Judge — March 3, 1923 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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Ss Udges Douglas H, Cooke fiot Keen J. A. Waldron William Morris Houghton EDITORIAL Der Tag! Ti= Sixty-seventh Congress dies on March 4, which happens to fall this year on a Sunday, the day of rest— one of profound rest, if we may make so bold as to speak for the people, and one of thanksgiving, too, for which we need no Presidential proclamation. Pork N THE RECENT conflict in Congress between the budget and the pork barrel the pork barrel won handily. Or, to speak by the book, the amount appropriated in the Army Supply bill for rivers and harbors was $56,000,000, instead of the $27,000,000 specified by the Budget Commission. The Army, to be sure, remains where it was—at 125,000 men and 12,000 officers, although the National Defense Act requires a minimum of 150,000 men and 13,000 officers. In his special Army Number last November JupGe said editorially : “Under great pressure Congress can be made to pass a measure urgently demanded by the country as a whole. The National Defense Act of 1920 is an instance. But the more Uncle Sam is allowed to spend on himself the less there is for the pork barrel. So the moment the pressure is relaxed our patriotic legislators covertly hamstring those responsible for putting such measures into effect.” But we didn’t mean it as a hint. Something New REENWICH VILLAGE is, or has been, the scene of an in- teresting social experiment (we can never be entirely in referring to the Village). Two ibly by the spectacle of Babbitt yearning for sympathetic ale companionship, organized there the “Bureau of Social Service,” to supply, at $10 per girl per evening, “jolly dinner and theater companions” for lonely males ng New York. At last accounts they had selected for their purpose sixteen ladies of intelligence and pulchritude, ranging between twenty and forty years of age, who could supply the strictest references, two business and two social. “They must certify to the excellence of their morals,” to quote from the official specifications. ‘They must positively agree not to take any drinks with the men. They must agree also not to allow the men to accompany them home, and they must finally promise to report any infraction of courtesy by the men.” A very proper service indeed, you see, for strangers who long to kindle the spark of sympathy and understanding in a pretty woman nd with no further obligation than to charge it to their expense accounts. And, socially considered, sure of our tenses young women, inspired po: f a prophylactic service, too, since many a lonely visitor to the seductive metropolis, preferring but lacking this sort of female ip, has surrendered himself to the sort that is able. compani always avail But we despair of ever persuading the wives back in Zenith that the Bureau of Social Service is an institution to be per- petuated. Anatoo p. Howe, in a recent issue of his Monthly, tells of a man who bet a thousand dollars that he could collect a large ving Christians of Ana- too.” “There is no such place “and consequently no Christians th acquaintances, organized committees on the usual lines. After the money returned to the donors.” Mr. Howe thinks this proves the e too many collections and collectors and too much bunk in miscellaneous charit and the New York Globe thinks it is a tribute to our soft hearts and open purses. What it does prove, of course, is that most of us give, not for the sake of saving or comforting the recipients 00,” wrote Ed. Howe, *, but he went among his and the work proceeded had been collected it was Gt bug chunity.-ahout. whom-werhay, knowvand cans ex ite as about the starving Christians of Anatoo, but simply to satisfy our own egoes. ‘And apparently our goes are insatiable, Colonel Haskell, new head of the Red Cross in Asia Minor, says we have fondled and pampered the Greeks and Armenians there until all they want to do is to sit around and let the Americans keep them. What a shame it is that Anatoo has been exposed! For we might have continued saving her starving Christians indefinitely without corrupting them. Background orE important than the treasures of the dead unearthed M at Luxor is the discovery by the French Ministry of Agriculture of a family near Peau which has occupied same farm without interruption since the y 1023. M. Lascassies-Pouplan, the present holder of the land and twenty- fourth in succession as head of the family, owns 200 acres and is mayor of his town. It is a little difficult for Americans to comprehend what must be the attitude of such a man toward his duties as father and citizen, or with what philosophic calm he must regard the kaleidoscope of current history. As Mayor of Lucgarrier he feels, no doubt, that he belongs to his town, and not, as with us, that his town belongs to him. And as a family man he is probably repeating, “the first nine hundred years are the hardest.” the Excuseitplea NE oF JupGe's regular contributors had the temerity recently to believe something he read in the newspapers, namely, that the Ku Klux Klan had absorbed the National Order of Owls. He was inspired thereby to a para- graph in this magazine which could not be considered compli- mentary to the species strigidae, feathered or human. But it appears that the news was false. Mr. Albert J. Bloom, president of the National Order of Owls, has character- ized the report by a shorter and uglier word, and thrown in an adjective or two for good measure. Mr. Bloom’s indigna- tion does himself and his order credit. We are only too glad to record the fact that three-quarters of a million Americans (Mr. Bloom’s own count of the members in his order) resent the imputation of affiliation with the Knights of the Nightie. In the upper left-hand corner of this page is a pictorial representation of what we hope are the restored relations between Bench and Bird.