Judge — March 3, 1928 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Kidding Your Uncle Samuel ? ner again the horrid suspicion comes stealing over us that Europe is net so much trembling before our vast American power as shaking with merriment over the way we keep getting crossed on the path to world peace. We put pictures in all the papers of the signing of a new arbitration treaty with France thout the sar r feet It is just as the twenty-vyear-old Root treaty, red with some of Mr. Beyan’s ideas. It makes ll sorts of excey con ons of things not to he arbitrated, hat it has an unctuous preamble that says how every hody abhors war. The Hecho de Paris reealls that in H91b there were outstanding sixty-one arbitration treaties, none of which did any good whatever. We send a similar treaty over to E nd. members of Parliament take note “terms of reference,” which mean that the Senate of the United States has to have a crack at every squabble it can be arbitrated. Mr. Coolidge avers that our naval building is not competitive. Very nice, replies Sir Austen Chamber- lain: isn't it a coincidence that) England’s naval 2 “War between our two nations is unthinkable,” he says—just what we all have been saying right along Mr. Kellogg suggests it would be abolish submarines, ‘The French ave fore building isn't competitive cithe great idea to gaze at our plans for new cruisers and merchant ships and re not sur- prised at our late conversion, Mussolini's papers blurt out, “democratic humanitarian sentimentalism.”” a phrase which in Italy is We signed a treaty to prohibit the use of poisonous gases in warfare, and while the Senate pigeonholes it our Army goes on playing with gases and asks an appropriation for new gas masks. At Havana, as Edwin James we tried to ke Central America bel “that the real Santa Claus wears a marine uniform.” We tried to pull off a disarmament conference last summer and it was a flop. We won't join the League of Nations; w« won't join the World Court. What's more, the Democratic party is apparently coming to the con- viction t it isn't even worth while to make inter: national relations a campaign issue any more. It is just possible that your Uncle Samuel is play ing a deep and devilishly clever game of diplomacy that his silk hat has at last outmoded his shirt-sleeves, and that he knows exactly what he is doing to ensure 1 comical epithet. his future as a world power, a forcign trader and an imperialist. And yet—isn't it just possible that he is still being kidded along as of ¢ The two largest oceans known lie one on either side of him, Unless nd look after him they may find him sunk in one ocean or the other. I: real good news, isn’t it, that the Loyal Order of Moose have changed their headgear, dropping the fez and donning the tah. Deeper in the crown than the fez, the tah is royal purple. But it has a tine red tassel. James J. Davis, who divides his time between the Moose and the federal Department of Labor, says that his order recognizes the right of the Shriners to the exelusive use of the fez. That's pretty decent of the Moose. But then, what else would you expect in a land where, as Charles Merz shows us in his new book, “The Great) American Bandwagon,” all men are Brothers? his nephews and nieces stir about * * * * . * TT! ugliness of the outskirts of American cities is due to many neglects and monstrosities, not least of which are the big gas reservoirs. Unlovely in design and obscene in bulk, these are usually an -filling red. Passers-by as well as near neighbors resent them hopelessly. Now a contractor has ap plied to the paintin camouflage, With ps: sse objects the technic of tel shades applied in pateh work pattern he has so softened the lines of a huge tank that to the casual eye it almost seems to melt into the sky and other background. Nobody has yet come forward with the revolu tionary idea of making filling stations, hot dog stands and sillboards inconspicuous. Younger Generation Notes. No. 11 Jorstiee Move of New York sayy that modern youth, far from being a menace ter, “bravely struggling on the upward path of He bases this on the figures which show ase in the cases of juvenile delinqueney . is growing bet progress.” a dee brought before him in the Children’s Court. But you can’t choke a Cassandra with a statistic. The standard idea is that if there are not more youngsters being sent to jail and reform school, there ought o amount of cold facts can temper the hot jealousy which Middle Age feels when it contem- plates the buoyancy of Youth, — RoW be. comicbooks.com -