Judge — June 12, 1920 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Joun A. Scescuen, President Revuses Pexnirox Maxw Judgements eit, £ Sveretar \. E. Rottaver, Treasurer 1.7\. Watpnos Editor Our Uneasy Nationan Conscience HE National conscience is unes doubt whether prohibition is a policy or a prin- ciple—whether in attempting to render a service to virtue we have not usurped powers beyond the reach of governmer We have been t ht that knowled avorable to temperance and that civilization restrain the appetite. In supplementing ed ion with repr sion a government can bring nothing but fear as a factor of reform Fear moulds only the exterior act. It does not in- struct the mind nor touch the heart. We are thin of this, and we are uneasy. We feel that a citizen of a free land has no more reason to consult the government about the size of his thirst than about the state of his soul. We feel that a society which attempts to regulate the interior yearnings of its citizen challenging om- nipotence. We feel that systems of life are inculcated by culture, and moral codes by religion, and we doubt whether public functionaries may rightfully call us to prayers or the pump We feel that the inhabitants of a republic ought to be of the highest type in character, dignity, intelligence and justice—and we are mortified to learn officially that we have wasted years in uplifting ourselves by study, when we might have done it by law. We fee that the plow of politics ought not to tear ruthlessly the rooted habits of a whole people. So many of us already have a family oversecr at home who searches pockets and pecks into pots, that a public busybody seems palling. And if Tan- - y. We are in Nfl spite of the north of the Isthmus of Pan- classes, thirty orders, two es of Ameri ama, embrace thre ndred and twenty-three families, one thousand and thirteen genera, three hundred thirty-five sub genera, three thousand two hundred and sixty-three species and one hundred and thirty-three sub-species So much, and enough, for science. The lay mind knows that most of them, at one time or another, get on the bill-of-fare as filet of sole. . . . A love match lasts about as long as there is money to burn Fashion has changed concerning actual legs as ccell as their coverings, for they are no longer thin ond long, but stout and thicks. -A Writer on Fashions. If your legs happen to be out of style, console your- self with the thought that everybody who is anybody is wearing his last year’s things. * + * Idren sometimes tell truths, as their elders tell lies— C h e wrong time. . . ® N OST interesting in its mechanism is the giant rocket which Prof. Robert H. Goddard is to shoot at the moon in July. Nevertheless, a little last- minute reticence would not seem amiss until the Pro- fessor can learn just what it is that the moon will ave back atus. This nterplanetary exchange of cards might easily become rough. . * * The fellow who is in- clined to be fast is gener- ally the one that breaks talus is still suffering in the pagan purgatory, he must chortle at the joke on his one hundred and twelve million successors. * . * Affriend is a tavern; an acquaintance only a barroom 5 theory that . loose. * * . This old country of ours is sound to the core, says Secretary Danie It being a presidential year, the sound is just a little more noticeable than usual, @ it bas a silver lining a cloud often looks like thunder ” comicbooks.com