Judge — May 12, 1923 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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Editors Douglas H. Cooke liot_ Keen J. A, Waldron William Morris He William Edgar F EDITORIAL Judge Loves Youth Y graduall until measure of experience chastens it. Spontaneity, joyousness and the spirit of irresponsibility characterize Youth, but as the years pass, those who habitually show effer- ouTH scorns the conventions some vescenc arn to control the gas. But really how delighting is Youth in its freshness of im- Even when its manifestations are based upon mischief it appeals. The adult and the old, while admonishing., admire and enjoy the things that they hypocritically condemn and profess a wish to amend by wise saws and dry reproval. JupGe loves Youth. Weekly it gives rein to it on its College Wits page. Annually a whole number of His Honor is devoted to the wit, the humor and the amusingly artistic efforts of the undergraduates. This is that Annual Number. pulse! How do you like it? A Needed Reform WANT Mirth Control! Since wisdom consists chiefly in the knowledge of what to laugh at and what to be solemn about, Mirth Control would 1 well-being. It would cause the y. It would overthrow domestic Despotisms would be ] bring about an era of univers divorce court to fall into dee: tyrants, political tyrants, national tyrants. laughed out of existence. Peace would become a reality. By the judicious use of Mirth Con- trol even the tariff problem could be solved, and relegated to that burying ground where the corpses of political hoaxes are preserved. The festivities of all banquets would become delightful, since the toastmaster, well versed in the art of Mirth Control, could arouse levity in the auditors of the most tedious speaker. Through the practice of Mirth Con- trol every student could laugh spontane- ously at the proper point in the profes- sor’s lecture. Mirth Control, it is safe to say, with- in a reasonable length of time would effect a reform needed beyond all other reforms—it would reform the reformers. I demand Mirth Control! Clyde K. Hyder, Drury '2 The Menace of the People T IS high time that the country did something really worth while toward checking the activities of the people. Nothing can be accomplished as long as half-hearted measures are resorted to, and the situation seems to be growing worse every day. Hunch by Cari 17 For instance, take crime. It has been definitely proven that all the murders, hold-ups and robberies, as well as the thousand and one lesser violations of the law, are committed by persons. And persons are a part of the people. Why is not prohibition a success? Because half of the persons in the city keep right on drinking, disobeying the law, and the other half of the persons are bootleggers. What do the papers say when an auto accident occurs? They either state that so-and-so was run down by an irresponsible person, or an incompetent person, or an intoxicated person. In any case, it was a person, a unit of the people, who did the thing. You and I complain because we cannot get a seat in the subway, or because we are buffeted about on the sidewalk like a punching bag. Who causes us this inconvenience? The people! ‘And every day the number of the people is increasing. Every day you and I are being crowded more and more into the back- ground, and may soon become nonentities, unless we do something. All around us new dwellings are going up constant! the street, in the surface cars, in the theaters, everywhere we see people. Unless something is done, and done quickly, and drastic measures are passed, there will be so many people that it will be too late, and the power will pass into their hands. The presence of people is a grave danger to the city, which must be heeded at once. Henry W. Pilch, Columbia '23. The Fate of a Spook EHOLD, I am the Spirit of College Humor! my gray temples; my bright eye; my What? No spirit has form and color? I am the Spirit of College Humor. You see my form in California, Texas, Washington, New York; my color in Toronto, San Francisco, Cambridge, Seattle. Yet you may not always know me, for I wear a perpetual disguise. To see beneath my mask you must hold the key to the editorial offices of the college comics. There am I unchanged through all the years. There I sit familiarly upon the arm of the editor's chair, my fingers near his wrist, ready to throttle his brain chil- dren. I laugh mockingly at him from seas of copy—every page of which is a component part of myself—old—unchanged. I chuckle in hellish glee when one after another feeble, doddering old jokes, long since in their editorial dotage, stagger across the desk only to fall into the rapacious maw of a hungry waste basket. Ha! Ha! Ha! Why dol laugh? Ha! Ha! Ha! I know that they will return, They must return. They are College Humor. Ah, I am sure of my place, secure and snug. I can never, never die. The same young ideas which once gave me birth still nourish me. Young ideas, old to all except the young. I am sure because I know my place. There is no competition in the spirit business. Tom Irwin, U. of California. Look upon me; flashing thrusts. You are mistaken. Drawn by KENNETH FerGuson, Stanford '25. Hour, Stanford ‘24. “Mah soul, Sachem! w’at maybe we can get a spare tire f’om!” Ca’m yoh hunger, boy! Dar’s a mirage keeper comicbooks.com