Judge — October 3, 1925 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Sacred to the memory of J.F. Hylan: Hearst in war, Hearst in peace, Hearst in the eyes of his countrymen, righ std poacenrennnint i bl eA agg Judge Does Not Pay $5 for This One. Out Where the Wet Begins T= arrest of Senator Stanfield at Baker, Ore., whether in itself justified or not, should serve as a salutary warning to dry Congressmen. It should remind them that standards of behavior which are accepted without question in Wash ngton are not always appreciated nearer home. In Washington it is regarded as a matter of course that our prohibitionist lawgivers should get drunk. Incidents of the sort are too coramon there to cause a ripple. But the home folks are still apt to believe that a politician should practice what he preaches. This, of course, is rank provincialism, but it must be faced. Collegiate No End HE universities and colleges of this fair land are cry- Te out against the avalanche of students that press for entrance. Their finances and facilities, they say, are inadequate to care for the mob; they are forced, however reluctantly, to restrict their numbers, put up the bars, turn their backs on the democracy that was one of their cherished ideals in the dear dead days, etc., etc. But strangely enough they do nothing to modify the great annual advertising campaign that brings the candi- dates swarming about their ivied portals. We refer, of course, to the intercollegiate football season. Every fall now, we, as a country, go college-mad. We call it the football craze, but nobody who has the slightest knowledge of mob psychology can underestimate the enormous impetus college-wards that the absorption in football is giving the youth of America. It is impossible to think of football without thinking also of college. The two ideas are psychological Siamese twins. And it is impossible not to think of football from the day when the first fall practice begins until after Thanksgiving, unless one is a mental hermit. The thousands of universities and colleges between the two oceans all put forth elevens ios William Morris Houghton, William Edgar Fisher, Phil Rosa. Dramatic Editor, George Jean Nathan. that range the country fighting for national recognition. The papers play up their prowess. Individual players, little colleges, pop into the limelight overnight. And over all and through all blow the tart autumn breezes, whipping up the flames in the foliage, and in the girls’ cheeks, and filling the heart of man with a desire for heroism. To go to college and play football has the same attraction now for the boys of this country that Hollywood has for the girls. te HH B" the colleges, as we have said, although swamped with applicants, continue to abet the cause while they complain of the effect. They do even more. President Apple, of Franklin and Marshall College, in Pennsylvania, has been contributing to the’ New York World a series of revealing articles which set forth the extraordinary lengths to which graduate managers and ambitious alumni will go to get promising material for their teams. Commer- cialism of the rankest sort is debauching many of the colleges, who buy boys to enter and play football for them. And to what purpose? So that every year bedeviled facul- ties can turn away more applicants for whom there is no room. tt tw F our college presidents are really in earnest in their desire to reduce the popularity of their institutions we suggest they get together and substitute some form of intellectual exercise for football as the hallmark of under- graduate activity. Welcome to Oklahoma! T= Veterans of Foreign Wars held their annual en- campment recently in Tulsa, Okla. Governor M. E. Trapp welcomed them in the name of his State, while Federal Prohibition agents proceeded to raid the hotel at which the more prominent delegates were staying. According to the Associated Press report, “eighteen former service men, seventeen of them delegates,” were put under arrest and “the room of Gen. John H. Dunn, of Boston, national commander, was searched in the presence of the General and Mrs. Dunn, but no liquor was found.” ‘We'd be tempted.to say, “There’s no place like Okla- homa,” but for two reasons. One is that we have said it before, and the other is that, notwithstanding the Governor’s name, this same species of welcome might have been extended to “our brave boys from over-seas” in any of the other forty-seven commonwealths that com- prise the Land of Liberty. That must be a solemn thought to those who fit and bled to keep America free. W. M. H. comicbooks.com