Judge — March 24, 1923 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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Editon J. William Houghton Will r Fisher EDITORIAL “The Almost Perfect State” s Uran the law forbids the sale of cigarettes, also the smok- I ing of any form of tobacco in a public room. And Salt © City has been casting some of its most respectable smokers into the calaboose. In Kansas, where the law has for years forbidden the sale arettes, the Legislature is considering a bill to make their ma crime—jail sentence mandatory on second offense. of cy North Dakota prohibits the sale of ¢ Jowa and Georgia prohibit, or have prohibited, tipping. Texas is considering a bill to prohibit the teaching of evolu- tion in public schools. A similar bill, defeated by one vote in the Kentucky Senate last year, will be revived this year. The New York Assembly is considering a bill to standardize holds, postures and distances in dancing. Oregon forbids children to attend other than public schools. In South Carolina a bill prohibiting the playing of pool or billiards has passed the State House of Representatives and has been sent to the Senate. This list of prohibitions, present and prospective, has been compiled at random. It is hopelessly incomplete, but it will serve to indicate how rapidly we are approaching in this country the blissful millennium when conscience and_ intellect shall have abdicated to the Legislature and we can all become bootleggers of something. Propagoose and Propaganda ne New York World has learned from a “reliable source” that the French Government has decided to spend large ums of money for propaganda in the United States to combat the “general decline of sentiment for F over here, If this is true, may we suggest in all friendliness that a more direct method of altering American sentiment toward France would be to apply these same large sums of money toward payment of the French debt to this country? This, we know, is a hopelessly sordid suggestion, but Americans will alway prefer cash to conversion, particularly their own cash (¢f. their present feeling toward Great Britain). There is still another way in which France might spare her- self, and us, the expense of this propagandist venture, and that is by showing a greater disposition to negotiate a settlement of the costly Ruhr entanglement. Jupce is willing to admit until he is black in the face that Germany deserves coercion. But that won't produce reparations, or national security either. On the contrary, even Frank Simonds, who couldn't’ think more of France if he ended his front name with a “ec,” is afraid the invasion of the Ruhr may in the end lead to a World War. But there’s little use arguing the matter with M. Poincaré. He believes in force, in the force of propaganda to collect love in the United States as in the force of arms to collect reparations ance’ in the Ruhr. The fact that the expenses of collection in both s may far exceed the returns doesn’t seem to worry him, That’s something for the creditor to worry about, ch, Raymond? Attaboy! HE vernal equinox has come; Conan Doyle and Sir Arthur Ectoplasm are coming. Al's here. The P: going round under a hundred; the British have the coal strike has sident is signed on the dotted line; business is booming; skipped a year; there ought to be enough ice, and those Con- gressmen who have not been junked will soon be—what? Raise your hands, children, all who know—drinking? Fishing? Sleeping? Pretty close, but the answer is, junketing. Batter up! Rarely has a season promised so well—for archiologists. Let us be everlastingly dodgasted, therefore, if we don’t make the most of it. Next The ground will be encumbered with self-appointed Atlases and the air filled with their licubrations, and every man who owns a Ford will be expected to wear it in his buttonhole. Page the King of Denmark ed the RECENT dispatch from Fort Worth, Tex., conve interesting tidings that Dr. Frederick A. Cook, “Arctic explorer and oil promoter,” had filed suit for $1,000,000 libel against the Fort Worth Press. stir one’s memories! So Doctor Cook is in the oil fields now, or, should we say, still? But oil is no longer the thing to be discovering. With all these archeological expeditions and triumphs absorbing r, remember, is a Presidential year. Heavens, how this does the popular attention we are surprised the doctor should linger in such a prosaic environment. Is it possible that in the inter- vening years he can have permitted the pursuit of wealth to adulterate his scientific ardor? Why, the Doe himself is an archwological discovery. Paradise Enow! PEAKING of archeology, as we do now and then, it appears that the site of ancient Carthage, destroyed by the Romans, is in the hands of speculators who are selling lots. Residential villas begin to adorn the surrounding hills. Here’s the commuter’s opportunity. As a spadesman in the back yard he’s no mean discoverer himself of dead civil tions—the Victor » for example. But why dig for broken id discarded tins of comparatively recent origin when one might stumble upon the bones buried by Hannibal's dog? Besides, the dumps of Carthage are probably old enough to permit peas to grow from thei A Family Affair pwarp Yo Ciarke, former Imperial Giant of the Ku Klux Klan, is out on bail charged with violation of the Mann Act. Specifically, he is accused in a Federal indictment of transporting a woman from Houston, Tex., to New Orleans, La., for purposes which in Mer Rouge, La., have been considered to justify the torture rack and death. The judge in Atlanta, however, fixed his bail at $1,000. Apparently this indictment is the outgrowth of a feud within the Klan itself in which several former grand goblins are arrayed against Clarke. But why should they invoke the law? Clarke may be innocent, but is that a valid reason why a delegation in full Klan regalia shouldn’t wait upon him and treat him to one of those midnight entertainments with which his org: tion is uplifting the moral tone of the nation? What is sauce for the goose... . How utterly silly of us! As if Klansmen ever took the law into their own hands—against one another! ashes