Judge — October 20, 1923 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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Douglas H. Cooke Eliot Keen Waldron lorris Houghton William Edgar Fisher s Johnson is searching for a place to keep We suggest he tie the bull outside. his cow. An Ancient Mariner T 1s curtows how swiftly the World War seems to be receding into some dim post-Victorian past. Think of it!) When the Armistice igned we even hed barrooms, and the Ku Klux Klan was something only those people knew about who had studied history, 1 Jennings Bryan had not yet heard the news that man is descended from the monkey. In the last five years we have lived a generation. So Lloyd George comes to us now ayette must ha’ come to our fathers in 1824 when the Revolution was already part legend. He comes half hero, half ghost, to greet in person the people with whom he and his countrymen fought shoulder to shoulder for such outgrown things as liberty so long ago. The Roosevelt of British politics! How quaint that sounds! Welcome, Old Timer, to a world made safe for demonocracy. was Nature’s Motto VETERAN of the World War once described to us his A sensations as he went over the top for the first time. “T felt,” said he, “as if I were crossing Broadway at Times Square stark naked.” In one form or another this feeling of nakedness underlies a majority of our fears, as our dreams testify. It is at the bottom of stage fright, of course. It also causes our dread of the cold, and seriously interferes, therefore, with our enjoyment of autumn, the most gorgeous, the most zestful of the seasons. Watch -your fellow-men and women at any populous. street crossing one of these beautiful autumn days when the northwest wind is issuing his stimulating challenge. You will note from their postures that half of them, at least, seem to consider themselves naked. The moment they hit the blast they uncon- sciously assume the pose of “September Morn” along with mincing steps as if the wind were an X-r their vitals. And yet we were meant to meet old Boreas with our heads up, our chests out and our lungs full of oxygen. Only so can we build up the resistance to his attentions that means health and comfort at this time of y The traffic cop, whose job forbids his seeking shelter, has learned the trick. How often his figure seems to rise out of the pedestrian currents about him like a rock out of a swirl of autumn leaves—a picture of strength and self-reliance. Self-reliance is the medicine we need, whether it is bullets we face, or spectators, or cold weather. The feeling of naked- ness that oppre our subconsciousness is merely the lack of it. Nature’s motto is, Trust thyself—and have a good time! and creep arching Fair Game gury in a Paris court recently acquitted a young man who had stolen $30,000 from the American Express Company. This young man was born of English parents in Paris and was employed in the Paris offices of the express He admitted frankly that he had taken the to time to furnish an apartment for his pretty French sweetheart and for good times on Montmartre. But the jury agreed with his counsel that “youth would be youth” and that the American Express Company had too much money company. from time money Only last year another French jury acquitted for similar reasons another young man who had stolen a somewhat larger sum from Morgan, Harjes & Company and lost it at chemin de fer in the Deauville Casino. Are we to believe of Ame on the that such verdicts represent ‘ans more or less prevalent in France, Continent as a whole—an opinion that Barnum once expressed when he said, “there's one If so, then thank God, Lafayette, an opinion and perhaps born every minute’? we are here! “Here’s to Good Old Yale... .” as made it plain to the entering class le that the presence of intoxicating liquor in. any building of the university means dismissal for the owner if caught. Time was, when it never entered within the memory of those a Yale student's head to take liquor to his room, any more than it occurs now to an automobile owner to keep gasoline in his cupboard. Why bother when every block has its filling station? And we are not too old to re- member, either, that very rarely in those days did a Yale man abuse the privilege of drinking when and where he please that never did the president of the university find it neces: to refer to the subject of liquor. But, as they used to say in the Latin class, timc learn from the paper cont ng President Angell’s remarks that one of the victims of an automobile accident in New Haven is still in a critical condition. It scems that he and two other Yale students occupied a car that crashed into a tree. Possibly these three trying to obey literally President Angell’s rule about liquor in one’s room. of us still young, flits. We same boys were Fresh from Missouri E ARE more or less inclined to agree with Ed Howe \ \ that the best reputation a banker can enjoy is that of the “meanest man in town.” It, or its equivalent, i a splendid recommendation for any fisc: lows” have their place, but not as watchdogs of other people's money. Page Shelby, Mont. So we want to put in a good word for Controller General McCarl, who is constantly “clashing,” as the newspapers like to trumpet it, with other members of the Washington. His latest “clash,” with Secretary Denby over the in the Navy. Now the pay of an ensign is about the smallest thing that comes under the appellation of salary. It is so small that any able-bodied plasterer in good standing in his union would con- sider twice before accepting it as a bonus. Yet Controller McCarl wanted facts as to the eligibility of the claimant and ordered his salary and allowance papers held up pending some thing more satisfactory than the Navy Department's say-so. Naturally Secretary Denby was indignant. Who was the Controller that he should pass upon t] vility of an ensign? Well, who is he, indeed, but the “meanest man” who ever blessed the United States Treasury with his friendship? agent. executive famil as we go to press, has n salary of a particular ensign comicbooks.com