Judge — June 10, 1922 — page 20: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

EDITORIAL By Wituiam ALLEN WHITE “Vv FROM BEYOND THE VEIL HE teeth had been visible in the gloom for several "T rrinates The cabinet did not quiver. But presently the teeth began clicking viciously. Then from beyond the veil came the high falsetto as the teeth snapped: “I notice from the returns in Indiana and Pennsylvania, and by the ruction which the boys are making to clean up the Old Guard in Michigan, Ohio and New Jersey, that we are returning to normalcy. I wonder how the Administration likes it!” Then, as the falsetto broke on high C the teeth faded, the encircling gloom deepened, and another control took charge. BREAK THE NEWS TO GRAMMA E NOTE by the public prints that fashions in cor- sets are changing; that this summer they are to be sporty as the trick shoes of the flapper. Moreover, we observe that gaudy colors in ginghams—pinks and lavenders—are to be in vogue. Judge being a family organ, with interests for the old as well as the young, gives space to this information. The Angel Child won't care; corsets are nothing in her young life. She is no skeleton in armor. And mamma has about abandoned the cramping device of the devil. Only when she goes to church, which is precious few times, does mamma hook herself up with steel and cotton, but grandma sticks to the old order. She still wears the tie that binds, and blesses it. Grandma, however, can have her thrills. She can wear ‘em this year in shell pink and lavender, and sky blue with a dash of heliotrope. Just because a lady soaks her teeth in a teacup over- night, and is not so available for a co-respondent as she was a few years ago, is no reason why she should not have her golden moments. So Judge breaks the news to her that corsets this year are going to perk up a bit. Clad in a giddy pink corset, grandma may be more than a match for Uncle Hiram. Caveat emptor. “We note that fashions in corsets are changing.” OUR B'GOSH NUMBER HIS week we devote to the hard-working, down- "T rosacea, horny-handed son of toil, who raises our food, our clothes, our soft drinks, and our cost of living. He is an isolated creature, scorning co-opera- tions, avoiding unions in the main, and pinning his faith almost solely to purveyors of blue sky and hot air in business and in politics. He thinks as an individual, which is after the American fashion; but he also acts as an individual in a land where mass action is becoming common. So he suffers, being out of step. He has had many a raw deal from cards which he dealt himself. He is the largest private consumer of gold bricks in the world, and next to the Government of the United States gets less for what he selis and pays more for what he buys than anyone around without a guardian. But he is a good sport at that. So here's to him! May his whiskers never grow less and his godly line increase. In his presence we stand conscience-stricken. But without him we are a busted community. comicbooks.com