Judge — April 2, 1927 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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ness seemed to flow more freely. ‘The hand of fellowship had a stiffer grip and the welcoming smile more of a bottled-in-bond appear- do tell me that once Colum- Well, it cer- tainly must have depended upon the sap of the Demon Rum to make it ss ae yecause whatever it was. that I do not agree with a word that you say, but I will defend to the death ™Ade it real is lacking now. ace ee oe eee It's immaterial whether you print this or not. It’s just as well with me if you don’t. I'm just unburde Redressing the Balance A man can read only so many ing my soul about those who have | hours, then even the most interesting so. righteously set about to ri | Dear Jw book gets tiresome. Likewise, third- this little old country of ours— | It is only natural that the greater e vaudeville and fourth-run mov- to give you something of an idea number of letters you receive should ing pictures have no particular ap- of how pleasant they have made be derogatory. People, discerning peal to me. things for a stranger in those parts — | and intelligent enough to sympathize The only other alternative was to of the country, such as Columbus, — | with your stand against hypoer' sit. Yes, just sit and wish it was where they have in a measure suc- | and fanaticism, realize, most of them, — some time 1 an excusable bedtime —_ ceeded. | the futility of deb: Such people for an able-bodied, healthy, twenty- Here’s to the good old days, | are rarely moved to maintain their five-year-old male of the speci nvictions in a forum, and are not I visited the Elks’ Club allured by the prospect of seeing told me of their . A Knight of the Road and they Columbus, O. xcellent choir, Re- February 5, 1927 their names in print. member when, Junce—I can as a kid P. S.—Maybe it is Divine Provi- | To explain, then, this lette and in the traditions of that rare dence asserting itself. Westerville, | simply that I admire Juve old order—a stranger whose good the home of Prohibition, is just of the sanest periodicals in the coun- fortune it was to belong to the ant- twelve miles from Columbus and the try. This, plus the ation that Jered herd found himself cheered — Capitol City of Ohio ne most of the letters written to you and welcomed and his lonely lot thing about it until it was too late. are derogatory to you, impelled me made more bearable by the hospital- Truly the w of the transgressor is to do something to help effect a ity extended from its merry home. hard, and he, or the city, that fails | balance. A cup or two from the bowl that in its duty to its fellow-man will | My name means little to anyone. cheers and the milk of human kind- come to grief in good time. Therefore, my endorsement would hardly bear the weight of one from machina. vertheless, s at all sensitive to criti- cism, I should like in this way to cast’ my feather on the balance in favor of Junce and what it advo- cates. Yours for sanity and humor, Richard G. Levy New York City January 27, 192 (Editor’s Note: We would reas- sure our friend most of the letters we receive are not derogatory. Quite the contrary. But we have been tempted to favor the knockers in this Department on the theory that Jupox is a humorous magazine.) And So to Bed Say, Juvar, Old Timer: I wish that all the Prohibitionists in the United States could be sen- tenced to spend one Saturday night in Columbus, O., in the réle of hom less transients with nothing more in- viting than a bleak hotel room to beckon their bones. I did. If the did, PN wager the good old U. would be wet in about twent hours without even the formality of removing that abnormal growth com- monly known as the Eighteenth Amendment from the Constitution of what is sometimes sarcastically re- ferred to as the “home of the free.” I am just a bit too mature in perience, not years exactly, to. in- dulge in drug store gin orgies, so I was unable to fit in with the frolics of the care-free collegians who are to be found in great numbers in Columbus. Likewise, I have not reached the decrepit age where I can go to bed at 9 p. m. and sleep | for twelve hours. And, believe me, Tue “Faiture’—Yes, my whole business went. I lost every- | these are the only two avenues of which I’d just had | time-killing offered here. Ges mee | time to put into my wife’s name! EDWARD LANGER PRINTING CO., JAMAICA, N.Y 32 comicbooks.com