LAST WINTER I spent a morning in a legislative committee room. A hearing was in progress on a bill to prohibit the sale of pistols . The man who spoke in behalf of the measure had once owned a pistol . He kept it in a trunk. One day the trunk was broken open and the pistol stolen. This incident had convinced him of the uselessness of owning a pistol unless one purposed to commit murder with it. A moment later, although probably not as a corollary of that thought, he advanced the idea that the possession of a pistol almost invariably did create murderous impulses in the heart of the possessor.
Nothing you haven’t read before, right? Same old tired drivel. But how tired? Try October, 1910.
Yes. It never stops.