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VOL UJI L TWO
WUJfVEIt 1 H IRTY-SEVEN.
WHAT WE THINK OF WHAT WE SEE
This is the season when the jokesmith packs the
boat-rocking joke away in moth balls and gets
down his notes about the hunter blowing in his gun
barrel to see if it is loaded.
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There arc many complications in the affairs of
life in Utah, particularly among the Mormon part of
the population, to which we are strangers. This is
illustrated by an incident described in Harper’s
Weekly. A lady in deep mourning entered the edi
torial sanctum of a Salt Lake newspaper. The edi
tor asked: “What can Ido for you, madam?” The
lady replied sorrowfully: “I am the latest wife of
Elder Jones, who died this morning, and I’d like
to have you say .in the obituary notice that I am
his most intimate relative.”
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Dr. Len G. Broughton says that the Mavor of At
lanta has been betting on the races and that a
mayor should not do this. The Mayor retorts that
he wouldn’t preach just like Dr. Broughton if he
was in that business; further, that he did het just
a few dollars on the races; not much; and lastly,
that it is wrong to discourage the Atlanta Fair
Company’s enterprise by talking about such things
as betting anyway. Which is a good sample of the
way newspaper controversies begin, continue and
end in the good city of Atlanta;
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Mr. Robert Hill, of Chicago, 111., is entitled to the
first prize in the Helpful Husband class. His wife
is president of the Cook County W. C. T. U., and is
forced by the onerous duties .of her distinguished
office to be absent from heme very frequentlv. When
she is away, Robert bravely shoulders the responsi
bilities of the household and wrestles with the
roast, peels the spuds and snows his devotion, to
the noble cause of temperance by proving that he
also serves who remains at home and cooks. 01
course the neighborhood people nave long been cog- •
niz.mt of Mr. Hill’s nobility of character and his
versatility in the home, and he was commonly re
ferred to by Mrs. Hill’s friends as “the learest
man!” but only recently has his fame been spread
abroad throughout this naticn. A Miss Kennedy in
a speech introducing Mrs. Hill to a large audience
took occasion to refer to the inspiration to g~eat
achievement which Mrs. Hill had in her home. This
is how Robert got nis:
“It is largely to the credit cf Mr. Hill that our
president has been able tc carry on her great work.
I often have wondered how she was ahle to do so
much and such a great work, and I confess I didn’t
see how she found time for housework. But «mw
I understand. It was through Mr. Hill’s ability
and willingness to help out. I have often be p n en
gaged in an afternoon’s temperance work with Mrs.
Hill when we were out late and dinner time not far
ATLANTA, GA., NOVEMBER \ 1907.
Uy A. E. RAMS A UR. Managing Editor.
off. Sometimes it was sg late that it was impossi
ble for me to go home for the night, and then 1
have gone to her home There we have found Mr.
Hill in the kitchen with the dinner in preparation.
The potatoes were boiling on the stove and the corn
was all nicely husked and also boiling. The dinner
was soon in readiness, and it was a good one, too.
So you see, ladies, we must give Mr. Hill some of
the credit for the great, work Mrs. Hill has been
able to do and is doing in the cause of temper
ance.”
So we have here laid bare before us the real
power behind the remarkable achievements of Mrs.
President Hill. Hgw this example should serve to
inspire husbands throughout all this country! Sup
pose Robert had tried to get a position in a bank
or was employed in a newspaper office; who would
ever have heard of him? No doubt he would have
been known to a small circle of ordinarv people as
plain Bob Hill —and his name would never have
gone ringing down to posterity as cne who cooked
ana scrubbed for the cause of temperance. Would
that there were more like Mr. Hill! He would cer
tainly be welcomed in this city if he would come
here and accept a position as cook. He need bring
no references. Miss Kennedy’s testimonial to his
merit is enough for us.
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We enjoyed during our fresh and innocent child
hood the stories that were given us to read; telling
of how the Good Little Boy flourished and was
happy, while the Bad Little Roy always got it in
the neck good and plenty. We read so many in
stances of that sort of t-hing that we believed it
happened that way in real life, and so began to
struggle to attain to the Perfect Life. But we found
that the answer wasn’t always the same. It
wouldn’t figure out right in every instance. It was
alas, too often the case that the good hoy’s bread
fell upon its buttered side while the wicked boy man
aged to hold securely on to his. So it is refreshing
to read in an English contemporary the following
sweet little story. It is not labeled as a child story;
it is told in the utmost gravity and good faith.
The subject is: “The Givers Rewarded,” and here
it is:
“A blind man was playing an organ by the sea
side. Three little girls passed, and one puts in a
penny. Thus they got into conversation and found
the man had lost his sight through a shooting acci
dent, several shots entering his eye. This so ex
cited their pity that they gave the poor fellow all
they had. A gentleman saw them and was so
pleased that he gave the girls all that they had
given. ‘Give, and it shall be given unto you’ (Luke
6: 35).”
And in the sam° department we find the follow
ing. on the subject; “Her Prayer Answered”:
“The promise b ‘Open thy mouth wide, and I
will fill it’ (Psalm 11:10). One of the latest deeds
of Mr. Pierpont Morgan, the millionaire, is report
ed from Grand Rapids, in Michigan. A member of
the Woman’s League of the Congregational Church,
who had succeeded in raising 99 cents of a dollar
which she had to contribute to a church meeting,
sent a request by letter to Mr. Morgan, asking for
his assistance in raising the remaining cent. Mr.
Morgan, who probably imagined that this request
meant a great deal more than it said, replied with
unwonted courtesy, enclosing in his letter the one
cent piece required. The recipient must have re
gretted the money spent in postage. Do not ask
the Lord to help your plans; let Him give accord
ing to His own liberal heart.”
We relish the naive beginning wherein the inci
dent is characterized as “one of the latest deeds
of Mr. Pierpont Morgan, the millionaire,” and we
delight to learn of his generosity in responding
promptly to the request of the lady, but we are
at considerable loss to understand just the appro
priateness of the concluding injunction: “Do not
ask the Lord to help your plans; let Him give ac
cording to His own liberal heart.” The author of
this cute little story evidently got Mr. Morgan con
fused with some one else and is placing him in some
very unwonted company. But doesn’t it read just
too nice and comfy?
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We have' long h°ld The Saturday Rexiew in great
respect as an authority on matters literary and we
find our confidence strengthened with each issue of
that valuable publication. We have been trying
during the early Autumn to decide just why some
books we have seen were ever written. We could
not bring ourselves to endorse the formation of a
Society for the Execution of Probable Authors, as
we felt that authorship was a germ-provoked dis
ease in certain instances. And we are in part sus
tained by the following from the authority just re
ferred tc:
“There is reality no use in killing an author to
prevent the country producing others, because the
man with a book in him is like a bird that must
lay an egg. We might start a new organization
to discover people likely to write books and strangle
them before they find a publisher, but even that
would fail, because it is not possible to tell who can
write a successful book until it is written. The lit
erary faculty arises in the most unexpected ways,
and even dogma cannot anticipate its uncertain
ties.”
The bird and the egg comparison appeals to ns
particularly. How Ion? will it be until it will be
understood to be the proper thing for an author to
cackle upon the completion of a new book? And
next, logically, will be pictures of certain authors
and authoresses “cackling after writing” “The
Maid of the Moment,” or some similar book of the
“six best sellers” class.
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