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SEVEN SENTENCE SERMONS.
Nothing makes a man strong like a call
upon him for help.—MacDonald.
Remember, gentlemen, that when you
meet with a difficulty, you are on the
eve of a discovery.—Lord Kelvin.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleas
ant places;
Yes, I have a goodly heritage.—Psalms
16:6.
Let the mind of the master be the mas
ter of your mind.—Anon.
One learns just about as much being
happy as being miserable, only one learns
it quicker.—Janet Lee.
The choicest pearls are often found in
the ugliest shells, and the richest bless
ings are wrapped up in the very circum
stances of lifo in which God has placed
you.—J. Stuart Holden.
If I would talk with God, my hnsty
tongue
Must hold itself for that high converse
pure,
As one who 1ms appointment with the
king
Scorns gossip with a minion at the gate.
—Amos R. Wells.
PAPA’S PRECAUTION.
In the gloaming, O my daughter,
Turn the gas light down by half,
And as soon as he starts talking
I ’ll turn on the dictagraph.
—Milwaukee Sentinel.
ACCUSED.
Senator Poindexter was talking about
a particularly flagrant piece of corrup
tion.
“It makes me think of Wash White,’’
he said.
1 ‘ Wash White, you know, went to a
lawyer and said:
‘ ‘ ‘ Look here, boss; I’ve got myself in
trouble an'd I want you to defend me. ’ ’
“ ‘All right,’ said the lawyer. ‘Have
you got any money?’
“ ‘No, I ain’t got no money,’ answer
ed Wash White, ‘ but I’ve got an import
ed Callot gown, a pair of hand-painted
silk stockings, a choice set of French
lingerie and a gold vanity box.
“ ‘That’ll do, I guess,’ said the law
yer. ‘And now what’s your trouble?
What are you accused of?’
“ ‘Robbin’ an Atlantic City bath
house, ’ said Wash White. ’ ’
THEY WERE NOT.
From the Buffalo Express.
“Are these genuine goldfish?” asked
the customer.
“Yes, ma’am, 14 karat,” thoughtless
ly replied the clerk, who had recently
resigned his position in a jeweler’s shop.
AS THEY DRESS NOW.
We observe that the fifteen-year-old
miss is endeavoring to stanch her tears.
“What is the matter, little girl?” we
ask.
“I think grandmamma is too mean for
anything,” she sobs. “My new frock
came homo this morning, and she said it
was too daring for me to wear, and put
it on herself to wear to the mati
QUITE MISUNDERSTOOD.
A woman went to the Orient and, com
ing back, was caught trying to smuggle
in a lot of choice silks. She had to pay
duty and a fine. Then there was talk of
a criminal action to follow. Her son-in-
law called on the customs officials.
“Is it possible,” he asked, in a severe
tone, “after my mother-in-law has paid
the duty on the stuff and her fine, that
you contemplate criminal action?”
“We are considering it,” the customs
official replied gravely.
THERE ARE SOME LEFT.
“Pa, what’s a haberdasher?”
“A man who keeps a shop that is pat
ronized by men whose clothes are not
bought by their wives. ’ ’—Chicago Re
cord-Herald.
HIS ACCOMPLISHMENT.
“Our new bookkeeper seems to have
a wonderful grasp of detail.”
“That’s right,” declared the junior
partner. ‘ ‘ He knows the records of most
of the ball players. ’ ’—Louisville Cou
rier—Journal.
LIGHT BUSINESS.
’12—What are you doing now?
’ll—Working in a match factory.
M2—How’s business?
’ll—Light.—Harvard Lampoon.
SHOWING PROGRESS.
Minister—Young man, do you know
horn to dance?
Young Man—Well, parson, I know the
holds, but I don’t know the steps.
THE WORKER.
By Berton Braley, in The Coming Nation.
I have broken my hands .on your granite,
I have broken my strength on your
steel,
I have sweated through years for your
pleasure,
I have worked like a slave for your
weal.
And what is the wage you have paid
me?
You masters and drivers of men—
Enough so I come in my hunger
To beg for more labor again!
I have given my manhood to serve you,
I have given my gladness and
youth;
You have used me, and spent me, and
crushed me,
And thrown me aside without ruth;
You have shut my eyes off from the sun
light,
My lungs from the untainted air,
You have housed me in horrible places,
Surrounded by squalor and care.
I have built you the world in its
beauty,
I Rave brought you the glory and spoil,
You have blighted my sons and my
daughters,
You have scourged me again to my
toil.
Yet I suffer it all in my patience,
For somehow I dimly have known
That some day the Worker will conquer
In a world that was meant for his own.
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