Judge — December 13, 1924 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Editor, Norman Anthony. Somebody’s Lying Here are a few statements made by Commissioner Haynes before a council of churches meeting in Dayton, O., recently: “There is infinitely less drinking now than before Prohibition. . . . Our streets are practically free from drunks. “To the average thoughtful person, argument is not necessary to prove that enforcement of the Prohibition law is effective. “The home manufacture of liquor bas been practically eliminated . . . the smuggling problem soon will be solved. atest remaining problem, the curtailment of the diversion of industrial alcohol to beverage use is being successfully met.” More recently still Wayne B. Wheeler, before a Metho- dist gathering in Philadelphia, passed these remarks: “Prohibition laws are inadequate. “Liquor permits are forged. . . . “Worthless officers are named to enforcement positions by wet politicians. “The ethical standards of the drug trade and medical profession are being undermined. “Divided authority in the control of alcohol makes it difficult to detect its illegal conversion. “The thoughtless and selfish rich set a lawless example. “Nothing is wrong with prohibition but incomplete enforcement.” Can’t some one get these two gentlemen out of their contradictions by Christmas? Spare the Trees No one has ever seen a full-grown forest of vigorous trees that wasn’t beautiful. No one has ever known one that didn’t invite the spirit, suggest peace with romance, supply the enchantment which once peopled the earth with elves and fairies and which still has the power to soothe the aches of sophistication. We like to talk of the importance of our vanishing timber supply and the need of conserving it. But more important than the number of board feet of lumber in a forest is the spiritual medicine it contains for what ails us, particularly us of the U.S. A. There is nothing like the sun-dappled aisle of a forest to foster in the human heart a new sense of humility, a fresh appreciation of privacy, a better perspective regarding the values of life. And if any people ever needed these things we do. We need them more than we can ever need the things into which our forests are being cut up and ground—more Associate Editors, William Morris Houghton, William George Jean Nathan. than the chewing gum wrappers and Sunday supplements and billboards; more than millions of the tons of adver- tising matter that burden our mails; more, perhaps, than all, but two, of the magazines we rea more than the Christmas trees we festoon and throw away. President Coolidge has asked that the people give up their Christmas trees to conserve the young growth in our forests and so help them to catch up with the annual waste and destruction. Here is an act of renunciation that exactly suits the Christmas spirit. In the interests of forest conservation holiday revelers would do well to lay off wood alcohol. Moo! In the November issue of Printers’ Ink Monthly appeared an article entitled, “Reforestation Needed to Save Advertising.” Very likely this is true, but think of the cheek of the statement. Newspaper advertising is the sacred cow to which, in the main, we have fed our gorgeous forests, and now that she has overeaten here she comes bellowing for reforestation. But let that pass. Who cares at the moment what motives prompt the rescuers of our forests, so long as their object is attained? And in pursuit of this object the bellowings of the sacred cow are likely to do more good than the pleadings of a President. Salvation Express Chicago: has ‘a. skyscraper church whose steeple; perched on the top of its twenty odd stories, looks like a horn. New York is planning a skyscraper church with towers and batt!ements to rival the Woolworth Building. Which reminds us of a somewhat similar venture under taken many, many years ago by another people. The account of it runs as follows: And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth. And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men builded And the Lord said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do. . . . Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth nd they left off to build the city. Therefore, is the name of it called Babel So apparently the Lord doesn’t think any too kindly of attempts at salvation by means of towers. But of course these more modern ones will have express elevators in them, which may make a difference. W. M. H.