Judge — May 28, 1921 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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JU Int Director xeiton Maxwett, Editor and DG k J. A. Watpros, of ate Editor Tue Hanxp-to-Moutuers ORTY millions of our people live from hand to mouth. Most of them live high. When statistics first blew these figures to the breeze there was a gasp of pity atour poverty. Scrutiny revealed that these included our Antonys and Cleopatras, and those with a genius for squeezing from every moment the juice which is ripe in it This is the gambling instinct, confronting every emergency with an expedient. If wishes are the spur to effort these forty millions make our dynamo hum. Doubtless much power is dissipated in conniving to balance the h with the upkeep. Unable to capitalize their own lives they must be swayed by bigger designs. Still, making money by their effort, they make profit by their dal liance, and were they to turn frugal there would be a killing frost in the rose-gardens. With every day a feast of harvests no soil is barren as long as there is a crop of wads. Nevertheless, the spenders might ruminate upon methods of knitting themselves into life by an unslipping knot. Some might start by retiring from the automobile class. Others } might live below their neighbors, But the habit of living rich ey and spending a fortune instead of saving one welds them to the bat prodigal earth like officeholders in the civil service, where few tte dq die and none resign. These modern soldiers of fortune are | } 1 comparable to the old knights of chivalry who bore all their wealth in their armor, or like Thomas Jefferson with a retinue | of servants hospitably entertaining travelers. Heh f These forty millions should reorganize their system. They wy should retire into a deep calm, and try to grasp the stinging ri fact that they are putting more into the world than they are getting out of it hey are not in line with the thrift depart- q f ment, which inculcates an old-fashioned trick of making two and two in everybody's arithmetic make four. te Tue Correce-Brep “Rep” RESIDENT HODGSON, in resigning from Valparaiso \ College, Ind., calls that institution a “hot-bed of Bolshe- vism."" Although we have thought that “Red” doctrines are incompatible with the “pale cast of thought,” it is known that a Communistic cult exists in many universities. These wild i bedfellows of the books are like youth in all ages, lovesick for a phantasy, and in their high fever would undo the wrapping of society to find their ideal. That a part of any faculty should forget that students attend to the classes because they paid to learn the curriculum shows that the faculties of acuteness are somewhat atrophied. For be saved by learning Communism at ectures in the classroom, and whoop so- tuition and time co: home. To spin con, ciety to its premature grave. is an industrious form of idleness. The primal passion of youth is motion. On a ball-field this passion is cheerful. In reform it often becomes morose, secing the world is wrong. A college ought to fit the collar of its curriculum to its classes, and permit no balky teamwork. Once outside, the game quickly forms the temper of youth to necessit They who come to school to learn should not stay to wrangle. Chok- ing “Red” students with instruction is a humane process. It is a most feasible method with theorists assailing an existing system of facts with a system which is unsupported by facts. Boy-Time anno Pray-Time MAN on a vacation joins vellow dogs, revolutionists and patriots in the community of freedom. It is then he may amend his constitution and reform his liver—and be as inde- pendent as a tinkers’ union on strike. Yet a harmony and readjustment to the simple life is desirable. Stalling a motor, loafing where the woodbine twineth—with cowslips, wild thyme. dances and delight—may not be too strenuously and scandalously substituted for staid habits. The books of sug- gestion advise one that the back be nestled into the bosom of Mother Earth and a v ionist coo his own lullaby. The idea is to get all the stale things out and fresh young things in. In this democracy of vacation no man can wrap himself in his bank-roll and be happy. All must be barbarians at play to make a Yankce holida: No woman can be # fine lady. All the wings should be plucked from the painted butterflies, and all dwell in the sisterly simplicity of pea-blossoms, cobwebs, moths and mustard seeds. For the more preposterous big children act. the more fun they have. Every man ought to feel as young as the world was when he had no cares. To dabble your bare feet in the brook and babble your bare soul to dreams and sunbeams is a childish game—but it is healthy. Fling forth the pert and nimble spirit of mirth to make rhymes with the woods and waves and love to the pret- tiest girl on the porch. This is your annua! chance to be a wise fool. A vacation intoxication ought to rise to lofty heights; one should write poetry home on post-cards about ole swimmin’- holes, daisies and buttercups, and Maud Muller raking hay This poetic gamboling may reach to plaving dolphin with the mermaids, for in the simple life all must be simple. And if you meet all the jokes, toads and poor fish joyously, you will come back to the boss fat, flea-bitten and glad. comicbooks.com