Life — May 8, 1919 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Air SE bright morning a avana cigar was ng down the road, he met a bottle of Vhere are you go- asked the bottle of don't quite know, but east Tam on the way. oO m Sure!” said the bottle hiskey. And so they jour- along together until they a package of cigarettes. Where are you fellows go: id the cigarettes. a vacation. Join us?” Certainly.” And they all ked along together, until came across a deck of ds, a box of chewing gum La fiddle. Where are you going?” said Out beyond. Better join us.” fhe group being thus aug- ted, they continued on their rney, until they met a rail- said the s I am practically on my last wheels.” We'll give yor a lif way with them as best he could. Suddenly they came to a precipitous .and then, as they all sat down on cilge to enjoy themselves, an ad- So he made istration came up. Ho!” said the administration. Common People: GENTLEMEN, WOULD T RE POSSIBLE TO ADJUST YOUR DIFFER- ENCES IN SOME OTHER PLACE? 789 Editor Emeritus—A Bad Job ORE than a month ago—on April tst —the Louisville Courier-Journal an- nounced that Marse Henry Watterson had resigned as its editor emeritus. He only held the post eight months. He quit, the paper said, partly because he did not agree with the paper’s management about the League of Nations. He opposed the League: the paper supported it. Being editor emeritus was no job for Marse Henry. It meant putting his name at the top of an editorial page that had ceased to express his opinions, thereby involving him in quasi responsibility for policies he could not control. That could not but have bothered him, It was irk- some to readers months ago to find the Courier-Journal advocating the suffrage amendment and still with Marse Henry's name at the top of its columns. “HERE, BINKS, 1 WISH YOU'D TAKE MY GARDEN SEEDS AND GIVE THEM TO YOUR HENS WITH MY COMPLIMENTS, 17 WILL SAVE THEM THE TROUBLE OF COMING OVER APTER THEM,” “You're just the fellows I've been looking for. You are now all together for sympathy, I suppose, and over the cliff you go!” He started to push them over, when suddenly, without the slightest warn- ing, a large American eagle swooped down on him, and in an effort to evade this angry bird his foot slipped, and over the cliff he went himself—down, down into the abyss of time, “And now, boys,” said the cigar to his companions, “let's go back home once more and have some fun.” (CHa CLARK will be next mi- nority leader of the House; Presi dent Wilson, of the country. The fact is that though a man may be president emeritus of a colle as Dr. Eliot is, or pastor emeritus of a church, as many men have been, and be happy in that condition, to be editor emeritus of a live news- paper, with old issues changing and new ones intruding on it daily, is just naturally a bad job An editor emeritus can- not reasonably hope that a paper he no longer con- trols will behave as though he did control it And besides that, the newspaper call- ing, at hest, is not respectable. It is a sad calling, a meddlesome, vociferous job, considerably dedicated to upbraid- ing, accusation and discipline. A live editor, doing his duty according to his lights, may bear with his own sins and errors because he has to, or because his labors are useful or, perhaps, re- munerative. But that any editor who has himself escaped from service should bear to share the blame for the indiscretions of his successor, is not in nature. The duties of the hang- man, the undertaker, the scavenger and the bar-keep are all useful—nay, in the still present condition of society, in- dispensable—but none of them makes a good basis for an office emeritus. Neither does the editorship of a news- paper. When the editor who has done his comicbooks.com