Judge — October 20, 1923 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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got to mail?” He—They’re going to post. “Would you mind giving him this letter I for- THE BURDEN OF WEARINESS ’m TIRED of dippy voters who never do I relax, whose talk is all of motors, of Fords and Cadillacs; of Hupmobiles and Dodges they spiel, to my distress, and how I long for lodges in some vast wilderness! For I would talk sublimely of topics broad and deep, of subjects high and timely, not matters vain and cheap. I'd take up Brother Harding on polic of his, and say some things regarding the ague of nations biz. But none to me will listen, and none an interest takes; the talk is all of piston, of steering wheel and brakes; the talk I hear is cheerless, a barren, useless sort; it treats of Bu Peerle the Olds- mobile and Dort. I meet a bunch of lubbers, I'd talk of vital things; but they're discussing snubbers and cantilever springs. Last night I sought the preacher, who lives two doors below; I said, “That gentle creature will rid my soul of woe; his thoughts are always soaring to unseen things above; o’er sacred volumes poring, his heart is full of love. Teed the minis- by Walt Mason tration of such a goodly wight; the long day’s aggravation has left me bruised to- night. He'll speak of things uplifting, of themes that soothe the breast; the talk will not be drifting to things that I detest.” “My mother’s dreadfully old-fash- ioned.” “So’s mine. She thinks you should wear clothes just to keep yourself warm.” 12 T found him at his dwelling, that pious, earnest man; and he was shortly telling about his Star sedan. “It surely is a “it burns the road; it ly is the bringer of joy to this abode. You ought to see it travel when I step on the gas; it throws the dust and gravel, it will let nothing pass. I'd like to take you ramping some seven miles or nine, to show no flies are camping on that new bus of mine.” wept as I departed, beneath the sum- mer stars; for I was broken-hearted by all this talk of cars. I longed for sane discussion of themes that are not freaks; the future of the Russian, the out- look of the Greeks. Great problems now confont us, new ones each day evolved: profound conundrums hunt us and ask that they be solved. I met the able jurist who runs our dis- trict court, a scholar and a purist, and not a locoed sport. I said, “Oh, let us amble together, arm in arm, discussing, as we ramble, sane topic the r for I bunk speal labor knig want suid comf a sto old b atter or je simp the r Bre I H I ha that Sol freig O hom natic ward lege of tl min som D and shoo wris “ Heal N they ing | diati rour me. plea acai Doc deal tom tail pior hee and mes hor comicbooks.com