tobacco. Will they “put it across?” ‘The pussy have already launched their anti-tobacco crusade omething more than a contemptuous smile will have to be the nation’s reply to the professional reformer’s “Down with tobacco!” ‘Those who, only the other ared concerning national prohibition, “It can’t had better watch their steps if they really care to conserve another of their pet privile The r will go the way of the cocktail, the pipe will join the foaming tankard into oblivion, the cigarette will pass to its death along with convivial libation, if the disciples of the “soothing weed” are not on the defensive against the cunning, insidious, monev-bribing foes of smoking rots be done JupGeners Poets run errands to the Infinite for the human race, and come back to find the cashic Jow closed. ur Prohibition Advocate, Ireland stands between blarney and blunder During the news- print’ paper crisis, why not. substitute real jokes for edito- rials? What has become of the “almighty dol- lar? In still, a and an ing heart. + the cellar: a small voic understand- Be sure you are right, but don’t try to prove it in ddvertiser court comicbooks.com