Judge — May 1, 1920 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by Rar Roux Judgements Jour A. Stercner, President —_ Revpes P. Stetcuer, Secretary Pererron Maxwe: ALE. Rottaver, Treasurer Grant E, Hasivtox, Art Director J. A. Waronon, Associate Editor Tests 1x Psycuo.ocy T last we are passing under the yoke of the peda- A gogues. We have made education great and now it is making us little. The psychological tests sifted the sheep from the goats in the army. Inexorably they are being applied in colleges, industry, society and courts of law—and soon we shall all be indexed into our proper grades of stupidity. Thus we reach the climax of democracy—‘rule by the wisest”—and after cen- turies of quibbling the psychologists identify most of us as boneheads and themselves as an intellectual aristoc- racy. It is well. We have been letting men find their level by their characters—like water—and judging women by their grace. The happy days when we could hide our ignorance are over. Phe body of beauty, which is all heart—of strength, which is all heaith—must now be all mind. Ah, what mighty men of ermined majesty will be unable to qualify as fit to run an elevator! For psychology is Johnny-on-the-spot with answers—making life a cur- riculum and all the people merely pupils. Science is thus blossoming forth its Utopian fruit, and we who have mocked at the highbrows are not laughing now as the apple of knowledge is thrust forth. The folks who hold their jobs on their winsome ways may well tremble—those in velvet well wonder at the becomingness of rags—but those going before judge and jury for crime may well rejoice that irrefutable testimony is at hand to prove them mentally but chil- dren of ten, 33 per cent. normal, and entitled to acquit- tal. And the yoked Samson of knowledge, regarding the psychologists not unkindly, might quote: “Had ye not ploughed with my heifer ye had not found out my riddle.” * * * There’s less than nothing in a name. Down in Mexico, the state of Tabasco is commercially and industrially pepless. * + . A G RAL exodus of Russians from the United States is planned by a group of radical organiza- tions, Lenine to supply the ships. If the worst comes to the worst, Americans must learn to press their own trousers. ILL the League of Nations came along to be dis- cussed, the only reservations we ever heard of were those on which the Indians lived. And they were rarely “mild.” . * . Owing to the increase in the size of our brains, our shulls are becoming thinner.—Intimate Item. Bless our heart! In our modest ignorance we as- cribed that chilly feeling under our hat to the fact that we had just had our hair cut. . * . a E must establish machinery for giving facts to the public,” said General Wood. Well, just to start the machinery going, suppose “we” tell the public that there are some 100,000 war-workers still drawing pay in Washington. * * * Revising a venerable adage, a man in these days of marvels need be no older than a monkey feels. * * * Y the tips which he has received from Thomas, Richard and Henry, a St. Louis head-waiter has been enabled to acquire a $100,000 interest in a hotel of the first magnitude. Thomas, Richard and Henry look sheepishly on and complain of the High Cost of Living. *. * * Even in attempting to paint the town red a fellow now has to use water-colors. ° . * HEN it comes to excuses for delays and poor service, American railroad operators will have to hand it to their brethren of China. It is said that the line’s popularity with suicides has utterly demoralized both morning and evening schedules on the Nanchang- Kiukiang route. The maintenance-of-way department is at its wit’s end, and commuters are filing petitions with the Public Service Mandarins. * * * A New York stenographer would faint at the mere thought of subsisting on the fare on which a Petrograd boilermaker is supposed to labor.—A Writer on Russia. Likewise, having observed the contrasts which some of them put away at noontime, we think that a Petro- grad boilermaker would faint at the mere thought of subsisting on the fare of a New York stenographer.