Judge — June 20, 1925 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Wana Eduor, Norman Anthony. Associate Editors, Willians Morris He I' WHAT this country needs most is a good five-cent cigar, then its ca But to differ for the moment with the late shall, we believe that wh om Mar- this country needs most is m Marshall. more men like the late “There Is Hope! 1 He Supreme Court has found the Oregon school law that something like two months ago we predicted this outcome? ‘The Supreme Court may have O. Kod some pretty ter- rible legislation in our time, but one must have lost all faith to be e that it wouldn't reject that. “The opinion was written by Justice McReynolds and the de hot stuff! is one of the out- rt. He dissented from its decisions as concurred in them, One ne the satisfaction with which he voiced the complete agreement nist this law, This decision knocks in the head the only legislation of any consequence enacted by the Klan in the heyday of its power. It just about writes firis to the whole Klan chapt ‘The first thing you know Imperial Wizard Evans will be back pulling teeth. “Alas, Poor Yorick!* Tt reminds us of a Washin recently ina New York paper: “The Kuo Klux Klan is breaking uy strongholds and its originators are of complete disintegration.” What, then, has happened to the noble army of hooded patriots that was going to make democ- racy safe for Nordies? But one might as well ask what has happened to Mah Jongg and “Yes, We Have No Bananas.” Somewhere, | possibly at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, there must he a junk heap wl tains, besides | marred and missing tiles marked “East Wind" and uneonstitutional, we remind the reas jon was unanimous.” Hallelujah, not to Justice McReynolds, by the standing liberals of th as its often Supreme Ce ean easily: im ndispateh that appeared its former + Visible substance ¢ ng the dirty, tom nightgowns, some of them ty for the hat cle scratched and broken phonograph records display 1 “bananas,” aner, and to dig under the surface of this dump, as no doubt some ghoulish hoods tha | charred and blackened crosses. If you wer archacologist will some day, discover | an assortment of unclasped arctics, Eskimo pie, King (how quaint that word 11 would proba Tut dresses, recipes for “hooch | sounds!) and other flotsam and jetsam harking back to the days of tiddledy-winks and further. For this would a vughtoo, William Edgar Fisber, Phil Rosa. Dramatic Liitar, George Scag Natha be the limbo of forgotten crazes of whieh the Ku Klux Klan is now one. oo We don’t know whethe been losing ground as fas' Heeanse a movement so sinister like the others. Here was a thing that stirred those racial and religious passions that have repeatedly drenched the world in blood. Yet Americans embraced it, and are now letting it drop, as if it were a song hit or chiropractic. a ee? because the Klan has + gained it, or to grieve wuld be simply a craze The motives and methods of its introduction and boosting would get a laugh out of P.'T. Barnum. — Accord. ing to Ward Greene, a former Atlanta news} writing in the June Mercury, “Colonel,” later peror.” William J. Simmons thought that in the resur- rection of the Klan he had a good idea for a local “locker,” or drinking, club to which he could sell memberships on a fat commission basis. This was during that period before national prohibition, when dry Georgia specifically perinitted the clubman his locker supply. He persuaded KF. Y. Clarke, a small-time Atlanta publicity man, to fake a 1 view of its possibilities. But along came first bone-dry al, prohibition. An Japtation of the purposes of the Klan was cessary, and neither Simmons nor Clarke seems to have comprehended clearly the obvious new role for it, until an ising Atlanta photographer butted into their scheme. isent he procured a score of negroes at and posed th aveloped in full Klan regalia, before his camera. ‘Then he syndicated the pic- ture to the rotogravure sections throughout the country. It took like hot cakes. Fresh from contemplation of Griffiths’ “Birth of a Nation,” the country rang with the news that the historic Klan had come to life again. and then natio two hits apiece m ey ey ne New York World 1 Everyone knows the se muckraked the movement fore and aft and helped spre it from an to ocean. Its promoters built a “palac for their headquarters on Peachtree street and a huge plant where they manufactured Klan regalia night: and Even the subsidiary organizers in’ the various States made fortunes as the holy crusade rolled on, dis- rupting families, dividing villages, ruining merchants and knocking the Democratic Party into a cocked hat. And all was merry as a marriage bell until the patriotic Mr. Simmons had a falling out with the patriotic Mr. Evans. Oh, well, it’s all over now. There may be a Klansman left here and there. But this can be said also of crossword puzzle fans. De mortuis nil nisi bonum. Wo MW,