Judge — January 26, 1924 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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pes Norman Anthony William Morris H William E “How about a peace plan for the churches?” queries Frank Adams. Yes, can’t we have done with all this kicking against the bishoprics? Our Condolences F THERE is one thing that infuriates our politicians more I than another it is to see political issues served up to the public @ la carte. Their specialty is fables d’hétes—elabo- rately planned in cloakrooms and committee meetings, by means of bargaining, buttonholing and log-rolling. A typical bill-of-fare from their hands reads something like this: Hors d’Ocuvres Immigration Restriction Garni Potage Consommé Isolation Entré Canned Railroad Mergers, Esch-Cummins Piece de Resistance The Tariff Sugar Beets Smoot Dyestuffs-in-cream Normaley Café Bonus Fro Grape Juice & la Wheeler age Daugherty The point is that if you reject one of the dishes you reject all; or, if you order one you must swallow all. Only in rigid combinations of this sort can the politicians hope to put over the unpopular items so ardently advocated by star boarders. So when some devilish schemer like Andy Mellon, with his tax reduction alternative to the bonus, or Edward W. Bok, with his plan of international co-operation, manages to de his pet issue from the menu and present it to the country by itself he simply ruins the whole political game, and the ams of anguish from the capitol can be heard across the continent. We like the Bok peace plan for the obvious common sense of its recommendations. But even if our enthusiasm for the plan itself were less, we should still welcome the referendum on it for its discomfiture of the pompous veterans of the battalion of death. The Literary Digest found out that the majority were against prohibition. Similarly, the Peace Award, we confidently predict, will find out that the majority against isolation, and in this case the overwhelming majority. Hard luck, Hi! sere Another Victim UR HEART goes out, too, to Henry Cabot Lodge. Ever since 1919-20 when he helped kill—or, as it turns out, stun—the idea of our adherence to the League of Nations, the subject of the League, we are reliably informed, has been an obsession with him. Delegations approaching him on other matters have had to listen to long, irrelevant orations against it. This would seem to argue that the Senator from Massa- chusetts is not altogether easy in his mind regarding the role he played in that bygone time. Men do not seize every oppor- tunity to rehash an old theme unless they are still trying to persuade themselr that they were right, unless they feel con- stantly the need to justify to some rebellious inner conscious- ness a course of action which they secretly regret. We only hope that the resuscitation of the issue by Mr. Bok will not put too great a strain on this poor bel suered soul. Oasis p. Howe, the Ben Franklin (with a few reservations) of Kansas, devotes the latest issue of his Monthly almost entirely to comment on New York, which he visited for a week last autumn. He doesn’t spare his compliments he marvels at this and that aspect of the town. generous of his praise of New Yorkers. which impresses us the most is this: “All my life I have been annoyed by evangelists of one sort or another, but for six days was free from them in the Big City.” New York is proud of its various titles—Metropolis, Home of Iniquity, Money Mart, Bagdad-on-the-Subway, Theater- goers’ Paradise, Home of the Skyscraper, Summer Resort, ete., ete., but its really great distinction is the on which Ed. Howe alludes in this offhand bit of testimony. This alone ought to recommend it as the vacation and playground of Ameri The Best Policy PEAKING of Ben Franklin, we were reminded the other day S of the vast army of scrubwomen who take possession of the business quarters of New York. or any other great Ben Franklin, if we are not mistaken, was the author of the deathless motto, “honesty is the best policy, He is even But the thing he wrote city, between five and seven every evening. and there is no class of people in the world more honest, in the sense in which he meant it, than these poor drudges. In a great many instances the the only honest persons who enter the offices they cl re about an. Care- less proprietors leave documents of importance about, sporty ones trust quarts of Scotch to unlocked drawers, absent-minded ones forget their umbrellas or other personal effects, and all, of course, leave their office furnishings unattached. Yet, not- withstanding the temptation or provocation, one rarely hears of even a minor loss at the hands of these scrubwomen. Is and Mr. Van Loon has re-interpreted it and are in consequence! But possibly Ben meant his motto to be IBRIDGE University, according to a London dispatch, will be omitted from the new edition, which will be about two- of late. It has served as the battleground for Libe has re-patronized it, and now it is being expurgated. The had their eyes on the Bible all along as a contaminating influ- University will give them courage to proceed against the book And how happy and prosperous and comfortable their lives more of a threat than a promise. The Bible Bowdlerized ( s preparing an edition of the Bible for use in the schools. “Passages considered irrelevant or unsuitable for children thirds the size of the authorized Scripture The poor old Bible has come in for considerable notoriety Fundamentalists; Professor Goodspeed has re-translated it and Signor Papini Clean Books League will be interested in this latest laying on of hands. No doubt Justice Ford and John S. Sumner have ence among unmarried daughters, but have hesitated to make their judgment known. This confirmation from Cambridge in its unexpurgated form. Better hurry up and read it. comicbooks.com