The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1921-02-05
ON SECOND THOUGHT
BY JAY Z. HOUSE
Uron Philadelphia Public Ledgse.)

We motto with regret that our es-
teemed contemporary, Life, has again
placed the milkman in an extremely
awkward, not to say a perilous, posi-
ton. For years we have been labor
ing with Life's artists in an effort to
persuade them that it is both futile
and dangerous to attempt to milk a
COW from the left side 1t is, in ad-
dition, the most inartistic of pastures.
But our expostulations seem to count
for nothing.
The fact is. any seE-respecting COW
would kick the daylights out of man
VINO attempted to milk her from the
left-hanG side. She simply wouldn't
stand for it. And only those who have
been kicked by cows-we speak au-
ItharitatiyeIy in the matter--know the
pain and ignominy concealed within an
erraged cows hoof.
While we are engrossed with the
topic we wish to refurbish and renew
another long-standing quarrel with
certain artists. We speak OF those VINO
attempt to visualize the political boss.
Almost without exception, those who
attempt to do so portray the politician
as a large, dubious Individual wreathed
in an enormous dropping mustache
with a gigantic watch chain depending
from the lower reaches of his waist
coat. Invariably his tailoring and
haberdashery are held up to scorn.
It is our good fortune to know a
great many politicians. A majority OF
them dress in better taste than do the
artists who depict them. Not one poll
tician in fifty wears mustache OF
any kind: we never knew one VINO
wore a dropping mustache ana tue
watch chain of the politician is almost
undiscernible with the naked eye.
Artists should recast their stereo-
typed conception of the politician
They are doing truth and veracity
grave injustice.
Another row over daylight saving
impends. Have we got to go thru WITH
that again?
A Lost Sheep Returns to the Fold
Sir-The rabbit, you remember
greatly admired the ass, and in offer
| ing his compliments called. special at
tention to the length of his ears.
| What made you think of M. WIS COM
ment as something 'in which 7. z. q.
| is scuttled?" NJ. w. was right but
Fastidious Street Cleaner" really was
a poem, after all.
| What is a poem?4 Poetry the
| critics have said, sis the statement OF
| overwhelming emotional values; an
attempt to purge language of every
tHlHS SACSpL 4LS e1AN
! the entering of delicately imaginative
| plateaus; truth carried alive into the
heart by passion; something compact
| ed of what seems, not what is"
Whatizname says: Poetry is g
comforting piece of fiction, set to
more or less lascivious music-a slaI
on the back in waltz time"
| Take your pick. But would you
deny that cartoon is a picture
Quod est ipoetica? A street cleaner
wearing spats; Amy Lowell smoking
| a cigar; an NJ. w. giving T. P. G
i the razz.
| When it comes to verse forms, thai
| is something else again. C. H. f.
| We welcome C. H. F. back to the
| old home column. We had grown
| dependent on him; we looked to hin
| to keep the culture and the ethics OF
/ the column at a high level. Will he
kindly not desert us again?
Dr. Wilbur F. Crafts denies that he
wants Sunday blue laws. and thus oul
! dearest hope fades. We had hoped
DR.. Crafts and his confrers were
committed to that sort of program and
that they would succeed in putting il
over.
| Nothing annoys us SO much as the
gay laughter and wild abandon to
mere secular joys of those who make
| a holiday of the Sabbath. Time and
| time again they have thrown US of
our game and beat us out of a pro-
| bable 90,