Judge — March 20, 1920 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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“Because Tury Do Nor Like te Weeo, Tey Say T Sate Nor Use tat Same.” Tob By Wai Ilustration by OBACCO is the noblest plant that ever grew upon this earth; it has the virtues that enchant, it is a 1 of sterling worth. It is the antidote for care the salve that heals life’s countless woes; and it will stop vour falling hair, and bring refreshment to wer your nose Our homes are happier. | know, because so many husbands smoke; from weary tasks at eve they go, and then their trusty pipes they stoke; they roll their own with skillful curves and doubly bless the fragrant leaf; for smoking soothes their ragged nerves, and lifts the burden of their grief. They sit beneath their vines and trees. serenity upon cach brow se—that privilege they and smoke as briskly as they cherish now But soon the cranks will come along, proclaiming doom to Nicotine; they're crying now that smoking’s wrong, an evil habit, base and mean. We used to view the noisy nuts with something like a deep disdain; we looked upon their batty ranks as freaks with water on the brain. A hundred years they yapped and yelled, and never seemed to reach a goal; the ban ner of reform they held, but always held it in the hole: But now a victory they’ve won; you know just what that triumph is, if vou have tried to get a bun, and found there is no punch in fizz. Now, having canned the Demon Rum, and rid the world of id they come, and sty liquid woe, adown the long. white acco cv Mason Raeu Barton ient plin cherished smokes must go. They'll follow up the an and shrick unt il theydrive us blind; the long-haired men are in the van, the short-hair The cranks are marshaling their hosts, they're getting ready for the fray, and we can hear their strident boasts—the weed, they cry, has had its day. And if we view with scornful sm the fierce manocuvers of that crew, they'll get us in a little while, and we'll have naught to smoke or chew Our kicks and protests won't avail, when we are locked behind the bars; when we have drawn ten days in jail for sme ing one or two cigars. In vain will be our flow of tears, in ve our tearing hair. I wist. if we are given twenty years for biting off some Granger Twist. In vain we'll rear on end and bawl and wildly voice our cheap regrets. when we are backed against 1 dames are close behind. a wall and shot for smoking cigarettes. If we'd preserve our cherished rights that are the boon of every tofl, we'll have to labor days and nights, and show the eranks where tney get off Rise, freemen. rise! ‘The time is ripe! Let's spring our propaganda stuff! Let's battle for the good old pipe, the stogic and the pinch of snuff. I sit beside my door and smoke, and peace descends upon my heart, and all life’s troubles seem a joke—and crafiks would bid my bliss depart! Because they do not like the weed, they say [ shall not use that same; but for my pipe Ul die and bleed; without it life’s a dismal game. comicbooks.com iy!