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Th Killer e rool MONTHLY 25 CENTS A YEAR. IN CLUBS OF FIVE OR MORE AT ONE TIME, 15 CENTS A "YEAR Vol. XIII Pores Knob, North Carolina, July, 1925. No, 7. A Good Old Hymn Alas, and are my breeches tore ? 'And is my shirt in strings? And shall I go in debt for more, Or do without such things ? Was it for this, since I've been grown, - "I cast my sovereign vote? Amazing shoes, with socks un known! And, oh, you tattered coat ! We might a piece of tow-sack hide My poor old naked skin! The way them politicians lied, It surely is a sin ! But drops of grief can never pay The grocery bills I owe. Next time I'll vote a different way m Hang-taked if that ain't so! PLUTOCRACY "FESSES Ut" TRY YOUR LUCK, MISTER Please stand on your head and read the following paragraph backward through a left-handed breeches-leg, and then tell me what you think it means. I find it in the "Current Events" col umn of The Literary Die Jest for June 13th, 1925, Annie Domino : "An opinion dissenting from the decision of the judicial commission of the Presbyterian General Assembly sustaining the complaint against the New York Presbytery for licensing two ministers who would not affirm belief in the Virgin Birth is read into the records of the Assembly by the Eev. Charles B. Swartz, of Chicago. ,! I will give you thejnext hund red dollar bill that I find in a cow track if you will translate that into English and put me wise to what the writer was trying to say. I have read it through six teen times and prayed over it twice and cussed over it eight times, and I don't see any sense m it yet. To save my sunburnt neck I can't tell whether the Rev. Charles B. Swartz has given birth to an opinion, or whether the Presbyterian General As sembly has had a nightmare that refuses to eat oats, or whether the New York Presbytery has swallowed its false teeth and puked -up a lizzard. In view of aH the unmitigated circumstan ces, intensified by the uncertain ty of newspaper reports, I am -terribly uneasy for fear some thing has happened. A woman went into a depart ment store and said she wanted a dress to put on around the house. She was insulted when the clerk asked her the size of the house. Just a few short years ago we had a "war to end war." Perhaps you remember it. We were told that it was go ing to be the last war that the world would ever see. - I believed that yarn for a while, but when I saw how the war was carried on and how it anded, I begun to sorter have my doubts. But you remember how the 'patriots" alb over .the country just ripped and ranted and tore their shirts for the holy and sanctified slaughter which was going to bring paradise to the earth in about three weeks. The great Redemocan editors, both North and South, fairly melted into puddles of "patriotism" as they cried aloud for more blood. It was a "holy cause," and it was "war tojend war," and any body that criticised it was a traitor and ought to be hung. Among the plute papers that had such patriotic duck-fits in behalf of Wilson's War was the Winston-Salem Journal. It did n't stop at "1&0 per cent patriot ism." Its temperature rose to at least S00, and it would have gone still higher if the "patriot ic" bubble hadn't busted when it did. " To turn back now to The Journal's files of 1917 and 1918 and read its inspired prophetic utterances about the warless world which Wilson was going to hand us on a silver platter- well, that fine stuff don't quite harmonize with the following which I take from a recent issue of the sameWii st)n-Salem Jour nak WAR PREPARATIONS Seven years after the war to end wars, the powers ox the world main tain, on a peace footing, at least 6,000,000 troops and the total organ ized reserve forces in the world are 24,000,000. The armed nations today, because of their mechanical guns, new chemical laboratories and air craft, are more formidable in their equip ment than before the catastrophe of 1914. The fleets of the world are stronger than in 1914. The air navies are being- continually developed and expanded. Add to this the experience gained in the last war, and it is startlingly plain that the world is far better prepared to wage a terrific war than evor before. See? It comes right out and confesses that the war which Wilson "kept us out of" was not what it was cracked up to be. It didn't end war. It "cBdn't bring paradise. It didn't do any of the f great-things it promised to do. On the other hand, the crazy world has gone ahead with still bigger and costlier preparations for war, and it seems only, a question of time till-hell must break loose again. And of course when that happens we will again have plenty of "patriots" to tell us what a "holy cause" it is, and how we must all bend our necks to the military yoke and pull and pray for victory . Oh ,yes ! But it looks to me like a few more victories like that last one would just about finish us. ' SAVING THE BABIES AND WHAT FOR? RADIO UP-TO-DATE Well, sir ! Are you trying to keep up "with the latest develop ments in Radio ? If not, you are missing one of the biggest things that ever came down the pike. It ain't merely talk and music now, out radio pictures flashing through the air at lightning speed. A feller in Washington has invented a new method of sending pictures by radio, and he has now gone so far as to send typewritten letters, or even pen- written letters, delivering them thousands of miles away in five minutes. You can take a piece of paper and a pen and write a letter in- your own handwriting, and five"" minutes after you sign your name, to it, a photographic copy of that same letter, still in your own handwriting, can be de livered by radio te somebody thousands of miles away. This is not speculation $bout what is going to be done. It has actually been done already. Going still further, the same inventor has succeeded in send ing MOVING PICTURES by radio for a distance of five miles. Of course that is just atart. If moving pictures can be sent five miles by radio, they will eventu ally be sent five hundred or five thousand miles. It is actually beyondbelief , but it is all true just the same. We can hardly comprehend it. Arid still less can we comprehend the On April 29, 1925, the Metro politan Life Insurance Company bought space in- The Outlook (New York), and printed an ad from which I quote the follow ing: "Last year two and one-half million babies were born in the United States our luture citizens tne men-ana women who are to ,be intrusted with the affairs of tomorrow. Precious as these little lives were, not only to their parents, but to the country it self, one out of every thirteen died before its first birthday. This tragic waste of human material must Be checked. A .gigantic plan, is under way to bring this about." Every moth er and father, everyone in America who loves children and his country is asked to help." -c - - . All well and good, ijobody will object to saving the lives of the babies. But maybe we had better look into their motives a little. What do they want to, save the babies for? I'll tell you So far as the boy babies are concerned, they want them to grow up and become soldiers and be gloriously murdered in some rich man's war. And as to-'the gjirl 'babies, they want them to live long enough to become the mothers of soldiers, and after that it don't matter what be comes of them. That's the dying truth, and you know it. The powers that be are not much interested in babies for any other reason. As proof of this assertion, let me call your attention to the fact that other groups of "patriots" are aU the time hard at work in venting and perfecting new methods of fciBin And unless the babies live jand grow yyp, there wifl be nobody -for wr "patriots? to kill wh their new- fact that the wonders are jast If angled murder machines. Of UiMi.wC. rn . . I : j l i jt - course me oaaes muse oe savea to make cannon fodder. B&t why ? tooks to me like. tne oaoy tnat cuegan infancy nas g. ren years more twenty years morean my ! Can voir begin to imagine?) Talking about paradise, that's Sweet By and By. Not just yet. A noted welfare worker, in dis cussing what should be done a bout the fast and unruly young uns of this country, says what we need is a new type and better type of parents. No doubt about that . But where in the geewhiz are you going to get 'em? To try to make better parents out of such bum material as we have got would be sorter like trying to maxe a goia watcn out or a mule's foot. tiie way it will come. In thetgot the best end of the iaareaifi. O A iS 1- T TLTJ- l A. T-r ft j l i , - r If all the babies could know What was ahead of them in. this trou blesome world, they would all want to die in infancy . Looky here, babies, if you are going to live and grow up, you had better learn sense enough in the. time of it to show the war gods where to get off. Quitters The whole world hates a quitter, But it doesn't hate him, son, When the quitter's quitting something That he shouldn't have begun. 85 '
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