Judge — March 14, 1925 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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~ oe = upGE is grieving and sick at heart, for an inspiring J power and joy has gone out of our lives. William Green, our chief, our pal, has passed on suddenly. powers, with his marvelous persc the full. Every fine quality that we idealize in a man—honesty, intelligence, courage, wisdom, independence, steadfast loyalty, generosity, extreme lovability—all who knew him will tell you, he possessed to a rare degree. And that's the simple truth. Under his rough, bhint exterior of handsome homeliness was a heart of gold. tinguished in any gathering. We who kni i day after da and triumph, hairman of our board, At the height of his y and capacity at He was dis- y him we » from laboring beside him, ear, through disappointments question that William Greer was a great mar at and patriotic American, a penetrating thinker, an unusually able manufacturer, a great printer. His broad shoulders were always willing and able to shoulder another's troubles. His quick, keen, honest mind was ready to tackle the hardest problems. His staunch courage feared no man-made obstacles. His mind was simple and always true; his heart was vast and always there. Square and frank with men, gentle and tender with little children, a perfect sportsman, William Green was one of God's own, To work with William Green was a privilege. To play with William Green was a great joy. We have never known and never hope to know a finer, bigger, broader, squarer man. Your aims, ideals, and memory will always shine brightly with us. Good-by and God bless you, W. G.! Dov As Cooke The Day of Days He authorities we have consulted differ as to whether St. Patrick's Day is the anniversary of the Saint's birth or of his death. One, for whom we have the greatest respect, explained that the fathers of the Church were in doubt whether he was born on the 8th or the 9th of March, so they added the two dates together and got the 17th. Tn any case, he picked an inconvenient season of the year for whatever happened to him on that date. And right here let us remark that there seems to have been a conspiracy among the sacred heroes of history to be born when the going is bad. Christmas, Lincoln's Birthday, Washington's Birthday, St. Patrick’s Day all squeeze themselves in between the winter solstice and the vernal equinox, and it isn’t exactly fair. Another thing. Largely through its association with the 17th of March, most of us think of Ireland as a perpetually cold, damp place. And many of us hav a painful mental picture of St. Patrick in his bare feet sandals, wading through icy slush as he drives the sna before him. This isn’t good for Emerald Island real Now, if he had been born in the good old summer time... . But they never are! estate, Kerplunkett No. 2 gar Aparna Cartes P. Prunxett celebrated Washington's Birthday by addressing the Sons of the volution as follows: » things are heing published now, I can see will come when we will have to muzzle the press, ‘There is a great deal in the press to- the minds of the public. This is the same Admiral Plunkett who made a feeble gesture some months i toward censoring the play, “What Price Glory?” He objected, among other things, to the swearing of the marines in it. But some one wrote to the New York World that the Admiral once displayed to great advantage an altogether lurid vocabulary of his own—when he got some naval guns mounted on flat cars up to the front in France, only to find they were pointed the wrong way, and not a turntable in the province! Small wonder he wants the press muzzled. where the tin 1y to poison Depend upon it, the play or book that is promi- nently advertised as clean is also sterile. Typical I" Is quite typical of the sorriest, most inept Congress in the history of the country not only that it should vote to raise its own salaries but also that it should dodge a roll call in doing so. It may be that real Senators and Representatives are worth $10,000 a year, But as for most of the present incumbents, all they have is a nuisance value. To get our money's worth out of them, we ought to pay them $10,000 a year to keep away from the Capitol. The U.S. Transport Beaufort arrired recently with forty cases of whisky and a large quantity of rum aboard. And yet there are some who would scrap the Navy! W.M. H. comicbooks.com