The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1921-05-18
ON SECOND THOUGHT
BY JAY E. HOUSE
(From Philadelphia Public Ledger)

against Judge Lindsey. 1t is merely
that we recall that he was one of the
EARNEST band which took passage on
| the Ford peace ship.
Contemplation of the case of the
Connecticut man who took a lion to
satisfy a debt of $500 may not appeal
| to you, but we found such contem-
plation vastly intriguing. Evidently
| that bird cares no more for money
/ than he does for his right eye.
Dempsey we learn from the es-
teemed telegraph, visited the hospitals
and cheered up the sick and ailing.
1t was a thoughtful act and prompts
a suggestion from the column. The
various military hospitals are full of
| leglesS, arm1esS and incapacitated
| soldiers. Let Dempsey drop around
| and cheer them up.
| A glimpse of Dempsey certainly
would inspire the veterans of the
| late war to new deeds of valor. If
| they could see both Dempsey and Jess
| willard, patriotic feeling would have
| a new birth.
kenicotts Go Back to Gopher Prairie.
| Doc Kenicott and Carol turned into
| Chestnut street from Broad in the un-
certain late afternoon. 1t was Thurs
| day. The big daily prisons of business
| were just exuding their weary masses
| of rundown office hounds and over
| coSm etized, bare-legged, webbing typ
! lists and clerks, whose artificial APP
| pearance was made doubly dismal by
the clammy rain which was just be-
| ginning to fill the sooty atmosphere
| over the dark thorofare.
| Carols breath quickened.
| How can these people live?
| Where?" she asked.
| Her husband inhaled deeply, as if to
purify his great western lungs after SO
enervating a spectacle.
| 'I can't think" he said, pulling
down his wet felt hat "how or where,
| dear they are going"
| They walked to Twelfth street. fight
! ing the sad, hungry mob. and there
| they hesitated on a broken flagstone
| to watch.
| The rain came faster. Carol looked
into the street. Cheap, gaudy cars and
| rafting taxis were grinding past, play
| ing hockey with the bloody corpse of
a dead cat which had fallen prey to
| some speed maniac. It was too much;
The wet crowd Harding-blue road
sters trimmed with canary, raucous
klaxons, lip rouge, skinny legs. the
dead cat.
Lets go home. DEAR" she said.
| Much to the amazement of all the
serious thinkers, Clara Smith Hamon
signed away her right to the Hamon
estate for a paltry $4,000. Every
body thought she'd hold out for a
| widows share. Clearly Clara is not
| the business woman she has been
| credited with being.
! Aside to o. H: Rule 16 forbids the
| printing of complimentary communi-
| cations, but we'll make an exception
| and print yours on Monday morning.
The Pleasure Was Ours.
Sir-I cannot thank you sufficiently
| for your pronouncement on the Elm
stein theory. L have been devoting
| considerable time to it and found it
very interesting and apparently in line
with the work of other scientists.
Now I can drop the whole study with
| confidence that it is fiddle-faddle.
Your versatility is simply amazing.
| Diligent reading of your column had
! not led me to suspect your attachments
as physicist. Perhaps L made no al
lowance for your unusual modesty, SO
| frequently shown in your unwilling
ness to render judgment without the
most careful investigation.
Since 1 am now assured of your
/ qualifications as a physicist, L ven
ture to ask your opinion of the Max
i well theory concerning the identity
of light and electricity. NJ. W.
Harrison Sell and John Sample had
engaged in long-winded controversy
| over some trivial matter. Harrison
had put pointed question and John
was in the hole. Il know what it
is he Stamnered, but 1 CANT tell -
Harrison looked at him thru mild blue
/ eyes which swan in a countenance so
| immobile and so incapable of reveal
ing emotion that it might have been
of stone. IF a knows anything -
he said in a voice without infection
and as monotonous as the daily tasks
of a, housewife, he can tell it," And
then he turned on his heel and walked
away.
his theory. NJ. W., who says he has
devoted considera BILE time to it, doesn't
know what it is. If either of them
know, he'd tell. We know what it is;
it's fiddle-faddle.
/ Due to his tendency to overweight
the prophets predict an early end to
Babe" Ruth's baseball career. But
that won't help much. Another ficti-
tious hero Immediately will be created.
A Most Interesting Possibility.
Sir-You mentioned in your more
or less esteemed column few days
ago a remark relative to the respect
the Hon" Dempsey showed toward
his mother. As per your custom, you
found food, SO to speak, for some of
your characteristic sarcasm in the ac-
| ton of Mr.. Dempsey remembering his
mother and the folks at home on
Mothers Day. 1 notice you again re-
fer to the mother in yesterdays COL
umn. 1t is not at all necessary to
bring a persons mother into some of
these foolish remarks of yours, and it
| would give, I do not doubt, the ma
jority of your readers great satisfac-
ton to learn that the Hon" Dempsey
had heard of your remarks. about his
| mother and had come up from his
training quarters and landed a few of
his well-known "haymakers'' some
where in the region of your chin. It
would serve you right and, perhaps.
after that you'd be somewhat imper-
sonaI in your small sarcasms-
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