Judge — June 7, 1924 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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“Goop MORNING, Senator.” “Good morning, JupGe.” “Senator Lodge, how old are you?” “Seventy-four.” “And how Senator expires “Seventy-nine.” “Have you ever thought this may be your last term?” “T can’t say that [ have, your Honor. I've been so accus- tomed all my life to looking forward to another term...” “That you can’t imagine either God or Massachusetts cutting your career short. And that probably explains why you've never been in a hurry to justify your career with a act?” your Honor? Id will you be when your present term as I see. gle constructiv “Constructive, } May Task you to elucidate?” “Certainly. For so long that the memory of man runneth not to the contrary you have fought in the Senate Chamber for “Oh, the list is too long. But more recently the League of Nations, the World Court, the Bonus, the Mellon Tax Plan, Ja e exclusion...” You forget my services in the Arms Conference “That's true. But if some Englishman hadn't said you looked like an elderly peer you'd probably job, too. At any rate, you have taken the first opportunity to undo your good work by your vote on Japanese exclusion.” “But this is a Presidential year, your Honor, and...” “Presidential year! What are the politics of a Presidential year to a man of your age—a rich man, a scholar, a Senator, with maybe one last chance to fit the shoes of Charles Sumner, of Daniel Webster, of George Frisbie Hoar? Officer, take him away, he’s breaking my heart!” ave queered that But wait! On second thought the Court will send him back to our National Home for Aged and Infirm Gentle- women. THE QUESTION who slew the original proposition that the United States join the League of Nations is still good for a furious debate. There are those who blame the Battalion of Death, captained by Hiram John- son. Others put all the blame on Wilson’s stubbornness. A third clement claps its vulgar paw on the shoulder of the brittle but Machiavelian Lodge and says, “Here is the real assassin.” The last group has the best cas All we have to do to understand the ultimate purpose of the ever multiplying reser- vations that Mr. Lodge offered to the Covenant of the League is to glance over his substitute proposal for the World Court. Here at last the Senator lets his system be seen in all the beauty and simplicity of its operation. Does anyone contend that this substitute proposal had any other purpose than to smear with polite finality one of the pet projects of the late President Harding, indorsed by his suc Not unless he’s paid to. Nor did the Lodge reservations of five years ago contain an ounce more of sincerity. Hereafter, when a pro- ks you who killed Cock Robin, just say, “a be- whiskered old sparrow from Nahant.” essor? Leaguer as WHAT the object is of Lodge's ‘thing smelling of the League is The proposal to jo the World Court is sponsored by leaders of his own party. It is mildly indorsed by the great majority of Americans and passionately advocated by an organized minorit, The “Irish vote” His objection to it, therefore, can't be political. Nor can it be based on any genuine fear that it will prevent whatever war he may have set his heart on. Employment of the World Court to settle a dispute is purely voluntary. Its members may feel under a moral obligation to use it, but moral obligations have never yet halted major conflicts. As honorary president of the Socicty for the Propagation of Bigger and Better Wars Senator Lodge might very w joining the World Court; he couldn't regard it as fatal. ‘The explanation must be personal. Lodge still hates the late Woodrow Wilson with a venom which is the fruit of pro- implacable hostility another question. is indifferent. Tennis finals comicbooks.com