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Show AFTER HOURS lly W. J. WEIR, Copy Director, Lord & Thomas Don't get me wrong I'm just an ordinary guy. I'm not trying to pose as an expert on the moulding of public opinion. I'm not talking talk-ing big about what I'd do if it was my job to whip up the country on the war effort. I'm talking as an average citizen. I'm saying, not what I'd like to tell them, but what I'd like to be told. Soon. Because I'm concerned, and I've been concerned, about my reaction re-action to all that's been happening. Sure, I'm buying bonds. I'm paying pay-ing taxes. I'm doing with less sugar. But deep down inside, down where it really matters, something hasn't taken place yet that I feel ought to take place. I'm all a welter of confusion there. It keeps me scratching my head and mopping my brow when I know I ought to be clenching my fists. You understand? It's like this: I want to be told not to buy Defense Stamps or Defense Bonds. I want to be told to buy Victory Stamps or War Bonds! I want to be told not about the construction of houses in defense de-fense areas. I want to be told about the construction of houses in War Production Areas. I want to be told not to remember Pearl Harbor. I want to be told to take Tokyo, to bomb Berlin, to raze Rome. I want to be told not to do my part to keep Naziism or Fascism from these shores. I want to be told to do my part to spread Ameri- canism to all shores. I want to be told not to help keep our world and our way of life from being lost. I want to be told to help build a new world and a better way of life. I want a positive program instead of a passive one. I want something some-thing to fight for I'm sick and tired of having only something to fight against. I'm hungry for something to get pepped up about I'm repelled from having only something to do not just wait for. It hasn't been so long since the last war that I forget what happened hap-pened then. I remember the parades and the speeches and the ringing slogans. Then we fought to make the world safe for democracy. We bought Liberty Bonds. We sang that the Yanks were coming. We set out to avenge Belgium not just to remember it. We made a vow that we'd reach Berlin or bust. We toyed with plans to hang the Kaiser. We warned the Hun to "keep your head down, Fritzie-boy!" Fritzie-boy!" We girded ourselves for a Crusade we didn't close the doors for a siege. We hated the Kaiser we didn't laugh at him. We printed his loathsome physiognomy on toilet paper to make the most ignominious ignomin-ious use of it. We likened his upturned handle-bars to the devil's horns not to anything so harmless and pathetic as the famous hirsute prop Charlie Chaplin plasters on his upper lip. We saw nothing to be amused about in his vain and pompous posturings as we do today in Mussolini's puffy strutting. We didn't pin our hopes on the defective eyesight of our enemy. We planted gardens. We poured our money into war chests. We had gasless Sundays and yelled "Slacker!" at anyone who dared to venture out in his Winton or Hupmobile or Stearns-Knight. We churned churn-ed one pound of butter into two pounds and did it with as much will as if we were turning out ammunition. We took the offensive psychologically long before we took it physically. phy-sically. And if we hadn't taken it .psychologically, we'd never have developed de-veloped the drive to take it physically. And don't tell me we can't do the same now. I want to sing that today we control our own destiny, tomorrow the destiny of the whole world. I want to sail against Germany, against |