Judge, 1926-12-18 · page 34 of 36
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O Spare Us! To the Editor I am twenty-one years old, a member of the younger generation, but not a and I have never “taken u see, I know all your you must know an evil ight it), except once when, at the age of eighteen, my father forced some of the “stuff” upon me. (I never will forget that night when he came home and tried to make a drunkard of his son, his own son. He was drunk, drunk, and he had a head of lettuce in his hat which he had stolen from a restaurant. Oh, how ashamed I was and how my mother cried.) ince that one horrible night, which after Prohibition, when my own dear father so disgraced himself, | have been doing my little bit toward law enforce- ment, and you, you are trying to make men criminals by telling them to break the law and how to break it, and worse, are working for the repeal of the Eighteenth Amendment, which would put us down a rung on the golden ladder of civilization. Your silly paper has become a menace, an evil worm which is gnawing at the foundation of the greatest monument to Heavenly Knowledge which man’s en- lightenment has ever erected. Santa Barbara. Henry Sherman October 14, 1926. f Juve anything” little phrases— before you ¢ Who's a Crab? Judge on the Bench: Dear Juba Please do me a favor, Jvpce. Take William Morris Houghton out for a fishing trip. Throw him over- board three times, and only pull him in twice. ¢, why ruin America’s best comic by allowing a crape-hanging, single-track-minded individual, such as the above, to write editorials and criticize motion pictures? And George Jean Nathan criticizing the shows. Why, Jupce, he's a wet blanket, too. I am forced to wonder if these two human crabs get any pleasure at all out of life. It is safe to say that the theater affords them very little. I have seen numerous shows and pictures on which they have passed judgment, and if they pan it, Iam sure to enjoy it. Thanks, Jupce. I'll pay for the arsenic. Yours very truly, Ardmore, Pa. Robert H. Maitland October 21, 1926. In Arkansas Editor JuvcE: Dear Str: Voters at our primary, August 10, nominated a man for go ernor who admitted taking a drink on occasion, over an opponent (the present incumbent) who denied ever having tasted liquor in his lifetime. "s papers give Jno. Martineau vernor Terrell al- 15 though it is the unwritten law here to give a man a second term. Five years ago an admission of drink- iz would have been sufficient to defeat any one in Arkansas for any office, there- fore we wonder has constant agitation such as JupGe has conduc influenced voters to this extent or can it be because better whisky is being made here than formerl, Is it coming to such a pass that the man will be ridiculed who makes an un- believable statement as Governer Terrell did, regarding how he took his liquors? If Terrell told the truth the governor of North Carolina was right when he held his famous long-d the governor of his Yours truly, Cabot, Arkansas. Aunty Bellum August 12, 1926. “The Impostor” Maybe He’s Kidding Us Dear Str: We see by your latest issue that one from the Golden West, where the climate always acts like a y nothing of a gentleman and ls you are unreadable because ve neither disparaged, defended, nor disinfected Prohibition. For that same sin of omission, many Just why, we ask Goldie, should a perfectly humorous weekly spoil its schoolgirl complexion Pye vetting all red in the face over poor old Pro? Jupar: does well, we, to keep its wit free from cramping bias. Newspapers, magazines, preachers and politicians have wet- nursed and whaled Volsteadism to date, and will henceforth, we feel certain. Whatever their object, that is their job. Personally, we swear and smoke, but neither chew nor drink. Now and then, we are capable of thought, and at such off-moments, we offer a solemn Amen to Jvvce’s soothing, golden silence on a subject so odorous. The clown is good for man’s mental balance, being hell on his vaniti Thus Jvpce is justified in saying nothing, so long as it says it with the properly humor- ous eloquenc Appreciatively Pittsburgh, Pa. R.W. Lightner November 6, 1926. —Passing Show comicbooks.com