Judge — November 17, 1923 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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Editors Douglas H. Cooke Eliot Keen 3. A, Waldron is Houghton m Edgar Fisher Norman Anthony Advice to advertising writer Keep that schoolgirl complex. Ads and Adenoids A Cuicaco poctor has lately financed an inquiry into the reasons why so many people prefer quacks and cults to orthodox medicine. Of 6,772 persons interviewed by his investigators all but 931 had at some time or other flirted with healers outside the profession. Their reasons were reported to the Illinois Medical Society as ‘‘chuck full of un- adulterated lies, polite half-truths and delirious fancies.” The doctors of the country have been urged to “do some- thing about it.” We can think of nothing really effective they can do unless they are willing to fight fire with fire. This means advertising. For examples: See Dr. Pulsifer Pillsbury, a firm believer in old-fashioned physic. “I’d Walk a Mile for a Calomel.” : Get Dr. Playboy Flannery’s prescriptions. “Good to the Last Drop.” Do you need building up? a Real Good Carpenter.” Dr. Ring Yourneck, knifeless surgery. Touch You.” Dr. Chargem More. “A Skin You Love to Touch.” Old Doctor Plumber. “‘Ask Dad, He Knows.” Etherios Anesthesia, M. D. “Built for Twilight Sleep.” The profession might even adopt as its motto: A Slogan a Day Keeps the Doctor. A the woods are full of “crank” colonies. The grind and pace of city life breed rebellious dreamers who would change “this sorry scheme of things entire.” So they enlist and drill little companies of kindred dreamers and retire with them to forested hillsides, far enough away to offer them the illusion of a new deal in a virgin setting, but not too far to permit them to renew quite regularly their relations with the Market Place. Konrad Bercovici writes in a recent issue of the New York Times about three such colonies elbowing each other in the Jersey hills. Each has struggled through a period of poverty and of hostility on the part of its neighbors to social and real estate success, but in so doing each has so far compromised with the tenets of its original faith that little if anything remains to differentiate it from any other self-conscious little cottage colony, half resort, half suburb. “Three experimental stations,” writes Bercovici, “one near the other, a single tax experiment without single tax naturist experiment without naturis' periment without co-operators only in other directions.” See Dr, Cadillac Stutz. “Just “No Metal Can Experimental Stations sout New York, as about every great center, no doubt a ex- S, id a co-operative and yet three huge succe 19 Isn’t the United States of America itself an example of an experimental station that has turned out a huge success, only in another direction? And what shall we say of the Russia- that-seems-about-to-be? “Do all theories snap when put to the test?” asks Bercovici. No, but you can teach an old dogma new tricks. The Limit! ne VotstEaD Act, according to the solemn judgment of the Supreme Court, forbids vessels of any register, domestic or foreign, to bring liquor, even unde 1, into the territorial waters of the United States. We don’t imagine the Supreme Court intended its decision to serve merely as a means of bargaining with Great Britain for the Twelve-mile Limit. Yet that is precisely how the State Department has used it, with the consent of the Anti-Saloon League. And now that Great Britain has agreed to the Twelve-mile Limit, it is calmly proposed that the Senate ratify a treaty with her allowing her vessels to violate the Volstead Act as interpreted by the Supreme Court. The White House is reported to be quite sure this can be done constitutionally, so it must have obtained the opinion of Attorney General Wayne B. Wheeler. But we confess to grave doubts whether the Supreme Court will consider a new treaty as superseding an old law, regardless of Mr. Wheeler’s divine sanction. [Tinany. that when he does speak what he has to say usually comes forth like currency on a gold basis, as compared with the other's depreciated paper. This is the reason why we believe that the country as a whole will accept Andrew J. Mellon’s statements at their face value while seriously dis- counting Pinchot’s, in their controversy over Volstead enforce- ment. We don’t mean to imply that Gifford’s words have yet fallen as low in value as the German mark. They hover at about a half of 1 per cent. of par. I country a friendless and penniless immigrant and not emerge a millionaire. But to start as a friendless and penniless immigrant and then to become an “electrical wizard” and still to fend off the flood of riches threatening from every side (like Moses crossing the Red Sea)—that is an achievement of the first magnitude. It is Steinmetz’s greatest achievement, great as were some of his others. The climax of his carcer came with the announce- ment that he had left an estate consisting of a $1,500 life insur- ance policy and an automobile, vintage of 1912, and this with- out the familiar recourse to philanthropy by which so many successful men, having robbed Peter, proceed to pay Paul. Steinmetz didn’t even capitalize his poverty, as philanthropists do their philanthropy, but preferred to have it leak out as the final dramatic surprise in a life as essentially dramatic and stimulating as any in our generation. Everyone is aware of the enormous hurdles with which Nature and circumstance had conspired to punctuate his path. Yet he cleared every one of them with an case that was almost ironical. The last and greatest was an environment whose religion was the accumulation of wealth. How neatly he topped it, remaining true to his conviction that property means slavery and that a congenial and absorbing occupation is the only true wealth, is now the gossip of the nation. He couldn’t have left us a richer legacy, not even if he had retired with a fortune and offered up a prize for peace. Forensic Exchange HE MAN of few words has this advantage over the man of Steinmetz T Is GETTING harder every year for a man to come to this