Judge — April 5, 1924 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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From our French dictionary: Follet, ette (folé-t, lét’) adj. foolish, playful, wanton; silky, soft, downy. La Follette, the foolish one. Wanted: Some Harvey’s Sauce som Col. George Harvey Degember, if we came home remember early in correctly —long \@ A enough ago, at all events, to have shaken ger f with all his old neighbors in Peacham, Vt Ww Na brated the holidays, started a new weekly plunged again into the thick of Ameri ties. Yet at present writing not a peep has he given forth. The fight for tax reduction has raged and still rages; the Bok peace plan has fluttered from the Ark; the oil scandal has waxed and waned; Denby has gone; Daugherty is in the toils. Where, oh, where, in all this turmoil is the trench- ant pen, the authoritative voice, the masterly strategy of the most impudent of our statesmen? A great many Republicans share the opinion that President Coolidge made a serious blunder when he let Denby go so soon after defying the Senate. If, instead of Old Lady Lodge urging counsels of cowardice, the President had had the forceful George at his elbow at this crisis, would he have stuck by his guns? We think so, and he’d have had the country with him. Come, George, wake up and do your stuff. The Wettest City Rear Admiral Plunkett, Comman- dant of the Brooklyn Navy Yard, be- lieves the Volstead law is non-en- forceable, and he bases his opinion not on club gossip but on his attempting to enforce it in the neighborhood of the So far so good is the “ «perience in Navy Yard. But when he goes on to say that Washington wettest city in the United States,” we suspect that he steps down from his solid pedestal of observed facts into the realm of hears: For even an old seadog like him can hardly have tested in this respect all the cities in the country, and there are any number of them that claim this distinction. These cities are sore, and rightly so, that Washington should have received the palm for wetness on no better author- ity. What if she is the capital? This is a democratic country and any city at all that has rightly earned the title should re- ceive it. Fortunately President Coolidge has acted with his usual promptness in instructing Commissioner Haynes to sift the facts to the bottom and see justice done. We suggest that a questionnaire be sent to all traveling men for their expert and impartial testimony. In the meantime the rotary clubs and chambers of commerce of the different cities can get busy to win the decision. Think what could be done with such slo; ans “Drink it for Rochester!” “Bottoms up for Peoria! An Eye for an Aye, Remember Detroit!” ete., etc. “Hell-bent fer Heaven” Senator LaFollette has said he is willing to head a third party if the Republicans nominate Coolidge, which is equivalent to saying that he is willing to head a third party. Just now the Senator is the generalissimo in command of the gr scandal offensive which is leaping from objective to objec- tive along the Potoma Our Washington friends tell us he intends pressing his advantage without let-up, featuring first one investigation and then another, until (he hopes) he has dis- credited the old guards of both major parties and can charge upon the White House over their wreckage. His strategy has a daring and virility that compel our re- luctant admiration. It warrants a sober examination of his program in the not impossible, though still improbable, event of his winning. Already he and his followers have introduced in Congress a bill for the national ownership of all water-power sites and the development of a government-owned super-power zone. Government ownership of the railroads, of coal mines, and of all public utilities are subsequent items. Some time ago we quoted Hilaire Belloc’s remark that socialism is a gift of the nation’s capital to the politicians. But the Little Corporal is trying to prove with his barrage of scandals that the American people cannot trust their politic A fine argument for handing over to them all our basie pro- ductive and distributive machinery! Haven't we Falls enough in our Government without adding waterfalls? A Company That Feels ves ae Only a little while ago we heralded the news that two great oil companies in England had voluntarily agreed to re- their billboards from country highways. Such enlightened self-interest seemed too much to hope for in this country, but now comes a report from San Francisco that the Standard Oil Company of California will remove all its billboards from country locations in the Pacific Coast States and Nevada and confine them hereafter to mercial locations.” move “com- ne company feels the splendid scenery should be un- marred,” says its announcement. Its intuition is perfect. You Tell ’Em! You remember the old adage, “Silence is golden.” We are in the mood to take a fall out of it, having just read a little sketch of Sir Richard Arkwright, “the listening barber who revolutionized the textile industry.” It is hard to believe that any barber ever lived who would rather listen than talk. But let us assume that Sir Richard , and that because he kept his mouth shut and let the loquacious Lancashire cotton spinners who were his customers pour forth their wisdom and their troubles he was enabled to pick up enough information to invent the spinning frame. ‘The invention of the spinning frame, then, was as much a product of talk as of listening and the cotton spinners had as much to do with it, at least collectively, as the listener who reaped the fortune. Silence is golden only when it absorbs ideas, and these drop gratis from the lips of those who are too generous and impulsive to reserve all their thoughts for their own ends, Frankly, we prefer the boob who takes his turn at spilling the beans to the cagey, habitual listener. It is more blessed to give than receive. The talker gives, the listener receives. Loose tongues are more than coronets And ample speech than golden flood. comicbooks.com