Letter to the Editor
Dear Time Magazine, I am writing to you because I am highly concerned with the new world that we are living in. I am an elderly woman, and have been a widow since that silly Spanish-American war cost my husband his life. America just isn’t the country it used to be when I was a little girl. I grew up in a world full of horses and buggies, and my father and mother didn’t believe in any outlandish spending. The best present I ever received for my birthday was a bar of soap. I am disgusted by the advertising telling me that I need to have a so-called Vacuum Cleaner, what in the world is that? In my day we lived with the necessities, and got milk from our dairy cows, we had no need for a refrigerator. They say I can afford an automobile with an Installment Plan, but what use is it? I am the last remaining of my friends, and I’ve got nowhere to travel. Anyhow, I am now living alone in an apartment located in the bustling streets of downtown Chicago. I asked my son why he had to put me in a part of town with so many flappers, but that’s beside the point. One day he brought me a talking box, I believe he referred to it as a radio. My son sat with me and we talked as the giant box with knobs and switches I couldn’t begin to understand sat in the corner of the room, before he left he got up and hit a switch on it. I displayed my disaffection with the item, but he assured me it would keep me company. I am concerned that my son feels like he won’t have to visit me as often, because I have a “radio” now. I do not believe that this device will ever catch on with the general public, nor will it be my new friend. To get to my main point, I will leave you with this important question, how do I turn this annoying pest off? I’m just about tired of listening to that nonsense of a show called Amos and Andy.
Sincerely, Gertrude Coughlin
The Scopes Trial John Thomas Scopes, being charged with teaching evolution in school on April 24th, 1925 after accepting the ACLU’s offer of legal assistance, went through an eight day trial starting on the morning of July 12th. Dalton was swarming with two-hundred reporters from all over the world to cover the trial. It was broadcasted over the radio, making it the first broadcast of its kind, thanks to WGN, Chicago. The basis of the law suit was over the Butler Act which made it illegal for anyone "... to teach any theory that denies the story of the Divine Creation of man as taught in the Bible, and to teach instead that man has descended from a lower order of animals". Once reading the press that the ACLU (American Civil Liberty Union) was offering legal assistance to anyone who would be willing to stand trial for having taught evolution in a public school, Scopes took up the offer and was immediately charged the next day. After a preliminary hearing and a Gran Jury hearing on May 25th, Scopes was put in jail until the morning of July 10th. During the eight day trial, the jury was only present in court for a matter of hours. It mainly consisted of legal debates between. The prosecution team called four witnesses: Howard Morgan and Harry Shelton, who were said to be present when Scopes actually had taught evolution in school, along with Walter White, the Rhea County superintendent of schools and Frank Robinson who was the chairman of the Rhea County Board of Education. The defense team had eight witnesses (though only one was able to make it to the stand): Dr Maynard Metcalf. Judge Raulston ruled that none of the eight “expert” witnesses could give their testimony because it was not relevant to the case, so they had to submit their testimony on paper. Since the jury was not present at all times, they were not able to hear important points made by the defense team but were able to hear all the important points given by the prosecution team. The jury missed the only evidence that the defense witness delivered in person or any of the expert testimony which was read aloud. This is about the time when the games started to get a little dirty; Darrow, head of the defense team, knew that Bryan, head of the prosecution team, had very lengthy speech prepared for his closing statement and had the Judge waive their right to make a closing summation. Instead Darrow asked the judge to bring the jury in and instruct them to return a “guilty” verdict. In the end, Scopes was found neither “guilty” nor “not guilty” and did not have to pay the hundred-dollar fine he was charged with. Although the debate between religion and science is just beginning, this is the end of the “monkey trial”. The first Sunday after the trial, William Jennings Bryan, head of the prosecution team, died in his sleep from his long since diagnosed diabetes. Rumor has it that Scopes is now studying for his Ph.D. at the university of Chicago with help from the funds set up by some of the defense team’s expert witnesses. It seems that Scopes will not give up on his methods whether Tennessee likes it or not. Teaching how the human race came to be shouldn’t be illegal; it’s like saying that we shouldn’t teach children how to read in public schools. This controversial topic will go on for what I feel is a long time, just like the never
ending battle of racism. Knowledge is not going to harm anyone. If scopes can’t teach us, than who will?
Red Scare! Tom Turnan The Atty. Gen. A. Mitchell Palmer has declared that any radical “reds” or communist supporters are to be arrested without formal charges today! Many are worried that they will be arrested or deported just for being European. This violates the rights of many Americans and immigrants, but it seems as if habeas corpus has been suspended. These unrestricted arrests on anyone accused of being radical or even just a foreigner are being called “Palmer Raids”. It is suspected that many will go into hiding until the raids blow over. We tried to interview the Atty. Gen. but his secretary said he had no comment on the raids. It seems as if he is running rampant with no rhyme or reason. Some believe this will cause more chaos and more riots, while others think that this will bring more peace and quell the labor protest which we covered in an earlier story. It appears that the protest lead to the unrest in the American public, almost justifying the raids on the “reds”. Several immigrants are said to be being deported on so-called “Soviet Arks”. We at Life magazine do not support this unlawful treatment of the American public just because of rumors and unjustified accusations. But we will try our best to let yours and our voices hear to be heard, in order to bring justice back to the streets and the government.
Labor Unions “Strike” Again! Tom Turnan As more and more labor protests continue, the American public becomes restless. Today, another protest erupted at a factory on 7th avenue. Police quickly came to quell the protest but as they tried to stop it, the protest became a riot over working conditions, hourly wages, and too long of hours. Protests and riots such as this one earlier today have been happening across the country. Some see it as a way to improve the working conditions of the lower class, while most believe it to be a way for a communist takeover! While these are just rumors, we talked with a few of the officers at the scene of the protest. “We believe this to be a clever way for communists to sneak in and change our government, but we won’t let that happen”-Sergeant Stache. Anything is possible with our changing country at this point, but a communist takeover is very unlikely. During the protest however, many were hurt from police beatings and one man died from his injuries during the ride to the hospital. Many of our readers consider the police brutality on this issue a bit much, if only for a labor strike. But many changed their minds when they found out that it turned into a riot. They thought that the only way to stop the rioters was extreme force. We here at Life magazine do not believe in this rough treatment of the labor unions, because honestly they are just trying to make working a little better. All of the rumors and hate surrounding them should not be so heavy. But everyone is entitled to their opinions.
Guilty Before Proven Innocent
Ever since the ships started rolling on to Ellis Island, our great country has changed, and not necessarily for the better. Immigrants may have helped build this country, but they also have helped with destroying it. When our founding fathers wrote the documents that we were founded on, I don’t think they envisioned that American’s would be stabbed in the back. After all of the great people that built this nation up and made it great, some immigrants have come here, and been ungrateful. I’m talking about Nicola Sacco, and Bartolommeo Vanzetti. An innocent man was murdered, and he may still have his life if it weren’t for these anarchists that came into our country. Sacco and Vanzetti are two men that lack feelings or understanding, and believe that they can go around killing people without any repercussions. I believe that we as Americans have developed strong core values, and have taught our children how to behave. The Italians that come here, well most of them anyways, seem to be lacking in values, and have no sense of how to adapt to the peaceful American life. Maybe it is fine to go around killing innocent people in Italy, but in America we have rules, and we abide by them. Sacco and Vanzetti were discovered with guns, and when they were approached by the authorities they had no alibi to use, therefore they were implicated with murder. The people that argue that there was no evidence against these murderers fail to notice that they were subscribers to an Anarchist Newspaper. Everybody knows that Anarchists kill people. The men also were not born in America, if there isn’t already there should be a law that says that people born in America have more rights than those who are not. These men proved to be un-loyal to our great nation, so why should they deserve a fair trial. They were hypocrites anyways, because if they got what they wanted, which was anarchy, then they could run around killing anybody that they wanted without any consequences. I for one am glad to see these murders being put to death, and even if there was evidence suggesting that they didn’t commit the crime, they should probably be arrested for something else.
Edward C. Robinson, Chief Immigration Columnist
August 24, 1927: Sacco and Vanzetti Executed
Yesterday two men were executed via the electric chair for murder. These men have become quite popular over the past years, and their trial was very controversial. Ferdinando Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti were put on trial roughly seven years ago, and found guilty of murder. They tried numerous attempts to appeal their sentencing, because of lack of evidence, but the ruling was never over turned. “Those anarchists’ bastards…deserved no consideration” said Judge Thayer during the trial. But in truth there was just as much support for a fair trial, as there was for the Judge and Jury that presumed the two men guilty. Foreman of the jury, Walter Ripley, was quoted saying, “Damn them, they ought to hang anyway”. It was seen by some people that because the men were Italian immigrants, and known anarchists, that they must have done something wrong that they weren’t noticed for, therefore their innocence shouldn’t make a difference. The trial and execution of Sacco and Vanzetti will forever go down in history as corrupt, but it will always hold more significance because the two men were Italian immigrants. Perhaps they could have been looked at for the crime because of their anarchist ways, but in the end the prosecution lacked crucial evidence against them. However, the lack of evidence didn’t hold significance, because the two men were immigrants.
Taking the Fall
Shoeless Joe walked off the field after the 1919 World Series feeling worse than he usually would after a big loss. He knew that he gave his best effort, no matter what they would say. Most of the fans at the game that day showed up, even though there was word around the whole country that the Series was being fixed. Jackson expressed deep regret for what happened, but he and his teammate Eddie Cicotte held in their emotions until the end of the 1920 season. Joe Jackson and fellow teammate Eddie Cicotte sat in the office of the Chicago Police Precinct #19, they weren’t sure what to say, but knew they had to say something. Although almost everyone suspected the 1919 White Sox of fixing the World Series, they had just now come under investigation. Conviently the investigation started in the midst of a heated Pennant race. The White Sox were trailing Cleveland by just 3 games with 3 games left to play, and if they won out they would have a great chance of making the World Series for the third time in the past four years. The South Side didn’t get a fair shot at the pennant though, as they began to be under investigation by a Grand Jury. Jackson and Cicotte gave their confessions to the authorities, and were the only two out of eight to even come forward. It must have been a sign of leadership by Shoeless Joe, because if anybody was against throwing the Series it was him. Jackson had a batting average of .375 for the entire series, and eight games were played. Even when the Sox lost Jackson averaged .287, which is still considered above average, especially against really good pitching. Besides hitting, Jackson proved he was a top outfielder by throwing out five base runners, and never mishandling a fly ball. It didn’t matter how well Jackson played, he still confessed to receiving 5,000 dollars for the fix. On the other hand, Eddie Cicotte had played poorly, and had not proven to be the best pitcher for the White Sox. Cicotte’s innocence was not disputed. The owner of the White Sox, Charles Comiskey suspended the famous eight players for the remainder of the 1920 season, and the Indians ended up winning the Pennant instead of the White Sox. When the trial started up the prosecution immediately looked to present the confessions of Cicotte and Jackson but they could not be found, and the men recanted them. Because of the lack of key evidence the case was dismissed, but Major League Baseball still had a bone to pick. All eight players suspected of the fix were banned from playing baseball ever again in their lives. We are in an era where men like Arnold Rothstein can alter the integrity of our beloved game. It is truly sad to see that a man like Shoeless Joe Jackson, who never attended a meeting about the fix, could be banned from playing the game he loved. Had Jackson continued to play he could have proven his worth among the nation’s top ballplayers. It is said that Joe declined the 5,000 dollars for the fix, but even if he did take it, there was much more money made by the thousands of gamblers that knew about the fix.Baseball clearly is becoming more about money, as we have seen in this decade.
Headlines: Women’s Rights The Equal Rights Amendment (ERA) was introduced to congress stating that “Men and women shall have equal rights throughout the United States and every place subject to its jurisdiction” in 1923. After gaining the right to vote by the ratification of the nineteenth amendment, Alice Paul wanted to secure “equal justice under law” to all citizens of America. She wrote it in 1921 shortly after the ratification of the nineteenth amendment which granted women the right to vote. The bill has not been passed but Alice Paul will make sure it will. Women’s suffrage has been a lengthy hundred year battle within the country. This movement has seen many leaders but Paul was the one who made their rights a dream come true. She led the National Women’s Party into radical hunger strikes and White House pickets that won dramatic publicity. It is up to Congress to decide what their next move is but they know that the radicals will act. The modern day woman has changed, now able to own part of their husband’s estate and vote in national elections. Equal rights among the citizens of the United States are a logical milestone of their progress. As the hem lines of skirts go up, so will the number of people behind their fight. It is a new era, and ERA is just what is coming next to America.
This JUST In!! Rumor has been circulating for some time now about the loyalty of the leaders of our nation. President Warren G. Harding has been the topic of discussion for quite some time now; citizens question his ability to lead as well as where he stands and just how trustworthy he is. We all remember his presidential campaign after World War I when he promised a return nation to “normalcy,” we wonder just how much of that statement did he live up to. In an interview we had with Harding a while back he states “I have been president for nearly a year now, and I hope that my citizens will vote for me a second time.” With so many rumors in circulation about him upper class leaders are skeptical about his possibility of reelection. For some time now the government has been keeping a close eye on Harding waiting for signs of corruption. There has been no evidence to show that Harding is corrupt until recent. It has just been stated that Chief Secretary Interior Albert Fall has been selling the nations petroleum reserves at the Teapot Dome to private investors whose names have been anonymous to the public. It was later discovered that President Warren G. Harding partook in these illegal activities. The case is recently in the hands of Senator Thomas J. Walsh. This has got to be the greatest scandal in the history of American Politics. There is no doubt that both Fall and Harding will get what they deserve. Fall is currently of trial for the accepting of bribes while in most parts of the world faith in the government has diminished. As a result of this scandal, people have already started to take laws into their own hands. It was discovered on a Friday Morning, mid-day bodies were found hanging off the branches of trees, clearly the effects of a drastic lynching. Men and women, white and black were seen gathering around the bodies, black men and women paid their respects offering up a silent prayer for the deceased while whites looked up proudly admiring the work of those who had lynched. “I was filled with sorrow for the deceased as well as them white folks whose eyes shone cold and hard,” says one of the women there. Racial injustice has been on the up and up since the end of the war but now, because of this scandal, it seems that it has reached an all time high.
With no one currently in office there is not much the government can do, “We will hopefully be able to elect someone who can clean up this mess soon,� states a government official. All we can do now is to hope and pray, pray for families of the deceased, and pray for there to be faith in the hearts of our nation.
One Night with Langston Hughes The night whirled by in a dark blur as I ran on the crooked coble streets hurrying to keep up with him. The street lamps illuminated figures so I was sure not to bump into someone and lose my way. Most people have never really walked, or in this case ran, with Langston Hughes, they’ve written a few stories on what they have seen from afar but not up close, and for some reason, it bothered me. I had a decision to make in the beginning which is why I chose to follow my subject, listen to him, talk to him, walk in his shoes, that is why I chose to run after Langston Hughes. The name Langston Hughes is a name that, to my knowledge, didn’t come up too often. I had previously seen one of his poems but still was not all too familiar with him, which pushed the idea to follow him. Sweat trickled down my back as I pushed myself to go faster to keep up with his pace; wherever he was going he sure was in a hurry. Eventually he slowed down and rounded a corner; we got to an old run-down building with a long worn banner that read The Grove, I assumed it was a club because of the amount of people streaming in and because of the bright lamp lights on opposite sides of the banner, but unlike a club rhythmic voices and whispered music turned down low oozed out of the building. Honestly for me to have judged it by its outer appearance I would have to say that the club was not in its best condition, but once inside I felt a source of apprehensiveness, because I had never stepped inside one of these clubs before, but at the same time freedom and liberation that I hadn’t felt in a while. I knew nothing of James Mercer Langston Hughes; truthfully I have never talked to him, which would explain my involuntary shaking and stuttering sentences. To make this quite clear I never actually ASKED Mr. Hughes if I could follow him because, quite frankly, he would’ve been scared, I simply strived to be his friend and to be by his side watching him, discreetly of course. As I nervously glanced around the “club” Hughes appeared to disappear from plain sight. Suddenly, I heard his name being called and saw as he appeared on the stage. I could tell by the way the whole place suddenly became silent that he had been onstage numerous times. Not a sound could be heard as words began to pour from his mouth, form a stream of phrases that flowed systematically and make a poem that I had never heard before. Now when I say poem I don’t mean the regular kind that talk about generalized things or praise certain people, because this poem held no resemblance to the one flowing flawlessly from his mouth, the poem that poured out of his mouth was one of sorrow and emotion, a poem of thought and ideas, it no longer seemed like a poem to me but a voiced statement, declaration, if you will, and I was moved. James Mercer Langston Hughes, otherwise known as Langston Hughes, was born in Joplin, Missouri on February 1, 1902 to school teacher, Caroline Mercer Langston and James Nathaniel Hughes. Hughes was of mixed race and grew up in multiple Midwestern small towns. From what I found in my research Hughes seemed to come from a family of distinguished people, his grand-uncle was the first African American to be elected to the United States Congress from Virginia while Hughes’ maternal grandmother became one of the first women to attend Oberlin College. After his parents separated Hughes was raised mainly by his maternal grandmother while his mother travelled seeking employment. Sadly Hughes’ maternal grandmother passed away and Hughes went back to living with his mother,
although Hughes’ parents were divorced Hughes’ still kept in contact with his father and lived with him a short while while in high school, however, their relationship was still very poor. Hughes, from what I saw, was greatly influenced by his maternal grandmother who instilled in him a long lasting sense of racial pride. Hughes was subjected to racial prejudice at an early age where he was named class poet because the teacher assumed that he had rhythm because he was African American. The assumption changed Hughes life as he discovered his love of books and poetry and went on to produce a play called “When Sue wears Red.” The newfound discoveries created the very man I saw on stage. In a way, I admit, I was skeptical to Hughes being who others described him to be, I mean who was this man who talked about himself, not in the conceited way that people may think when I say that but in the worldly way in which he used himself to represent others? Who was this man that made so many people go silent with anticipation whenever he spoke? Who was this man who caused me to have so many questions? I was honestly put in a serene trace the whole time he stood there reciting his poem, I was unaware exactly when he stopped all I remember was hearing applause and seeing him make his way down the stage. Hurriedly I went to meet him but was met with a flood of people rushing to shake his hand and congratulate him. Persistently I made my way to where his back faced me and lightly taped his broad shoulders. It took him a while to turn around but when he did I felt overwhelmed, his dark eyes bore into me and I stared. Catching myself I regained my composure and offered my hand congratulating him on an exceptionally outstanding poem and he just looked at my hand for a second as if deciding on whether to shake it or not, in the end he firmly grasped my hand and shook it, I could feel the rough calluses of his palms. I will never forget how, after we let go, he stared at me intently as if sizing me up and asked me for the time. I chuckled to myself and simply replied “It’s a quarter to 10,” he thanked me and walked out. I hurriedly went to catch up with him as the cool night air replaced musty smoke induced air and chatter. We walked, or he walked and I merely followed, for a long while until the club, the people, and the lights were but a faint dimmer, then and only then did he turn around, face me, and say “How long are you gonna stay behind me like that,” surprised I struggled to find words to try to explain who I was and what I was doing, but no words came. Embarrassed I simply stood there, and then when I thought things were ruined, Langston Hughes laughed and stated “Why don’t you just walk with me then,” turned around, and continued walking, with me at his side. We walked for a while longer, with anticipation growing in me I asked “Where are we going?” Hughes turned and replied “Nowhere,” I thought he was kidding so, I laughed, but the look on his face was so serious that I stopped mid-laugh and focused on walking. The night got cooler with each step we took until finally we cut across a wide street into woods where we trudged for, what seemed like a few minutes, and got to a clearing where the dirt ground broke off the its edges were lined with rocks as if separating the sky from the ground, it seemed as if we were at the edge of the world. I was so fixated on the scene which lay before me that I didn’t see Hughes until he was standing on a huge rock that jutted out the side of the ground as if merely hanging there, he was in a trance, I could tell that from the way he gently swayed back and forth and closed his eyes, not wanting to disturb him I walked to the place where he was standing and looked down into darkness. “What are you thinking about?” Hughes said suddenly, caught off guard I replied “How I don’t want to fall off this here rock” and he laughed a laugh that came from the depths of his
belly and erupted, when he was done he went back to staring at the sky. “What are you thinking about?” I tentatively asked, he lowered his head and replied “Bout this sky, how its long-lasting and this may not be,” “What do you mean?” I inquired, “Times are changing, people are changing, ways are most likely not gonna stay the same, we can’t be in this moment forever ya know. We gotta move on, become different, its life, whether the change is for good or bad I ain’t got the slightest clue, but times aren’t gonna stay.” He stated “I hope, I hope and pray” he added sadly. With that statement we went back into silence until I asked “Why did you bring me here?” I’m not sure he heard my question because when he answered it was nothing relating to the question I asked, he stated “I’ve seen you around ya know? You’re that new reporter. I’ve seen you running around, tryna do your job, asking questions and jotting down. I’ve seen you walk past that there club we went to today. Seen you question people but not really HEAR them, I’ve seen you with your eyes open, but not truly see. I’ve seen you.” With that he nodded to himself, turned back to me and replied “Do you know what happens when the world goes silent?” dumbfounded I shook my head no and he whispered “You hear.” By this time I believed that Hughes was not exactly in a clear thinking state, not wanting to be rude, however, I politely asked “Hear what?” “You hear things that you couldn’t when there was noise, you hear secrets, hear people, hear your heartbeat, hear the long lost ancestors, hear the wind, the trees, everything.” He replied “I brought you here just to hear with your heart, not just your ears. Listen.” And with that we listened, and I began to hear, not with my ears, with my heart, it came in soft whispers, the secrets, the words, but when it did come I simply closed my eyes and allowed more to come. I don’t know how long we stood there but when both our eyes opened we had no words, we just stood. After a while Hughes led me back, back to reality, to people, to noise and helped me find the road for which I will go home. Before we parted ways he reminded me that the silence, however gone, was still in my heart and all I had to do was listen to it. Langston Hughes is an extraordinary man; I learnt more from him in one day than I had learnt from anyone in 15 years. He changed me with one night and for that I am eternally grateful. He had the uncanny way of influencing you to better shape you into a better version of yourself. “When people care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.” To me in a way unnoticed by me at the time Langston Hughes cared for me, even though he didn’t know me well and had never talked to me before that day, he cared. He is probably one of the greatest men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. He spoke and saw with his heart and taught me to do the same thing. Langston Hughes straightened my soul in one night and changed my mind in one hour.
Letters to the editor: 1: I read the articles that Time has been publishing on Louis Armstrong, and I must say bravo. He truly is the “king of jazz”. He is an extraordinary singer, trumpeter, and cornet player. There has not been one of his compositions that I have not absolutely adored. Jazz is his skill. He’s the bee’s knees! I hope to continue seeing more articles on him in your story! His “scat” signing is also very impressive. It is unlike anything I have ever heard before. People say that he uses his horn like a singer’s voice and that he uses his voice as like a musical instrument. One thing I do know, though, is that he will be around for a very long time. What surprises me even more about Armstrong is that he is from one of the poorest sections of New Orleans. Another thing I’ve heard is that his mentor was Joe “King” Oliver. Now that is neat. Oliver has worked with other great musicians like Jelly Roll Morton and Sidney Bechet. Either way, they have made wonderful music out of blues and ragtime. It was smart of Armstrong to leave New Orleans and join Oliver in Chicago with Oliver’s Creole Jazz Band. Word on the street though is that they’re moving to New York! Isn’t that wonderful? Your magazine has been publishing wonderful articles on all the new Jazz faces. It is also great to be able to tune in on your radio and listen to them while I clean up around the house! The next thing they need to do is put radios in automobiles! That would be just grand! I look forward to reading more and more articles in Time magazine on the new Jazz crazes. 2: For the women who do not believe all the cigarette ads, they really do help keep the weight off! Now every time I crave a Baby Ruth bar, Mary Jane’s, or Oh Henry bars I just pop a ciggy in my kisser. They are the cat’s meow! I want to recommend them to everyone. Cigarettes are more hotsy-totsy than all the sweets combined! I feel like I cannot have enough of them! It is almost like I am addicted to cigarettes, that is how good they really are. And it is much better for you than Oh Henry bars or anything of that sort. I recommend them to all the gals out there! Ironically it was in this magazine that I first read about them. If you, Mr. Editor, hadn’t put that ad in Time then I would have never discovered this deliciousness. Thank you! 3: We all understand that the prohibition was meant to stop the drunks of our country but it seems to have only created a bigger problem. The crime rates in my town have sky rocketed! It seems like everyone is doing everything they can to get their hands on some moonshine! The government’s amendment is completely pointless. Everyone is still drinking. You can get it just like you could before! For so long we protested getting rid of liquor in the states, and when we finally do everything takes a turn for the worst. I understand that the amendment was meant to stop the manufacture, sell, and transportation of liquor but it seems to have made it into a job. Your magazine needs to start publishing ads that support the repeal of this law instead of advertising about unwanted underarm hair.