Judge — February 19, 1927 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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nk tii latin iat aN a te JUDGE He Has a Lean and Hungry Look wey say that William G. McAdoo personally is a charming man. Very likely be is, if you don't cross him. So is the dev But as a politician andidate for President no man in our memor, has shown a more ruthless ambition or a narrower, less tolerant, more vindictive spirit. Even he must believe now that his chances for the Democratic nomination are dead. But does that dissuade him from a campaign of demagoguery to defeat his chief opponent? On the contrary, it eggs him on. His feeling is not that of a naturally disappointed man who has played a desperate game for high stakes and lost; it is a personal grudge against those who have checkmated him. His hatred of them comes to the surface in every public utterance. If he can't have the prize himself, he'll be jiggered if. they and i can either. In other words, he’s a perfect fit as a leader of the drys. No one in his senses believes that McAdoo really gives a rap about Prohibition except as it furnishes him with a convenient political issue and weapon, When a distinguished constitutional lawyer and a son-in-law of the man who vetoed the Volstead Act gets up and says that it would be unconstitutional to repeal the Volstead Act, we know that what actuates his sentiments is not conviction, But it happens that the men whom Mr. McAdoo would get even with are identified with the cities, and Prohibi- tion is the arch expression of the country’s jealousy and hatred of the city. How suitable, therefore, that he and Prohibition should be buddies. Have you ever considered that McAdoo, for all the time he has been a public character of prominence, has never achieved a nickname? To call him Bill would be like biting into a lemon. The Call of the Wild [> the ordinary routine of its editorial expression the New York World fancies If as the enemy of sumptuary tyranny, of restrictive legislation, of the whole breed of ‘prohibitionists, patrioteers and censors. But once a year, or thereabouts, it suddenly abandons this traditional stand and plunges into an of Uplift with a zeal all the more puritanical for its long recess. The result is that to no other paper in the country do we owe more of the agita- tion that would strip us of our rights and liberties. This year the object of its periodic debauch has orgy Shuttleworth, Dramatic Editor, George Jean Nathan been the cheap magazines displaying nude “art,” and no doubt deserving of condemnation, But out of its frenzy has grown a formidable threat of censorship for everything that we read and sce and hear theatres, books, movies, radio. The forces of eousness, taking fire from the World’s hysteria, have descended upon Albany with a greater assurance of success for their schemes than for many years. What's the answe Why this periodic lapse on the part of a paper that prides itself on its champion- ship of freedom and tolerance and common. sens The phenomenon is nothing new. Twenty-six. years ago the World was instrumental in suppressing “Sappho,” with Olga Nethersole, a play that today would be considered harmless to the verge of dull- ness. Can it be that any agency bent on saving us from our sins, no matter how civilized may be the usual direction of its insistence, is suspect; that sooner or later it is bound to answer the call of the wild? God preserve us from crusadir The Poison Parade Tu invitation to contribute suggestions for the Poison Parade has met with generous response. But in view of the months that lie before us in which to perfect our pageant we shall be cha selections. Here a few, some of them slightly edited, that seem worthy of incorporation: By C. C.—Float containing model of modern hom« with latest improvements, namely, built-in still, home- brew cellar, well equipped laboratory for alcohol newspapers! of our analysis, large medicine chest with complete assort- ment of stomach pumps. By E. L. Boyd—Phalanx of women in deep mourning, each with one or more gold stars on her sleeve, comprising the widows and mothers of those who have died for their country’s booze By Oden S. Williams—Float containing replica of the Statue of Liberty holding aloft a mortuary urn. By Marcus A. Sherman—Figure of Patrick Henry about to blow out his brains. By RR. H. C.—Transparencies appropriately spaced along-the line of march containing the fol- lowing slogans: WE MUST PROTECT OUR CRIMINAL INSANE, BUT LET THE OLD SOAK DIE; WHAT WE DO NOT LIKE NO ONE ELSE SHOULD; THE S S OF PRO- HIBITION IS STAGGERING. By Ourself—Bus after bus load of happy chemists singing “Swect Analyze.” W.M.H. comicbooks.com