are. We realize our helplessness. We feel constantly get a word in edgewise. other people the way, yet never arriving there itself." pseudo-science and their "pipe dreams" regarding is my meanness that gives me the joy over his situa- take his instructions from the "professional moralist" newspapers of the country with their fake news, their tion. Brother Watterson, however, is a fighter. He pected to be. And yet I have a sneaking notion he did certain amount of meanness in him, and I suppose it calls the "moral yardstick" of these Pecksniffs, or to not expect it would be quite so bad. He never before Watterson's sojourn in hot water. Everybody has a When Brother Watterson gets riled, he even calls social and economic conditions, while the brewers, realized what it meant to be exposed to the mud bat- answers back. He refuses to be measured by what he the north. Brother Watterson is being soundly rated true southerners and admired by numerous friends in by the anti-alcoholist speakers and writers, as he ex- benefit of these mud baths for years know what they teries of the anti-alcoholists. We who have had the who, he says, "is as a mile-post, perpetually telling how the anti-alcoholists are all the time filling the Kentucky and one worshipped for many years by all whom they charge with controlling the press, never I confess to a certain mild satisfaction at Brother