Judge — May 8, 1920 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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“Site The Has a Hesxprep ‘Vanes ro Vent ot Maktykpot Site's Bragise” Talkers By War Masox Hlustration by Rateu Barros HIE world is full oh chee! ts misery is shock ing; and nearly all the grief we see is due to useless talking. We talk too much, from birth to death. the proof grows ever stronger; we use in talk our vital breath, until it’s drawn no longer Go through the world, oh, doubting dears, that should nd gaze upon the damaged cars, and count the bleeding noses. For daily people talk too much, as ily they under; they chase around and get in Dutch repeating chunks The slandered parties then uploom, with fiery the talksmiths for the tomb, or We're always talking nditions, and then we kave our heads half-soled by grave and learned physicians. For talking leads to biffs and swats. to doctor bills that bore us. to long and painful days on cots, with nurses bending o'er us ymestic peace and fills with desolation woe full of roses, « me: of slander. vengeful glances, and_ fit the bold. of people and for ambulances. brave and "Tis talking spoils once happy homes, that should not cease to ornament this nation. The workworn husband journeys home, at finish of his labors, and hopes to read some helpful tome, or gossip with his neighbors. Alas, he has a talking wife, who always words is venting; she makes a burden of his life, by whining and lament ing. She has a hundred tales to tell of martyrdom she's bearing and oft he Mo. could keep wonders how in Hannibal aman She has a hundred pressing needs (may woe aye betide her!) and he must dig the hard-carmmed seeds he'd hoped to blow for cider. le cannot read his treasured books, hy cannot read the papers: and so he shrieks and cries * Gadzooks! ind cuts some crime-wave capers. And then the public prints rattled father burned down his house and slew his mate, and caused the bother. “The greatest brute that ever was.” the public prints declare him; but they have overlooked the cause that made him wreck his harem Oh, minute | am roiled by this or that or Uother. I see the wing children spoiled by talking dad or mother You ought to sce my Willie jump, without a thought of roar i hump and do his daily choring eye obedience induces; he does from swearing relate just how ing. when I admonish him t The baleful gleam in my left not ask the reason why. or hand me cheap excuses. But Jonnson, in the next door shack. keeps talking to his kiddies; he’s always begging Jim or Jack to hunt the errant biddies; they care not for his threats or pleas, or of the things he’s wishing; they're hunting worms and baits like these, with which to go a-tishing. Oh, Johnson is a feckless dub; if wisdom he would borrow, he'd do nis talking with a club. and dodge some future sorrow No wonder that the cynic guys view life with mirth and mock- the dead ones only are the wise: the rest of us are talking ing; wit’ comicbooks.com