Judge — March 1938 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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1 dey y JUDGE ON I cannot say how the truth may be. GOOD sense of humor includes the ability to laugh at oneself before laughing at the other fellow. The tenseness and the strife prevalent in Washington today THE JUDGE guarantees to end, and to substitute therefor a better understanding between individuals, departments, and parties, if they will sit down with him of a blustery March night before the open fire which crackles on his hearth. He guarantees, first of all, to laugh at himself, prompted by an inti- mate knowledge of his silly weaknesses. Good humor at that fireside might change a nation’s course, and will surely send out into the night more peaceful souls and minds than entered. Of course, the warring factions will have to take their turns in the order of invitations issued, and it might be just as well to demonstrate healing ability with the hardest cases; so the first invitation goes to Messrs. William Green and John L. Lewis. Then, when they have left, we'll ask Franklin D. Roosevelt, a naturally kindly Patroon himself, to drain his cider mug with those five representatives of Big Business. The next night we'll take on Senators Joseph Guffey of Pennsylvania and Burton K. Wheeler of Montana, to be followed on a Sunday morning with Tom Gird- ler and Senator Robert Wagner. A few giggles, several chuckles, and another log on the fire should then be enough to settle the Chinese-Japanese affair and the Spanish riot. We reserve for the big climax, to be held on the top of Olympus, on the Fourth of July, a Gargantuan guffaw for the very funny Mr. Hitler, who may be leaving us, we hope, any day now. There is nothing grander in America than the mountain scenery of Pennsylvania, unless it is the feeling of safety one gets in driving their highways, thanks to Governor Earle. The Governor has succeeded in cre- ating for motorized mankind an object lesson of what can be done by an executive seriously March, 1938 THE BENCH I say the tale as ‘twas told to me. —Sir Watrer Scorr. intentioned. He has placed a maximum speed of 50 miles per hour on driving, with a 90-day loss of license penalty. But more than that, he has taught the Pennsylvania motorist that he means exactly what he said. No in- fluence has been able to swerve him and the first two object lessons were, when a Deputy Attorney General lost his license and then the Governor’s son lost his. While his son did his speeding in New Jersey, thereby removing himself from the Pennsylvania Governor's authority, he hadn't removed himself from the author- ity of a father. Governor Earle has done more, actually, to save lives in three months than all the automobile club propaganda has done in 25 years. A man could be elected President for no greater reason. The three angriest men (excepting, of course, Der Fuhrer, who always has rants in his cants) are the Messrs. Westbrook Pegler, Hugh Johnson and Hey- wood Broun. Pegler is mad at everybody about every- thing, and does a great piece of writing over it. The General is pretty mad about things in Washington these days, and has surprised readers with his ability to chronicle. Broun dusts his dandruff over the Ameri- can Federation of Labor. But they all spice their anger with an occasional piece of great good humor. Here now is March, and in men’s veins a sweet mad- ness starts its course toward Spring, hopes high, ambi- tion ringing, vision cleared, and the promise that behind the lin- gering snows and winds and rains are growing things, to meet the eye and please the soul. Spring’s promise cleanses Man of lazy thinking and nurtured vices. The old men learn that age can be put away for yet an- other while and young men see ahead a tiny world, conquered. March, with its chills and blus- ter, redeems itself by opening wide the gate to Spring. 21 comicbooks.com