Judge — August 27, 1921 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by CaLvert Smit. AFTER THE HOST DID NOT MEET THEM, IT OCCURRED TO “TH’ WIFE” TO INQUIRE IF HER LETTER OF ACCEPTANCE HAD BEEN MAILED. A Lodge Meeting By GEORGE MITCHELL N 1850, Henry Cabot Lodge first I saw the United States of America, and though he has never admitted it, he must have then realized he had a pretty large-sized job on his hands. Henry was born in Boston, and a great many people (outside Boston) think that’s just what’s the matter with him. Asa matter of fact, there is no telling what he might have done with a better start in life. If one were charitably inclined towards him, one might say a kind word for him. He does it himself, and if he can do it, why can’t we? A “New England conscience” is a heavy handicap; New Englanditis is all but incurable. Very few New England minds have been seen to broaden, but when a Mayflower men- tality ever gets on the loose, it is more difficult to re-adjust than a Troy Weight scales. We are not ex- posing Mr. Lodge. We are defend- ing him, for we believe he has made a great many more enemies among his friends than he has made friends among his enemies. To make matters worse for him, Mr. Lodge, with so poor a start, headed off in the wrong direction. He entered Harvard and was gradu- ated from the Harvard Law School. So, you see, the poor dear never had a chance. For the first thirty-six years of his life, Mr. Lodge kept himself pretty well out of the rays of the “baby spot.” He lawyered some and de- voted a lot of his time to the writing of History, and then he had himself made the President of the Massa- chusetts Historical Society. But the propensity for stirring up things which must have always lain dor- mant, manifested itself at last, and for the second thirty-six years of his life he has consistently minded other people’s business with delightful con- scientiousness. In 1886 he went to the Legislature, and ever since then it has been just one Marathon after another between him and the Public, the public get- ting the better or the worse of it, as one is either Republican or Democrat. Drawn by Pact REILLY. Jonah—THANK HEAVEN I PICKED AN OUT- SIDE CABIN! W “> make errors? Massachusetts doesn’t seem able to get on without him—or with him, for that matter. So, from bad to worst, Mr. Lodge has rushed into the maelstrom of Politics, and if there is anything worse than American Politics to foster man’s relationship with his fellow man, it has not been discovered —not even in Russia or Ireland. Mr. Lodge’s policies have done much to elevate American Statesman- ship. They now stand on an equal footing with Autocracy and Mon- archy and for sheer Audacity rate with Piracy. He is immune to cen- sure, and has sat so long upon the nose of Massachusetts that the dear old State believes she cannot trust her own eyesight but must needs view the world at Lodge through his lenses. Mr. Lodge has done his best to make the world so safe for Democ- racy (through a certain regard for precedent or disregard for Presi- dent) that we are still at war. He has led a very busy life. H> has done much. He has overdone more. There are times when he must, perforce, be off his game. One sees evidences of it from time to time. But who among us does not The pencil oft out- lasts its rubber eraser, and it’s a wise pitcher who leaves the mound before he is driven from it. We do not offer this as a warning. We are