Judge — June 24, 1922 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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

bringing the world into a common brotherhood will have to pause. For commerce is the carpet upon which men shall walk to their millennium; and the old man in the front office, grim old pollyfoxer though he may be, is, after all, the weaver of the magic carpet. He is holding the Divine shuttle that is spinning the stuff upon which men shall pass when we come to another and better era. The vision in the boss’s heart is big and beautiful. But the important thing about it is that in some mysterious way it is the ideal in the heart of humanity. Business must teach humanity faith in itself, even through as gross a thing as commercial credit, before we can begin to start to commence to get ready for a larger faith of the nations of mankind in one another, which in itself is only the embryo of peace on earth. So there he sits alone in the front office, with a single rose in a slim green vase upon a wide expanse of mahogany; there he sits in front of the white blotter and with his pencil at his hand. Rather proud of himself, and his desk all cleared of the hour’s rubbish; rather a game old cock is the chief. Tell him that he is an instrument in the hands of Providence, to bring brother- hood into the world, and he will press the button for the police station and ask the officers to come and take away acrazy man. Try to get it to the dear old hyena that he is doing God’s service by promoting faith among the faith- less childish people at the ends of the good old mother Transcript of Boston contained this sizzling headline: SAPPING THE UNITED STATES Alien Propagandists Backed by Their Gov- ernments. Trying to Foster Growth of Pacifist Sentiment Certain Classes Selected as Especial Targets College Professors and Churchmen Included Writers, Speakers, Business Men Also Women’s Civic Organizations Marked Too To Get Army and Navy Scrapped Is Plan Here is truly Squeersian richness. Every one is Red. “College professors, churchmen, writers, speakers, business- men, women’s civic organizations,” all are under the sinister influence of “alien propagandists,” probably wearing false whiskers and disguised as members of the Union League Club. How would you like to be a Red and have to bear the opprobrium of having every man call his pet enemy after your creed? earth, and the chief will cuss you out of the office. But, just the same, that is his job. He thinks he is selling | things in shipload lots. What he is peddling is the dream of an aspiring race. No wonder he is tired, and wants to go to a good show with plenty of girls in it. If you were as big a cog in the destiny of man, you’d want more girls than the old man. Solomon did. And it never seemed to hurt him. And he ran his own Follies. cco The wages of four hundred thou- sand railroad men are to be cut down forty-eight million dollars a year by the Rail Labor Board. That's all right. Their wives can scrub and their children are eat- ing too much, anyway. ~~ The Discomfort of Being a Red T must be a terrible thing to be a real dyed-in-the-wool Red. The low opinion of high-powered people of a Red is indicated so casually. Formerly when one had an emotional disagree- ment with another man it sufficed to call him a dog; or in lighter moments, a jackass. Once contumely was ex- pressed by calling an opponent a snake. But now when a difference of opinion rises between any two gentlemen who wear more than one shirt a month the first thing necessary to indicate that the disagreement is carrying tempera- ture is for one gentleman to call the other gentleman a “Red.” This was beautifully illustrated the other day when the vote on the navy bill was under consideration in Con- gress. A number of patriotic gentle- men, desiring to make America’s de- fense sure, stood for a certain number of men in the navy. Another group of equally patriotic congressmen, desiring to save taxes, thought they could do so without endangering the country’s de- fense by a somewhat smaller number of men in the navy. Nothing serious was involved. But the day before vote SO HE TOOK HER OUT TO LUNCH “Am I starting too fast for you?” New Stenographer—Gracious, no! You're slow! 19 comicbooks.coy)