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ON THE SIDELINES OF WAR
(The Houghton Line)
Modern inventions, it is said, tend to make war
more horrible and destructive, too hideous for civilized
peoples to contemplate or endure. It probably isn’t
true. Ancient warfare was wickedly brutal and bloody
and its casualties far greater than those of modern bat
tles. Ancient nations were nearly destroyed by war,
cities sacked and burned, armies wiped out or left to
die of wounds, disease and starvation. And the vict
ims of ancient warfare died very unpleasantly, not by
the brief dispatch of a bullet or a whiff of poison gas.
The horror of war didn't stop it in days of old. and
neither will the teiror tanks, great guns, bombing
planes and modern bayonets.
But there are modern inventions which may add
a new and convincing dreadfuiness to war. if the high
command allows it. which it won't. They could be so
effective that sensible and sensitive citizens would be
willing to hang every official, general or trickster dip
lomat who started an unnecessary war or refused to
finish it.
Let us imagine a war like the last one. as brought
up to date by radio, television and motion pictures, and
sponsored by an enterprising group of advertisers.
First thing in the morning, as an appetizer for break
fast, American civilians would be invited to hear the
thunder of guns over the trenches where their boys
were waiting for the order to go over the top. Later
in the day. by kindness of some manufacturer of bak
ing powder, the radio audiences would listen to the
groans of the wounded and dying, the rattle of rain on
the tin roof of a water-soaked dugout, the shattering
explosion of a shell blowing a battalion of young sol
diers to eternity.
Expert spellbinders, perhaps, would take charge
of the evening program. “Wotta war, folks, wotta
war.” There goes a squad cf Pennsylvania boys into
action, and they won’t be back. A young officer from
Illinois was shot shot through the lungs. Just a min
ute folks, and we’ll get his name. One of the enemy’s
shells just dropped on a battery and wiped out ten
fine lads from Indiana. They’re bringing the wound
ed this way on stretchers. Maybe one of the boys will
say a word into the microphone for the folks back
home.
“Well, he said it, but we had to cut him off. We’ve
got to keep this war clean for our friends who use
Sapp’s Soap for Sensitive Skins. Is Mrs. Mabel Mul
lins of Grand Piapids, Iowa, listening in? Her son
George was just shot down in flames flying over the
enemy lines. In a few moments, folks, we’ll turn you
over to the front line trenches, where there’s a lot of
hand-to-hand fighting going on. Maybe vour own boy’s
out there, so stand by. Wotta war, folks; wotta war.”
There are many who honestly believe that high
explosives, airplanes, poison gas, twenty mile guns,
and express tanks will at last make war too terrible to
be endured. But the soldiers will endure, because sol
diers are trained to take it. It’s the folks back home
who would never stand for war, if they were allowed
to learn what war is really like.
Judge—O'Baloney, you are charged with fighting
in the street. Are you guilty, or not guilty?
O'Baloney—It’s no use to say not guilty, Yer Hon
or. I said it the last time I was before ye and ye didn’t
believe me. And I didn’t have a black eye like I’ve got
today.
Stick to it long enough and any job is finished.
All questions have two sides, but not many citi
zens care to hear the other side.
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TAKE TIME OUT
(Columbus Dspatch)
You are anxious, tense, distracted? Every nerve
is taut, every sound be it but the buzzing of a vagrant
mosquito, startles you in a way that would have amaz
ed you a few years ago. The radio in the room below
booming out music that you cannot hear, or blatant an
nouncements about a product in which you have about
as much interest as you have in the biological eccen
tricities of the calenterates, gets you all on edge. That
is the time to “take time out.”
You have financial troubles. The not is about due
and your account is overdrawn. The insurance prem
ium is impending; the doctor bill is not only due but
is increasing with the arrival of junior No. 3, and Gran
nie’s fall downstairs after she had put her offspring
“by proxy” to bed. “Take time out.”
You think you have hardening of the arteries; you
lie in bed with your finger on your pulse to direct sus
pected fluctuation of the heart beat; you sense a cer
tain difficulty in breathing and a tendency to suffoca
tion. You remember that your fathe” had symptoms
similar and you see yourself suffering his tormems.
That’s the moment to “take time out.”
“Take time out”, and relax, philosophize. Say to
yourself “Even if it is true, what do I gain by worry
and accumulated suffering? What do I gain by tor
menting myself with the thought that I am slated for
the bankruptcy court or the cemetery, when I am not
at all sure that such a melancholy fate is inevitable?”
“Take time out", say the psychologists and the
philosophers and to your days you will add days.
The advice is sound and it is welcome.
Diner wrathfully-—“Hey waiter, this place is a
den of thieves. My bill is fourteen dollars. It should
only be thirteen.
Waiter—“Yes sir, the manager thought you might
be superstitious.”
Chiseler—You oughtn’t to charge me but half
price for cutting my hair when I'm half bald.
Barber—Sorry, sir. We don’t charge for cutting
your hair—we charge for the time we spend hunting
for it.
“How on earth did you get Tommy to take that
medicine—tell him it was candy?”
“Certainly not. I put it on the highest shelf in
the house and told him that it was deadly poison.”
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Transcript.
Hungary has a song w'hich is credited with causing
25 suicides. The popular songs of this country more
often inspire murder.—Ohio State Journal.
The only way to get a war just now is to go to the
fringe of civilization in Ethiopia or Mongolia. In Eur
ope all they do is to play checkers.—Boston Globe.
As far as one can foresee, the only possible result
of putting a second Brain Trust against the first will
be to double the sale of aspirin.—Detroit News.
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