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

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merely specializing in letting off the restlessness for all of us; somebody as got to attend to doing nothing else than being restless.) And surely fifteen or twenty hoboes are not going to stall any freight train. Why is civilization so set against vagrancy aney is really what we all want in the long run? Don't we try to hurry and be successful so we can take Cook's tours and so we can play more golf? Why not arrest all Cook tourists and all golfers for vagrancy? Society is so inconsistent. A. tramp. is simply living the millionaire life without taking the best years of his life to get a million. ‘Tramps can teach us the short cut. Tt must be much more comfortable to ride all night on a pile of straw in a boxcar than to ride in a Pullman with a bunch of drummers. The ventilation, the smells, and the com- pany are all better in the bo One of the most inte sodes in’ “Beg; story of the young “ struggle with typhoid fever. He got i out West, and beat trains to C —was on the road several days with a raging fever. This is almost enough to scare any tramping dreams out of me. Still we can not live our lives on the basis of anticipating typhoid fever. The book is self-conscious in its roughness. Slang is dragged in by the heels. It is full of men with or one leg and with scars and stubble beards. You can see its author trying to give us Host—Vhat's one of my ancestors. He traveled 500 miles on a galleon. Guest—By Jove! He must have had a good car! —Passing Show (London) TheInstinct forBumming It Continued from page 19) Is it the toy instinct in us which makes us like trains and boats? Or is it just the plain passion we all have to go somewhere from here? We perhaps. stifle our restlessness too much. I fancy that God, when he figured out evolution as the method for creating a perfect world, realized that he could not get humans to help him carry out his work of evolution unless he made them awfully rest He probably intended that we should blow like seed in a breeze all over the bloom- ing universe, and did not count on us tying ourselves down so hard to grocery stores and mortgages and hatracks. Thus I see divinity in tramps. One thing T can not understand in “Beggars of Life” is why police Vulgar Customer (disgustedly)—Hi, waiter, what d'you call this stuff?” and detectives are so hard on tramps. Waiter—That ver good soup—Créme Reine. Tf a lot of guys want to roam around, “Tecan taste the rain all right, but the cook’s forgot the cream.” why not let them roam? (They are —London Mail comicbooks.com