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IN VACATION TIME |
YOU WANT A SAFE PLACE FOR THE CARE OF
YOUR VALUABLES.
Mo prudsnt mm start* on his vac it ion without making proper
provision for the protection of portable properly.
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15 E. ALABAMA ST.
have thoroughly equipped fire and burgular proof deposit
boxes,for valuables, ranging from three dollars per annrm up,
and suitable for valuables of every character. These vaults
are in the heart of the business centre, convenient of access,
extremely reasonable in cost,of the most modern construction,
with every possible precaution taken, and those making use
of them can go upon their vacations with mirds at ease in
respect to their property.
One’s vacation is often spoiled by the recol
lection of some bit of neglect.
DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU
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WAYS AND MEANS.
KINSHIP.
“Mamma, is Aunt Jane a blood rela
tion! ”
“Yes, dear.”
“Is she one of the bloodiest we have!”
—Life.
AFTER THE BATTLE.
After the battle of Chancellorsville
among the mortally wounded left on the
field was a young Confederate soldier.
One of his countrymen, realizing that
the breath was fast leaving his body,
leaned against the side of a great tree
which screened him from observation and
waited for the end to come.
Presently a boy in blue came up, and
observing that the dying soldier was
wearing a fine pair of leather boots
stooped and began quickly to unlace
them.
The Confederate realizing what he was
up to stepped from his hiding place and
accosted him.
‘ ‘ Hey, ,you! What are you doing
there you rascal! That man’s still liv
ing. Take your hands off him this in
stant 1 ”
The Union soldier rather sheepishly
abandoned his undertaking and turned
to depart.
“A precious lot you’ve got to do with
it, anyhow 1 ’ ’ he grumbled as he shoul
dered his gun.
“I’ve got this much to do with it, my
friend. I’ve been waiting around here
in the rain a couple of hours for that
fellow to die to get those boots myself
—and I don’t mean to be cheated out of
them.' ’
‘ ‘ Love finds a way! ’ ’ the poet sighed,
But bless your soul, the way
Is easy lost unless love finds
Three good square meals a day.
—Memphis Commercial Apeal.
But if the chap who finds the way
Is worth a hill of beans
He’ll not get lost; he’ll hustle round
And somehow find the means.
“LET THE DEAD PAST,”
ETC.
Father—‘* Mildred, if you disobey
again I will surely spank you.”
On father’s return home that even
ing, Mildred once more acknowledged
that she had again disobeyed.
Father (firmly)—“You are going to
be spanked. You may choose your own
time. When shall it be!”
Mildred (five years old thoughtfully)
—“Yesterday.”—Woman’s Home Com
panion.
THE BLACK SHEEP OF THE
TARIFF.
A prominent mill owner recently as
serted that a fifty per cent, cut in the
wool duty would be acceptable to the
weavers and leave them with a very sat
isfactory margin of profit.
The advocates of high protection have
quite a job on their hands in explaining
the extension of special privileges which
permitted a group of manufacturers to
earn one hundred per 'cent, in excess of
their self-estimated dues.
WHAT ABOUT THE BAIT?
: An old man was talking to a bachelor
and asked him why he did not marry.
He parried the question by telling about
different young women he had known,
finding some fault with each one. But
it appeared that all of them had mar
ried.
“You are in danger of getting left,”
Said the old man to him. ‘ ‘ You had bet
ter liurrjr'Jup before it is too late.”
• ‘‘Oly’’ said the bachelor, “there are
just a&j'thany,good fish left in the sea.”
“I, know that,” replied the old man,
“buf the bait—isn’t there danger of the
bait/becoming stale!”
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THE JUDAS OF THE
j JUDICIARY.
.
’('here are some truths that we wish
were lies and of these the most cruel
is ihe existence of dishonor in the Ju
diciary.
The faith of nations rests in the integ
rity! of the courts. Next to faith in
God ^must be man’s trust in the arbi
ters iff justice.
To \be chosen from among one’s fel
lows for such signal gifts of character
as are ''demanded in a judge is to re
ceive thb community’s highest expres
sion of endorsement.
When the blind Goddess is replaced
by a money-blinded Bench, the very
foundations of society are threatened.
Because we believe in the law, we
co-operate in common causes, entrust our
liberty to contracts, place our savings
with strangers, walk the streets without
fear of thieves and bravos, live blessed
with the knowledge that we plan ahead
for our children, and die happy in the
belief that the welfare of our dependents
is guaranteed.
• When people lose faith in the courts,
it will be a calamity only second to the
hour when they lose trust in the Al
mighty.
It is an unspeakable thing when even
a little judge in a little court betrays
his office, but if it is true that a Federal
judge, sitting in the second highest court
in the land, has taken the “Thirty
Pieces,” is his crime less than high
troason?
When an officer of the army sells for
tification plans to an enemy, even if we
thereby lose a point of defense, the harm
is trivial. We can replace that which
has been betrayed, but when a dignitary
of the law delivers a stronghold of so
ciety to the enemy, then we lose irre
parably.
We do not know that Judge Archbald
of the Commerce Court committed the
offenses with which he is charged. We
hope not; but if he is guilty, there is
on excuse that he can offer—no extenu
ating plea that he can make—no argu
ment Which mercy can advance.
He above all men knew the law and
knew the peril that lay in its pollution.
Year after year he sat on the seat of
judgment and condemned his fellows to
beggary, to disgrace, to prison and to
death.
Because of their confidence in his
honor, men were content to be punished
and to accept the compensations which
he decreed, confident that through him
justice spake.
What do they think today! What are
the feelings of their friends, their fami
lies! Behind him he has left a trail of
doubt. Tonight memory is tearing open
thousands of old scars, and anarchy is
poisoning the wounds.
When the people are wrong it is as
the misconduct of ignorant children—the
penalties fixed for their misdemeanors
are not heavy enough for criminal judges.
We can not make their disgrace too
terrible, or their chastisement too severe.
If responsibility can not inspire the
highest standards of integrity, then fear
must wield her club.
INFORMATION BUREAU.
Stranger—“Can you tell me where I
will find your Bureau of Vital Statis
tics!”
Farmer Brown—“I kin give yon the
village dressmaker’s address. She knows
the age of every woman in town.”—
Life.
SELF-EXPOSED.
“A multi-millionaire in a fashionable
restaurant,” she said, “pointed to a
line on the menu and said to the waiter:
“ ‘I’ll have some of that, please.’
“‘I am sorry, sir,’ the waiter an
swered, ‘but the band is playing that.’ ”
—Kansas City Star.
POOR LITTLE WILLIE.
Teacher, to a roomful of pupils: “And
just think I one of you may be president
some day. All of you who would like
to be president, please rise.”
A11 rose except little Willie.
“Well, Willie, what’s the matter!
Wouldn’t you like to be president!”
“Y-yes’m,” stammered Willie, “b-but
I ca-ca-can’t. ”
“Why not!” asked teacher, aston
ished.
“Because—because I’m a D-d-demo
crat,” said Willie, bursting into tears.
MORALITY AND THE SHOP
GIRL.
As a body, self-supporting women are
wholesome and descent. In every walk
of life, a certain proportion of humans
are weak and wayward. Sin finds will
ing listeners throughout the entire social
range, and while shops and factories and
offices contribute their pro rata share
of wantons, when one considers the pri
vations, the hungers, the denials which
they suffer—the hardships they endure—
the drab, monotonous lives they live—it
is a splendid tribute to the integrity of
the sex that so few working girls go
wrong.
The well-intentioned persons who con
tinually bable about the pitfalls that lie
in their paths, overlook the very impor
tant fact that idleness is the root of
most trouble, and that busy people find
least time for temptation.
Women who drag their aching bodies
out of bed in the chill grap drawn, keep
busy until dusk, and reach home after
ten hours of constant activity, are so
fagged that the Gay White Way can
offer few attractions equal to the Cool
White Sheet.