Judge — October 4, 1924 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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The Refugee The devil, according to the Rev. Charles Francis Potter of New York, exists only “in the imaginations of men.” —News Item. Officer, I can see and smell my old friend, the devil. Ask him to step up. . . . Good morning, sir. To what may we attribute the honor of your visit? To the information, JupGe, that some preacher here has said I didn’t exist, except in people's imaginations. T’ve come to raise a little hell just to prove I’m not a myth. Oh, I see. You have in mind a short stay on Long Island—is that it, your M ) Tut, tut! And please remember that I’m not here as His Satanic Majesty, nor yet as the Prince of Darkness. I’m traveling incog. as the Barren of Curfew. I want to guard against every possibility of being mobbed by curiosity hounds and adoring women. Well, really, sir, I can hardly escape. You know how the women dote on devils. it’s been so long since we've seen a real one. Chases and Wheelers and Andersons . . . Yes, yes, I know. And after the Prince of Wales's experience I certainly hesitate. You vulgarize the thing so! In fact I believe I'll just stay in your imaginations. It’s the only safe place for royalty in this country. No Place for Him! How wise the devil is in his decision may be gleaned from a recent experience here at the JupGE office. While the Prince of Wales was still enjoying his three weeks on Long Island we advertised a Fifty-Fifty Contest in which our readers were invited to supply a clever answer to the query, How would you like to meet the Prince of Wales? Answers poured in, ninety per cent. of them from women, and more than half of these of such a nature that we couldn’t have printed them had we wished to. Does this indicate the arrival of the single standard, or the hypnotic influence of royalty, or both? Or did our fair ders confuse the Prince’s three weeks with Elinor Glyn In any case, what chance is there for a poor defenseless devil in such a pla The Taming of Blease The enormous attraction of the Prince of Wales for the women of this country prompted us a while ago to the query how long it would be before birth and breeding became again a distinct asset in American politics, now that women have the vote. Apparently Cole Blease, of South Carolina, has already sensed the change. Coley has just been nominated, which means elected, promise that you'll And Only United States Senator from South Carolina, but it is a very different Coley from the one we used to know. “At moment in the last few months, I wish I had the ¢ date,” writes Clinton W. Gilbert, the Washington corre spondent, some Coley Blease, the bellowing hero of the masses in South Carolina, decided to become Coleman Livingston Blease, statesman. It was like one of those religious conversions that you read about in James's ‘Varieties of Religious Experience.’ It is the only case conversion of a politician that I know of.” There will be many more such conversions to surprise the Washington correspondent The first thing they know we shall be electing Senators for their English accents. of a sudden In Kansas It is hardly necessary to say that Bill White, in his campaign against the Klan in Kansas, has our enthusiastic support. We hope he licks the poltroons adorning the regular tickets and becomes the greatest Governor his ate has ever known. Attaboy, Bill! But suppose that in the process he finds the Anti- Saloon allied with the Ku Klux Klan, as Ma Ferguson did in Texas, as countless others have in other parts of the country. Bill White is an ardent prohibi- tionist. Will it ever occur to him that one tyranny leads to another, and that if atics to dictate the private morals of the people through legislation, it is only a short step to hooded “law-and-orde mob rule? League you allow fa gangs and Almost as ardently as we hope for Bill’s elec- tion as Governor of Kansas we hope for his awakening from his fatuous championship of the cause of Volstead. Attaboy, Bill? “Where There’s a Wills—’ There must be some magic in the name of Wills. It shows in the brilliant career of Helen Wills on the tennis court, and of Harry Wills in the prize ring. These two, the little white girl from the West and the big black man from the East, fantastically contrasted except in name, have climbed the ladder of fame until each is challenger for the world championship in the chosen sport. But there must be a jinx in the name, too. Try as they may neither Helen nor Harry seems able to get a match with the champion in his path. Mlle. Lenglen stalls Miss Wills with a plea of heart trouble. Jack Dempsey hasn’t used this excuse with Harry yet, but he may before he’s through. Perhaps he'll be utterly frank and call it faint heart trouble. W.M. i.