Judge — June 14, 1924 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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QQ VR Ee | By tHe Way, what's hap- pened to T. R.’s political heirs that they should play in such rotten luck? Hiram Johnson is the most conspicuous sufferer among them, but he has nothing on Gifford Pinchot. Hiram is being defeated for the Republican nomination while Gifford can’t even be delegate-at-large to the convent Meanwhile Albert J. Beveridge has got himself turned down in the Indiana primaries; ul Wood, out in his wasps’ nest of Filipinos, would be forgotten but for the recent specu- lations of his sons, and Jimmie Garfield and Truman H. New- berry are sunk without a trace. ne) One would suppose that now, if ever, following the recent exposures at Washington, the old Roosevelt order of knight- hood would enjoy a return to popular favor and some if not all of these men would find their political fortunes on the mend. It must be that we consider their inherited ardors a little stale and their twice-told bedtime storie little worn and that we yearn for some one who could wake us up with improvisations, like the inimitable T. R. himself. Oh, for the good old pre-Volstead Teddy instead of these synthetic ginks! ANOTHER THING to won- der about is the enormous exodus of good 100 per cent. Ameri- cans to Europe this summer. Unless the steamship companies are lying, never before has the castbound transatlantic tide set in so strongly. Every liner that sails is fairly bursting with patriots deserting God's country in a campaign year. Mr. Coolidge joins the hole in ore club. wos ENRIGHT Various explanations of this phenomenon are current. One is that our countrymen are hastening to put themselves beyond the reach of campaign oratory; another that they are attracted by the Wembley Exhibition; still another that they all want to be snubbed by the King of Denmark. But most plausible of all is the theory that they are flocking to Europe to sober up. Over here where life is one long challenge to drink, from the moment we open our morning newspapers to read of last night’s raids until our host of the evening sinks exhausted from constant wielding of his cocktail shaker, the ty alcohol is absolute. When it isn’t filling our stomachs it is likely to be inebriating our conversation or putting a stick in our thoughts. It ional obsession. But in Europe, where there is nothing sinful and precious about it, it loses its grip both on the mind and the epiglottis. Friends write glowingly from Paris that they haven’t had to get drunk in three months’ residence. A London corre- spondent reports that all the Americans of his acquaintance * there are drinking beer and leaving the hard stuff alone (an old trick of the toper anxious to taper off). A Cunard purser pre- dicts that, now the new liquor treaty has gone into effect and British li rarry the stuff on cast-bound vo; American passengers will attain temperance even before reach- ing the other side. This alone is worth the trip over and back. It scems entirely reasonable to suppose that the injunction to see America first. is having less and Jess weight with those who have already seen it double. rs may W.M. HU. comicbooks.com