Judge — March 31, 1923 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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There’s too big a crowd.” PIPE DREAMS by Wa the great world was raging, aging like a house afire, and ach passing day was staging and collisions dire, we found fort in reflecting that there would be w more, for no nation, self-respecting, e’er again would wade in gore. “This old world will be much wiser,” we remarked, when ends this war, when at last we canned the kaiser and the graft he’s standing for. We ick and tired of scrapping, wasting alls by tons, tired of hearing colonels yapping, and We are tired of evils blighting, tired of blood and bones and tears, we have had enough of fighting for the next ten thousand years.” Thus we talked, and we believed it; this great victory we’d won, in our travail chieved s ended, squelched and done. | Be ss than five short years are vanished since we saw that triumph come, and if war is truly banished, all the s are on the bum. Though we're less th five years older than we were wh e, there’s a chip onevery shoulder, and the threats of war increase. Nations now so badly busted that they lack the price of bread, hunt around for weapons rusted, keen to smash some other’s head. Armies once again are drilling where they should be hoeing weeds, captains suffer for the killing, colonels prance on martial ste pe dreams, pipe dreams, gentle Jer! And the warlike weapons ring, in the lowly tent of Kedar, in the palace | of the king. When John Barl we reformers cried: “We win! we'll have a land enchanted, free from misery and sin, For the Demon Rum has brought us all the evil that we know; orn was planted, 26 It Mason this the squalid years have taught us, ars of suffering and woe. If the ja re full of critters who have steeped their hands in crime, it was forty-rod or bitters that seduced them, every time. If there’s mayhem, theft or arson, if there's any deed of shame, we can prove it by the parson that John Barleycorn’s to blame. »w the Monster Rum is driven from his old accustomed haunts, and there will be joy in living for our weeping wives and aunts.” 7ears have passed since John was ferried by that grisly Charon wight; years have passed since he was buried by the struggling moonbeam’s light. O'er his grave the town goat pushes, there the village milk cows tread, and the dark anheuser bushes shade the stone above his hes But the » full of mortals who have trod the felon’s way, and the peni- tential portals clang behind them every day. And the wave of crime’s greater than it ever was before, since we plugged the devil's crater and nailed up the Rum Hole door. And _ th more kinds of sinning, more vari crime than there were since the bes of this thing we label time. Pipe dreams, pipe dreams, gentle reader! And I shake my head and sigh, as I sit beneath my cedar and behold the world go by. Ihave had my dream Elysian of a world devoid of vice, and th: morning found my vision stark and dead and on the ic been ree Mrs. Newlywed—You poor You've eaten all those biscuits How hungry you must have been. But where is the butter dish? Tramp (perplexed)—Gosh! I must have mistaken it for one of the biscuits. tramp! comicbooks.com