Judge — December 12, 1925 — page 16: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

nine times out of ten he hasn't. In fact, it is the unwritten law in forty- five of our States, and in all States above the Mason and Dixon line, not to use the same card again. It just shows what can be done where evolution has got a firm hold. But this is only the beginning of the great waste. Millions send out cards which could be used again but they write their names on the cards in ink, or if not that they write, “Merry Xmas to You All from Us All. Give the Baby a Big Hug for Me.” Another class of people have pic- tures of their darling house printed on their cards. This is spreading worse than the gypsy moth. Spray- ing from an airplane secms to do no good. Still another class buy good sub- stantial cards and then write their own poetry on them. The police merely twirl their clubs and pretend that all is well. What is done with these cards? They are kept in a basket on the center table for a while and shown to people to let them know how many cards you always get; after a time The Metropolitan Museum of Art stimulates attendance by offering the cards get in the way and you prizes for new titles for all the pictures. pick out the cleverest and drop the We Must Do Something About This T= Administration, as it is laugh- ingly called, is making a great to-do about cconomy and has the country by the cars, and yet: the Administration hasn’t turned over its hand to stop the biggest waste of all. I refer, of course, to the waste in Christmas greeting cards. Millions and millions of people send Christmas greeting cards. Two statisticians assigned to make up the figures as to how far these cards for one year would reach, if laid end to end, calmly kissed their wives good-by and went off and shot themselves. Their widows never even put on mourning, for they looked upon their husbands as having got off easy. The sending of Christmas cards is all right in itself, but people hare their names printed on them, (The italics are mine and the printer’s.) Naturally, when a person’s name is printed on a card, the card can not be used again by anybody else unless Green Gotrer—Then I took another club, the brassicre, I think that person has the same name, and they call it! ees eee comicbooks.com