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THE ATLANTIAN.
17
IT’S MUSE WEAR
FOR THIS WINTER
Thanksgiving Day enters in the Winter
season. It’s a time to get serious about, the
New Winter Suit and the Real Winter Overcoat.
Thinking seriously, of course you think
of MUSE, for the serious thinking man sees
the advantage in buying the best.
You will see it in every
i MUSE SUIT AND OVERCOAT
Determine to buy your this Winter’s wear
at MUSE’S. You’ll not change your mind
another season.
BEST STYLE—BEST QUALITY
BEST FIT-BEST SERVICE
!i Geo. Muse Clothing Co.
KATHERINE’S KINDLY IN
TEREST.
Katherine is a two-and-a-half-year-old.
Her father came home, one afternoon,
after working three days and three nights
at high pressure, with almost no sleep.
He lay down with the feeling that he did
Thankfulness is one of the most fra
grant of the graces. It is an emotion
which must not only be experienced, but
also gladly and fully expressed. The ex
pression of it deepens the capacity for
feeling it, and sweetens not only the life
of him who gives utterance to it, but
not want to wake up for a week. Half a,ao tlle wi,)c 1'fe of mankind. The
an hour later, from the depths of his 8ense ° f gratitude is one of the greatest
dreams, he heard a small, clear voice: | traditions of the American Republic, and
“Father!” j to keep it alive and hand it on to our
The sleeper stirred and turned his head descendants is one of the high privileges
on the pillow.
‘ ‘ Father 1 father! ’ ’
•> He stirred again, and moaned.
' “FatherI father!”
He struggled and resisted and floun
dered, and finally raised his eyelids like
a man lifting heavy weights. He saw
Katherine smiling divinely beside his
couch.
“Father! father!”
“What is it, daughter!”
‘ ‘ Father, are you having a nice nap ? ’ ’
—Youth’s Companion.
of every loyal American.
ASCENT AND DESCENT.
McCarty was carrying mortar on a
ten-story building. He reached the top
story with a hod and when he turned to
come down, he discovered some one had
removed the ladder. McCarty yelled
down to the boss:
* ‘ Say, boss, they’ve took away the
ladder; how am Oi to come down?”
“The same way you went up,” yelled
the boss.
“Oi can’t do that,” shouted McCarty.
“Why can’t you?”
“Because Oi came up head foirst,” ho
yelled back.
J. T. NEAL,
Who Will Be Elected Delegate
to the Next B. of p T. Conven
tion From Lodge.
Interpreting the Spirit of the Times is the
Chief Concern of Man—Every Man
By W. W. Orr.
One has only to put his ear to the
ground to hear the rising tide of human
helpfulness.
It is manifest on every hand.
The brotherhood of man was never
as universally apparent as today.
The transforming thought of the man
who some two thousand years ago, gave
W. W. ORR.
his life for the preservation of a prin
ciple he regarded more sacred than life,
is rapidly reaching the conscience of the
world.
The remarkable feature of this spirit,
is that it has not only to do with insti
tutions that are considered sacred, but
is splendidly illustrated in commercial
and industrial enterprises—indeed is ef
fecting men in every department of ac
tivity.
A visit to some of the great stores of
the country would surprise the interest,
arouse the admiration, and compel the
endorsement of those unfamiliar with the
inner circles.
Far sighted merchants working for en
during success, realize the high value of
the services of men and women of strong
moral fibre, wholesome enthusiasm and
sober thoughtfulness.
Inside some stores, schools are con
ducted for the education of boys and
girls along ethical and business lines;
and every convenience and comfort is
provided for employees.
The making of men and women is es
sential to the making of large success;
and this is a good rule that works three
ways—benefit of employer, employee and
the public that is served.
Kffijiency is the cry and need of the
day—and serious minded men and wo
men realize that the highest order of
efficiency is human efficiency.
One writer has observed that the great
est waste in the world, is the waste of
human energy.
To harness it and turn it into profita
ble lines, is at once the most serious and
important duty of man.
Much of this is being accomplished
and will continue to be accomplished by
the business interests of the country.
That institution that offers to men the
opportunity to work under favorable and
inspiring conditions, is performing a pub
lic service, and conferring upon the in
dividual one of the greatest blessings of
life.
The part of the individual is to so at
tune himself to the Spirit of the Times,
as when the wheel of progress rolls around
his way he will naturally fit into the
nitch prepared for him.
NATURE FAKING.
‘ ‘ You know, madam, ’ ’ said the seeds
man, “you don’t have to plant your po
tatoes whole; you can cut them up in
small pieces. ’ ’
“Yes, I know,” replied Mrs. Newwife,
“that might do very well if we always
wanted to raise potatoes for Lyonnaise
.ir for mashing; but we should probably
desire to have potatoes served whole,
now and then. ’ ’
A SOFT SNAP.
Paddy, just over from Ireland, met a'
friend who had been over several months.
* ‘ Hello, Micky, ’ ’ he cried, “ an ’ lion
do ye git along over here?”
“All, Paddy,” replied the friend,
“it’s a blissed country. I git a dollar
and siventy-five cints a day fur carr’in
bricks up a ladder, an ’, be jabers, Paddy,
there’s a poor divil up at the top doin’
all the work for me! ’’
Life, if properly viewed in nny as
pect, is great; but mainly great when
dewed in its relation to the world to
.ome.—Alb"**? Du—-
FOUND ON THE RAIL.
A darkoy named Dick was known as
a notorious thief, so much so, in fact,
that all the thefts in the neighborhood
were charged to him.
Finally, one man had all his turkeys
stolen and he had Dick arrested.
“You stole Mr. King’s turkeys?”
asked the judge.
“No, I didn’t sir,” said Dick.
“Well, how was it they were found
at your home, then?” continued the
judge.
1 ‘ Well, ’ ’ said Dick, slowly, ‘ ‘ I ’ll tell
you, sir; I didn’t steal dem turkeys, but
last night I went ’cross Mr. King’s pas
ture, and saw one of my rails on de
fence, so I jes brought it home, and,
confound it, when I come to look, dar
was nine turkeys settin’ on de rail.”
DOUBTFUL CONSOLATION.
“Mary,” complained the husband,
“why do you suppose it is that people
all say I have such a large head?”
“1 don’t know, I’m sure, John,” said
his wife consolingly; “but never mind,
there’s nothing in it.”