Judge — August 30, 1924 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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An Amazing Conf HE main idea in “The New Decalogue of Science,” by Albert Edward Wiggam (Bobbs-Merrill), is that this country will go to the dogs unless all the best people hurry up and reproduce themselves in vast numbers and the other kind of people hold. bu The trouble is, who is going to decide who are our hest people? I'll be frank and say I don’t know what to do in my own case. I would like for Mr. Wiggam to lake a half hour off some day and look me over from Lonsils to toes, and to look at some of my drawings and read some of my writing, and advise me what to do. My views as lo my value vary. ‘There are days when I think T ought to. be multiplied in great numbers, say in editions of millions like the Hearst papers. Then there are other days ISTHIS COUNTRY GOING TO THE DOGS? sion by Don Herold when I think I had better stop our line and do all I can to end the Herold family right where it is. At present I have one little girl, age six, so I have not done much one way or the other. I have done no great harm and possibly no great good. If I were to pur- sue the scientific method for get- ting at the answer to the problem with which Mr. Wiggam has con- fronted me, I would consider this first daughter as an experiment and wait and see if she develops into a great toc-dancer or some other kind of great social benefactor, and if so, then mimeograph her to the tune of a dozen or so. It might be well if I brought this child with me, as a sample, when I talk to Mr. Wig- gam. We will be glad to make an appointment with him at the in- formation booth at Grand Central G7 GrRetiens, Siew! Srewarv—I/ thought I'd just bring you a little something to cat up here Passencer—Thank: ir, and save you trouble. steward; save me a liltle more trouble and throw it over the rail. WIG Like Ho kno’ i you think there, ougnt Station any time he says. I hope it is not on one of my low days. I have periods during which no amount of encouragement or fl y could induce me to turn my little finger to help save the human race by re- peating Don Herold. (Continued on page 30) Impatient? Reporter—How did you manage to live to be 107, Mr. Whosis? Mr. Whosi ye sec, don’t smoke, drink, chaw, swear, au’ [ allus stay out in the fresh air. “Why, [had an uncle who di those things, but he died at. fif Nt seven, “Wall, ve see, he didn’t do “em long enough. Hypnotized Rastus “You plead the judge. in your possession “Boss, dat saddle do look familiar. but al’ goma plead nf guilty. Mah lawyah done convince me ob my imocence. uilty, of course,” said saddle was found d tas Dear Old Lady—Your service was splendid this week, rector. So strong and simple! The Sporting Parson (absent-mind- edly)—Yes, it looks simple, but it has a break that's not so easy to handle. Funnybones /\ Woman isn't happy unless she has an abundance of clothes to leave off Fudge will pay $5,for cach one printed comicbooks.com