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BIBLE THOUGHT.
I had rather be • door keeper in the
house of my God than to dwell in the
tents of wickedness.—Psalyns 84:10.
Had 1 but served my God with half the
seal I served my ping he would not in mins
old age have left, me naked to mine enemies.
—Shakespeare.
WARSHIPS NOT OBSOLETE,
EVEN NOW.
The ioaa of 17 out of 23 seaplanes in a
storm at Baltimore ! recently helps illustrate the
futility of those enthusiasts who dream that the
airplane has made "obsolete the rest of the
modem navy."
Because an airplane can destroy a battle
ship, they say, why have battleships? Well,
one of the reasons is precisely this accident.
That storm did not wreck any ships, even
the smallest. Ships sail such storms all the
time. An attacking eet might easily pick a
much worse day. If it did, airplanes would
be helpless even to try to repel it.
Another illustration: On Navy Day a nava
plane flew from San Francisco to Fresno,
200' miles ir.w.-ud. It was not a bad day
There was r.o storm, but S«n Francisco \va«
foggy and ih-ro was r!n autumnal hare In
the interior.
The plane had no elusive fleet to search out.
But only the widespread city of Fresno, lyin;;
in a known location. The plane got lost in
the fog. and was several extra hours finding
Fresno, which was invisible in the Indian
summer hare until within throe miles. There
are hot enough aircraft in the world infallibly
to have spotted an enemy fleet on such a day.
Aircraft are the newest, and in many re
tpects the most important arm of the army and
navy. They should receive more attention
than red-tape conservatism has hitherto given
them. But the worst enemy of the develop
ment of the air service is he who pretends th.G
it has made all other services obsolete.
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THE DAWNING.
Events have been moving rapidly dur
ing the past ten years.
A tremendous war has been’ fought. Na
tionai boundaries have changed. Man has
crossed the ocean by air, has sent his voice
around the world, has sent his tireles. in
quisitive mind into all the riddles of the uni
verse in search of knowledge that will enable
him to live more happily and more fully.
There are even signs that the great war it
self has borne some sort of fruit after all that
is not wholly bitter—that it has brought us to
the realization and determination that such a
calamity must not happen again,
And science has gone onward, drawin ■ r* >
steadily nearer to elimination of disease and
toil, to the unlocking of the doors that keep
four-fifths of mankind imprisoned in the
realms of soul-deadening labor and poverty.
Humanity stands; at the . dawning. An
epoch in human affairs so different from every
thing that has gone before that it staggers the
imagination seems about to open before us
• How will we meet it?
Will we be ready for it—for universal
peace, for freedom from toil, for universal
prosperity., universal pleasure?
Or is the spirit of man to be the only thinj:
that does not progress?
It is up to us to make ready, individually
To become more tolerant, more kindly, r. ; .o.
alert; to learn that life is not solely a matter
t»f meats and houses and automobiles and
theaters, that happiness cannot be expressed
in dollars, that the well-being of one portion
of the race must rest on the misery of an
other.
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That is our task. Let us apply ourselves
' to it.
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• GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
FAIRIES IN THE /
WOODS. k
(From the Albany Herald.)
There are fairies in • the woods these days,
fairies that have come solth on the October
breexes—bringing pots full of flowing paints
and magic-tipped brushes that are busy day
and night.
Before the fairies came the woods were
green—green in many shades, but with never
another'color save where the flowers bloomed.
The pine needles seemed almost black against
the sky on other trees, in endless variety.
Then came the painters from the north.
Here a single leaf showed brown; there, glow
er purplish tinesand yonder war. a hint of
red. The sweet gums seemed first to catch
the artist's fancy, and then the maples. Now
there are deep golds and flaming yellows
the fairies have thinned their pigments with
soft October sunlight. The pink 'of the
is tinting the sumac, which soon will be flam
ing red, and copper tints brought from the
sunset arc mantling the hickory top.
If you don't believe there are fairies, just
watch the out of doors. The leaves will
change hues under your very eyes. Invisible
brushes will sweep whole sections of woodland
in a single day, and new pictures will be
in the foliage behind the mantle of night.
it was a wise little girl who admitted she
never had seen a fairy, but who said she knew
there were fairies because she saw their finger
prints on so many things. She must have
caught her inspiration in the autumn woods.
SPINSTERHOOD.
Whenever some girl or woman distinguishes
herself by j some new invasion of man's
field, whether it be in athletics, the fine arts
or the world of business, some staid gentle
man is sure to arise and say: "Ah, but she
should be devoting herself to raising a family
of fine young children." You've all heard
something of the sort.
And it's such a fooiish remark it's almost
pathetic.
Would the world be any better if women
like Florence Nightingale, Elizabeth Barrett
Browning and Jane Adams had given up their
careers to "raise a fine family of children?”
Of course it wouldn’t.
There'll always be children enough. And if
a woman is able to make her contribution to
the race in same other form—‘more power to
her.
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PEACE.
We thrive on the fact that our country’s at
peace and we boast that our friendship ia
real. Cur harmony manner is ever increased,
and the right sort of spirit we feel.
The worry of war isn’t^ours any more, and
a much lighter feeling's at play. What more
can we ask, than to turn to our task, in the
quiet that’s ruling today?
And yet. there's an angle that ‘has a big
part in the making of peace that is strong.
Real harmony’s played on the strings of your
heart, and it helps peace to travel along.
It pays us to give of our best, and let live,
for no matter wherever you roam, you always
will find that the very best kind of peace has
its start in the home.
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GOOD COMEDIES.
With the death of Mrs. Sidney Drew in
Los Angeles the other ,day passed the lone re
maining member of a pair of light comedians
who gave our moving pictores some of the
shrewdest, cleanest comedies the films have
kpteWn.
With her husband, who died in 1919. she
made many comedies of married life. They
weren’t slap-stick stuff, but were human and
they were funny. it was good, wholesor>c
rumor, and it came at a time when good,
wholesome humor was a scarce article on tire
screen.
The movies owe quite a debt to Mr. and
Mrs. Drew. And so do all the rest of us wh<
ike a healthy laugh.
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Ane of the accusations most.often leveleG
us by ritics from abroad is our ten
to standarize everything to one dem
evel.
As far n3 material things go. this is a good
tendency. But in other matters it is different.
Don’t insist that your neighbor hold th
same moral and mental standards that yoi
bold. Don’t demand that there be one stan
dnrd nnd one only for all the country. Let s
have as much variety as we can.
For standardization, in such matters, is the
enemy of free thought. And great as our
country ii, it could stand a few more think
ers.
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The .hard thing about most things is t>'.
keep on doing them.
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Common sense is the only thing that cr.i v
make experience useful.
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Strange things happen. We know a man
who has everything in the world he wantc.
and still he is happj*.
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Society get* plenty of exercise trying to
-ut head lettuce with a fork instead of a knife.
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Too Much Efficiency
By E.J. ( VJ Watt O
Six.to dress; And you don’t shave.
Nb reason why yqu can’t be
ready. tt
Constance fled, followed by her
brother and sister. \
it Shall we confer?" asked Billy
grimly as they reached the sec
ond floor.
I << Oh, what’s with the use?” cried
Constance a tragic gesture.
I’d fly out of th^ window, if I
could! But we’re in for it. We
might have known something aw
ful would happen. We ought to
have a party. But what dan we
do? He’s gone and invited a lot
of our friends and weve simply
got to receive them. Hustle into
your clothes, Alice. Wear the pink.
I’ll let Matilda help you; I’ll man
age without her. More now,
Billy, and don’t spend half an
hour with your tie. Remember
that we’re all to be publicly exe
cuted at seven-thirty.’’ 1
In spite of (hese admonitions
the three Brookes were late at
dinner, and after a hasty meal
they retreated upstairs again for
further sartorial attentions. It
was long past seven-thirty when
Constance descended to the main
floor. She was just in time to
see the front door close on a
couple in evening dress. They
were going out!
Constance paused in the hall at
the foot of the staircase. She was
a radiant figure, but she did not
feel radiant. She felt that the
elevator was dropping again.
A gurgling noise close beside
; her caused her to turn sharply,
(and she beheld a young man with
a handkerchief to his face, shaken
with a violent paroxysm of
coughing. It was Tommy Tread
well.
<< Hel-hello, C-Connie,” he gas
. ped. “I—I—” .
j He Why, strangled Tom, what again. world
j 44 in the
is the matter?” demanded Con
stance in genuine alarm.
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it Ex-excuse me. I
Once more a spasm took charge
of him, and -Constance began to
pound him energetically on the
back. After a minute, Tommy
Treadwell regained a measure of
control and wiped his streaming
eyes.
n Better now?” asked Constance
anxiously.
Tes—thanks. Sorry to be such
a nuisance, but—”
it You shouldn’t have thought of
coming out with such a cold,” she
chided.
( “Cold? I haven’t got a cold. tt
4 * Then whatever is the matter;?”
I Tommy pointed toward, the li
j ,brary and whispered hoarsely:
tt Been sprayed!”
tt Sprayed!”
J‘Uh-huh. Nose, throat, ton
sils—the whole works.”
— Constance stared at him in un
belief.
tt Had my lungs tested and
my
heart listened to, just like I was
joining the army.
tt Tom! tt
it Honest. And they put down my
age, and who was to be notified. it
ti Who did this thing?”
tt The doctor. He’s all dressed in
white, and h'e’s got a nurse with
him and a whole kit of tools.”
u What doctor? tt
tt Search me, Connie. But he’s on
the job, anyhow. I got through
but he’s been turning some of
’em down. Notice that couple who
went out just as you came down?”
Constance nodded faintly. She
was clutching the newel post for
support.
“That was Florrie Richmond
and her brother. Couldn’t pass. it
u Who—Florrie? What was the
matter?” •
“Oh, Florrie got by all right. It
was Clarence. He had a spot on
one tonsil. When ey wouldn’t
let him stay, Flojrfle got mad and
went away with him.
Constance moaned.
‘“Riey ruled Hildegarde Forrest
• off the track, too,” observed Tom
j my with a reminiscent grin. “She
j was half a degree subnormal and
; ! they wouldn’t let her start. Teddy
Wail is out of it, too. They want-
1 ed to compress the tubinate bone
I in, bis nose, so he could
'better, and he said he’d be— He
| said they'couldn’t do it.”
j Constance passed a wear
across her eyes. S.'ie had become
j haggard.
■ What’s it all about, anyhow,
Jfonnie?” asked Tommy, oSrfie
‘kind of a joke?”
j j “A Suddenly joke!” her she limp gasped. form “A stiffen- joke!”
; ed and she made a dash for the
j library.
The first figure she observed
I was that of a tall man in a long
i white robe. He was bending over
[ somebody who sat in a chair. At
|his form side of stood a woman She in the hold- uni
a nurse. was
"ing a bottle in one hand and a
| ferocious nickled instrument in
the other. The efficiency man
was close by, armed with a pad
|and a fountain-pen.
As Constance paused, rigid,
' there was an. abruDt commotion,
and a young man in evening at
tire sprang out of the chair and
; pushed the man in white violently
,'away from him.
I You let me alone!” ha bawled.
! it I don’t care if I’ve not stuck that
I thing down my throat.
The doctor looked at H. He.-.gt.
- tt If you won’t submit to
,
Jimination I cannot permit you
r tt said the' efficiency man to
’ t patient.
j The patieqt glared for five
onds and then stalked from the
room.
“Next,” called the doctor.
At that point Constance inter
vened, She walkea swiftly across
the library and planted herself
resolutely in front of the effic
iency man.
a Explain!” she commanded.
44 Certainly,” he said suavely. “I
am safeguarding the members of
this household. tt
44 You mean—”
44 Just this, Miss Brooke. I am
[ charged with the care of you
* three children. That extends to
Monday, Nc^v. 9, 1925.
your health, among other things
■ Large assemblies of persons of
exceptional oportunity for the
transmission of infectious and con
! tagious diseases. I do not propose
I to.: have any of you run the risk .
[ of illness. Neither do I propose, prevent
if all reasonable care can
.it, to have any guest in this house
! participate in dancing unless _ hi?....
or-her hdart and lungs are in a
I proper condition to endure the
strain. It would be embarrassing
| ! to I be compelled therefore, to taking call every a coroner. pre
am,
caution. Dr. Wardwell wiil not
only^ conduct such examinations
as may be necessary, but will also
remain, in attendance during the
evening, ready to perform profes
isional services whenever they may
be required. And may I compli
ment you upon your gown?”
Constance djd not hear the
compliment. Her ears had ceased
to record' any definite sounds,
somewhere in the middle of the
efficiency man’s explanation. She
was quivering with silent rage.
If you will go across the hall
into the parlor, tt observed H.
Hedge, “you will find a number
of your guests, who, I am happy
to say, have passed a satisfactory
examination. I suggest that you
join them. They should have been
dancing before. this, but do not
seem to have begun. I wish you
would ask them to start. Unfor
tunately, I shall be busy here for
some time. •*
She crossed the room quickly
and went into the music-room,
j where she found Horace, the but
|ler, standing stiffly at attention.
*4 Where is the music?” she de
jmanded, , glancing about her. “Tell
them to start at once. I
“I am the music, Miss Brooke, n
said Horace in a hollow tone.
You! What do you mean?”
44 There is no music except me,
miss. I am—I am tt The butler’s
voice faltered. “I am to play that
thing. ft
He pointed gloomily in the di
rection of the phonograph, which
had been moved in from'the libra
ry.
44 You’ve been playing that! tt
(Continued Tomorrow.)