Judge — March 31, 1923 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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J. A, Waldron William Morris Houghton William Edgar Fisher EDITORIAL A Useful Precedent oT so very long ago we were hearing from Frenchmen (why, hello, Georges! How are all your folks?) that Germany was bristling with hidden arms and alive with secret armies. No doubt they wanted to believe these useful stories themselves. But to-day these gentlemen have been compelled to choose another object for their fears and accordingly they have singled out the superior fecundity of the Germans. By 1975, they estimate, France will still have a population of about 40,000,000 while Germany's will have increased to 100,000,000, “It is the fate of France that is at declares President Millerand. In other words, it is no longer the production by Germans of cannon, but of cannon fodder, that threatens to destroy the present balance of power on the Continent. It is a little difficult to understand, then, how the occupation of the Ruhr and the permanent infuriation of a biologically superior popula tion is going to help the situation. Plainly, the remedy, in this generation at least, is up to the mothers, not the soldiers, of Franc To make the competition a little easier for them, how we suggest that an international conference be called similar to that held in Washington and that the size of families among the military powers of Europe be fixed on some such basis as the 5-5-3 ratio. 's New Coach HE professional coach system in athletics is to have a supreme test of its efficiency. The largest university in America (if it isn’t now it will be soon, with a “wet” president) has engaged for its football squad the most famous of all football coaches, Percy Haughton, at a salary rumored to be equally famous, or infamous. Can he do for Columbia what he did for Harvard? Columbia, so far as football is concerned, is virtually virgin Eight years ago it resumed the playing of the American game after an interval of ten years, but not successfully enough to rob its gridiron heroes of a certain becoming humility. Th have little of football to unlearn and should yield themselves, therefore, like clay to the potter. As for new material, Mr. Haughton may take his pick from among thousands, represent- ing any nationality he fancies, responding to any language including the Scandinavian. Columbia offers him everything but a football team—that’s for him to fashion. » we shall see now how much a football team owes to its high salaried coach and how much to the sp of the institution. For if Perey Haughton to perch on Columbia’s goal posts he will once for all that the lady is a vamp. Columbiz soil. n persuade Victory have demonstrated Fallen on Weevil Days Wik KEY to favorable action by Congress is the friendship of the farmer. Enlist his support and you can come pretty near carrying away Muscle Shoals or any other dam thing. That is why we are particularly interested in the news that the Army Air Service is to have the task of exterminating the boll weevil by spraying the cotton fields with compounds of arsenic. The Army Air Service is in sad need of Congressional support. Assistant Secretary Wainwright has reported that it has practically used up its equipment and that “the amounts of money appropriated for the purchase of new aircraft are insufficient to provide what is necessary even for the normal peace-time equipment of the present small air service organizations.” Here is its opportunity, then, to demonstrate to the yes men of America that money spent on its upkeep can be made to pay dividends in peace as well as in war. The value of the airplane to distribute insecticide over extensive areas has been proven already. Its use to prevent the spread of forest fires is, of course, well known. And lately it has even shown an ability to bring rain. Any one of these uses should endear it to the farmer’s heart. All together they should make it in time his prime favorite among all the contraptions of man. Cheer up, Mr. Secretary. The Army Air Service may yet climb to affluence on the back of the boll weevil. The Unkindest Cut Sita Lewis, author of “Main Street” and “Babbitt,” has taken a small apartment in London which he expects to occupy for at least two years. England, he told a reporter for the Manchester Guardian, “is the only country in the world in which to work.” Americans have taken in excellent part Mr. Lewis's novel- ized satires, and they are not disposed to quarrel with Mr. Lewis or anyone else who goes abroad to play or drink. But to go abroad to work! Isn’t the man going to leave us any excuse for existence at all? In Behalf of Vanity agor Marcarer Durry, of the Salvation Army, is authority for this statement: “A woman does not lose her desire to be attractive in jail and there are no men to look after her. t the same, just because she i Even in solitary confinement she is a woman ju and a mirror and curling iron are her best frienc Major Duffy thinks the State in all humanity these implements. Her testimony reminds us of a similar remark made a year ago by the male Superintendent of the New York State Re- formatory for Women, that his wards took the same pains ng and beautifying themselves at the Reformatory, where they would for an Easter should supply dres: they were cloistered like nun: parade on Fifth Avenue.” Well, why not? woman's appearance is as much a part of her equipment of self-respect as a man’s muscles. Sex attraction is the ultimate object of both, but a man doesn’t permit himself to go flabby simply because he may have eschewed female society. Wardens who encouraged their women prisoners to doll up to their hearts’ content would probably discover that their conduct and disposition improved with every dab of powder.