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JUDGE TOLERANCE Have always been interested in furthering those causes which work for the public weal (good). I am what is known as a liberal and believe in tolerance. Toler- ance is a great thing, and I have given a lot of thought to things like Bolsheviks, and prohibition, and sex control, and who is the logical contender, and women’s clothes, and shall there be more decency in the home, ete. Most people don't use their brain enough on these subjects, hence, where is the country going to? There is lots of people who never think about prohibition. They just keep on drinking, and pushing bells to speak- easies, and bulging their wallets out with membership cards to clubs which are, mark my word for it, nothing but places to get a drink in. Now, I never take a drink without asking myself, “Is this ag ls and then I ask the bar- tender, and I have or ye! n told not to drink it, ex- cept maybe if thought I'd better get along. You got to use your brain and be tolerant in these things, and there's no sense getting mad and drinking all night just on a/e of prohibition, especially if the bartender says you've had enough. You got to be erant of bartenders, too. I wonder if you readers appreciate what a great thing prohibition has been for bartende Before prohibition, a boy had to start young to be a bartender, and never got there till he was near 40. He used to start like an apprentice :— first he had to sweep out, maybe like when he was 1+ or 15 ~Seees SESS > “Could you direct me to the University Club?” years old, and clean spittoons, and keep the flies off the mirrors, and dust off “Bacchante and the Sat. and things like that. And then his next job would be when he was maybe like 18 or 19, and then he could polish the glasses, and fix the beer pump, and say, “Good morning,” to regular customers. Then his next job, maybe along about 24 or 25, would be to mix the casy drinks, like a Side Car and a Bronx, and then he could stand behind the bar, and when a customer invited him to have drink, he could “Much obliged,” and take the woode ar out of the box and stick it in his vest pocket and ring up 15c on the register, and maybe grow a mustache, And then, when he got a lit- tle past 30, all he had to do to.wait till one of the regular bartenders died, or got put away, or got the D. T.’s, and there he was. But it took him maybe 20 years, and look what happens today. All you got to have is a foreign accent, and be able to read labels. Somebody comes in and says, “A dry Martini Oscar,” and you mix up wh got, and hand it to him. says, “let's have the second win; you give him what's left in the s and he thinks it’s swell. Nobody knows what they're drinking, and anybody can be a bartender if he can crack ice with- out getting it in the customer's eye. So I'm in favor of prohibition, as long as a fella is tolerant and don’t try to (Continued on page 28) comicbooks.com