Judge — January 1939 — page 18: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

C5. Christmas bells ring proudly in America. ¥ Their chimes echo against the heart strings of our people in sweet and grateful cadence. K Old men, in the quiet of time about spent, youth, whose breasts house tem- pests, middle-aged, whose hands try to control the fury of striving for material things, and babies, opening their eyes for the first time on a new world, look out from sanctuary. K On this Christ's morning, despite its shortcomings and its long reach from the Jdeal, our blessed nation comes nearer the right to motto upon its flag and upon its arms, the Golden Rule. * Tis soil still feels the tramp of feet marching toward the same goal it has bad its life's length. FX ‘Tis trees still hear the voices of its people crying for the same justice to all men that they have always beard. * East and West of its long shores, blood-blinded little peoples whose ears are long since stopped against the voice of God, are feeling the startled fear of this symbol of de- termined justice, creeping over them. HK Tn the consciousness of their ancients, their matured, and their youth, stirs hope, because we in America live. >< Our Christmas morning is bright, kept bright over our deep sorrow for those in other lands, in the certain knowledge that we can, on a not too far off day, reach them and lift them back to happiness again. q A Merry Christmas then, and peace and sanity restored in dark places and the restoration of men anew in the image of the Creator. * * THE JUDGE FOR JANUARY comicbooks.com