Judge — August 16, 1924 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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ee BET a Editor, Norman Anthony. Associate Editors, William Morris Houghton, William Edgar Fisher Motto for the Klan Issue: Let the Kleagle Scream! The Test “Officer, ask Harry Thaw to step forward. Don’t be afraid, Mr. Thaw —you’re not on trial this time. I merely want to ask you how it feels to be able to vote again for a candi- date for President.” “Well, Jupce, if you remember Rip Van Winkle, you know about how I feel. It’s exactly twenty years ago that I had my last vote in a Presidential campaign. Who's running, Roosevelt?” “No, Teddy’s dead. But there’s a fellow in the race who calls himself a Progressive.” “Progressive? What’s a Progressive? You must mean a Populist.” “Holy Smoke! ‘That's right, you were put away long before 1912, weren’t you? Did you ever hear of Wilson?” “You mean the whisky? Sure! They say it’s hard to get now. What's the trouble? Has it gone out of business?” “Has it gone out of bus. . . Why, look here, Harry; don’t you even know that we've got national prohibition?” “No! Well, I'll be jiggered! Who's looney now? But tell me, JupGE, who’s this Populist or Progressive or what- ever-you-call-him?” “His name’s La Follette. Believes in the public owner- ship of railroads, full publicity of tax returns, popular elec- tion of United States judges and La Follette for President. Going to vote for him?” “Not for ten thousand rabbits! Do you think I want to be declared insane again?” All A-Billboard! ? After what has appeared from time ¢ to time on this page and elsewhere in the magazine on the subject of the Ku Klux Klan, the constant reader (and possibly the other two also) may have got the impression that Jupce doesn’t exactly fancy the hooded order. This isn’t strictly true. The Klan, if its hatreds were directed against the proper objects, might prove an extremely valuable social agency. For instance, if it would only concentrate its venom against the billboards strung along country roads, what patriotic motorist, anxious to get acquainted with his coun- try, wouldn’t applaud the move? Can Klansmen have thought what marvelous targets those billboards would make for a machine-gun; or how much improved they’d be with a coat of tar; or what bonfires they would kindle at night, piled high against a background of green hills? Come on, Klansmen, up and at ’em! If you destroy enough billboards, perhaps the billboard people will put you out of business. And that will be a double gain. Mice at Play Wonder what an_ isolationist thinks about these days. “The whole 4 summer so far has been just one , damn European entanglement after another—the Olympic games, the world flight, the conven- tion of advertising men, the meeting of lawyers, the adven- tures of Doug and Mary, and finally, and especially, the London Conference, attended by Secretaries Hughes and Mellon ex-officio, and by Mes: Morgan and Lamont. Yet not a peep of protest or other comment from the Battalion of Death. Not since Woodrow Wilson returned from Paris with the Treaty of Versailles in his pocket has this country been so deeply involved in European affairs. And it all seems to have come about since Hi Johnson collapsed like a spent tire and left us, flat. Hot Stuff The American will-to-win was never better exemplified than in the steady, methodical triumph of our world fliers. We always make a busi- ness of winning, say our foreign cri We are not real sportsmen. Sour grapes! The will-to-win is simply an imagination powerful enough to concentrate on its dream, so that over a sufficient period of time everything is shaped toward fulfillment. The loser foresees the goal; the winner fore- sees both the goal and the obstacles, and prepares for the latter individually. Whatever may be said of our Olympic teams, our world flyers have had no advantage over their competitors in money spent on their equipment and training. As com- pared with the French and British, Uncle Sam has been unusually niggardly in support both of military and civilian aviation. Yet despite this handicap it is our pilots who carry off the prize of being the first to encircle the globe. Not so bad, eh? W. M. H.