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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Blessed are they who do hunger and,
thirst after righteousness, for they shall be
filled. Blessed are the merciful, for they
shall obtain mercy. Blessed are the pure
in heart, for they shall see God. —Mat-
thew 5:6, 7, 8.
Stabilizing Cotton Prices
IN less than five minutes on last Wednesday
morning, cotton lost a market value of
188 points, which is $9.40, an important
sum to any Southern farmer. At five minutes
after 10 o’clock, the price of October cotton
In New York City was 26.58 cents a pound.
At, 10 minutes after 10, the price was 24.70
cents.
What was the impulse behind operations
which resulted in so great a loss In market
value of the South’s leading product?
A government departmental estimate that
on October 1 it appeared there would be pro-
year 90,000 bales less than
seemed likely on September 16.
Some two weeks ago a government esti
mate was published, indicating a decrease of
around 100,000 bales in the crop, ana this
forecast was followed by a precipitate rise of
200 points, or $lO a bale.
The Journal never indulges in the folly of
price predictions. It has no special knowl
edge of the cotton market. Yet, in common
with the rest of the world, it has observed
that the price of this commodity, upon which
the commercial structure of the South is
founded so largely, is always in a state of
flux. The price is never still. Daily fluctu
ations may be slight or they may be as re
markable as those observed last Wednesday
or the fortnight before, but the price is al
ways changing.
It will always he so, for cotton is a product .
of world-wide consumption, and world condi
tions are always changing. Cotton is a plant
of hazardous growth. The weather is always
changing. Industrial, economic conditions
are always improving or
foes one month maj* be devastating in their
attack; a month later, they may have been
repulsed and beaten by combination of hot
sun and pentoxide of calcium. So, as world
wide demand or presumption of demand
waxes or, wanes, as supply or likelihood rises
or falls, the price will change. It can not be :
otherwise, so long as two and two when added
result in four, and so long as business men \
buy as cheaply as possible and sell for the
best obtainable price.
Yet there can be no economic justification
for such violent fluctuations as mark the
daily, even hourly, course of cotton prices
year in and year out. Conditions of supply
and demand tend to put the price of cotton
up or down. Yet a horde of speculators, be
they bulls or be they bears, aggravate these
normal fluctuations by operations which
greatly increase the rise or the fall.
The result Is such a fall, as witnessed
Wednesday, when every bale of cotton in the
world, actual or prospective, wag worth $9
less than It was worth ten minutes sooner—
because, forsooth, there had been a pre
sumptive decrease in production this year of
only 90.000 bales of American cotton.
The farmer Is the goat of such operations,
if we may use the expressive language of the
street. The spinner Is the goat, unless he
protect his business by hedging with the
gamblers. The public is the goat, for when
the gamblers wax fat in their manipulations
of a necessity of life, the public always loses
to the extent that producer, manufacturer and
consumer lose.
The farmer wants the price of his product
stabilized to an honest basis of supply and
demand; the spinner wants it so; the public
wants it so.
There are hundreds of thousands of cotton
farmers who have Joined the co-operative
Fixit, who will quick
ly and cheerfuly see
that things are made
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marketing associations. These associations
already are doing much to steadj* the price
course. The spinners recognize the good they
are doing, and indorse them. The govern-
I ment, from President down, indorses them.
As they grow in membership and in propor
tion of the total crop they handle, their in
j fluence will be even stronger.
They will yield an average price of the
season to their members. Such wild fluctua
tions as those of Wednesday moan nothing
much to their members.
The unorganized cotton farmer saw his
; bale of cotton lose 7 per cent of its value in
la few minutes "Wednesday. Nothing like that
can happen to the farmer who sells his cot
ton through his co-operative association.
Old Wine m New Bottles
THIS bit of wisdom from Sir David
Bruce, speaking before the British As
sociation for the Advancement of Sci
ence, at the Toronto convention, will bear
pondering: "Medicine in the future must
change its strategy; instead of waiting the
attack, it must assume the offensive. It no
longer must be said, ‘The man was so sick
he had to call a doctor.’ ”
More and more does it appear that we
moderns are living on the ideas of the an
cients—" Dwarfs standing on the shoulders
of giants,” as some one (himself, mayhap, an
ancient) once phrased it. When we fancy
that we are going forward, we have only to
take a long look backward to perceive how
rare, if not impossible, is originality. Was
it not Confucian sapience which decreed that
physicians should be rewarded for keeping
persons well, bub that pay should cease
forthwith upon a lapse into sickness?
We may be certain that Sir David’s plan
is good, because it was tried out so long ago.
QUIZ
Any Tri-Weekly Journal reader can
get the answer to any question puzzling
him by writing to The Atlanta Journal
Information Bureau, Frederic J. Has
kin, director, Washington, D. C., and
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ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. Who' gets the receipts from the World
series baseball games? H. W.
"A. The players of the teams in the World
series receive the receipts of the World
series for the first four games. If the series
is longer than four games, the receipts go
to the National Baseball commission. The
largest receipts for one series were $1,063,-
815 at the World series in 1923 between
the New York Nationals and the New York
Am ericans.
Q. Why is it that we cannot hear the
noise of the earth’s rotation? A. N.
A. The Naval Observatory says that the
earth is a globular mass, rigid as steel* re
volving freely in space. There is no friction
due to this rotation and no vibration. Con
sequently there is no noise. The earth is
often likened to an immense fly-wheel, and
,to any one who has seen a large fly-wheel
ol steel revolving silently, but with great ra
pidity, the comparison is striking.
Q. What is the origin of the "R” with a
lino through it, which doctors place on pre
scriptions? C. L. -T.
A. The sign to which you refer is now
used as an abbreviation of the Latin word
"recipe” (take). The derivation of the sign
is obscure, but the symbol was formerly
thought to be a sign for Jupiter.
Q. Is the consumption of tobacco on the
increase? -A. M. E.
A. the consumption of tobacco in the
United States has increased from less than
four pounds per capita before the Civil vpr
to 8.5 pounds per c; pita at the present time.
Q. State the names and ages of the chil
dren of the King of England. G. B.
A. His Royal Highness, Edward, Prince of
Wales, was bprn June 23, 1894. H. R. H.,
Princess Alary was born April 25, 1897;
H. It. H., Prince Henry, March 31, 1900;
and H. It. H., Prince George, December 20,
1 902. H. It. H., Prince John, who was born
July 12, 1 905, died January 18, 1919.
Q. What would be" the limit of height ifor
a skyscraper? D. F. R.
A. The Woolworth building. New Yorl’s
tallest skyscraper, is 52 stories high, ;mid
has a foundation which extends 116 fleet
below the street level. Buildings much taller
than this could be built, the limit depending
on practical conditions. Probably the tallest
building so far seriously proposed was sug
gested by Bertram Goodhue, well-known
architect. He designed an 80-story building
suitable for the site now occupied by Madi
son Square Garden.
Q. Where do Angora cats come from? E
J. G.
A. Angora cats arc originally supposed to
have come from Angora, a province in Asia
Minor, though some authorities maintain
that the original home of these long-haired
silky cats was Persia and Arabia.
Q. Where is the reputed stone on which
Jacob rested his head when he had the I
vision of a ladder ascending into heaven'’ I
V. M.
A. There is no actual historical knowl
edge as to whore the stone on which Jacob
rested his head during his vision is at pres-i
ent, but according to legend and tradition
this stone is the same as the one on which
for nyiny generations the Scottish kings
were crowned? and which at present Is i
placed under the British coronation chair on !
which the ruler of Great Britain is seated
during the coronation ceremonies. The stone 1
is kept in Westminster Abbey, England.
Q. What is the meaning of the name
“Kelly?” H. F.
A. It is derived from the Gaelic *“Ceal
lac-U.” which means “a warrior.”
Q. Is it true that the Detroit river never
rises and never falls? B. E. R.
A. The rise of the Detroit river is so
slight as to be imperceptible. This is due to ,
the fact that the river is fed directly by the
Great Lakes and is consequently always a
full stream.
Q. What was a "bounty jumper” in the
Civil war? F. J.
A. He was one who upon payment of
bounty enlisted in the army, and afterwards
deserted front the service. Usually a man
who did this successfully once, repeated the
performance, until he had accumulated quite
a sum of money, or was caught at the gamp.
Q. Are there any colleges or schools of
higher education for the blind in this coun
try? G. R.
A. There are no colleges especially for the
blind, but blind students are usually accent
ed in universities and colleges.' —There are
trade schools that offer courses for the
blind. These are listed in a book. "Institu
tions for the Blind in America.” by C. F. F.
and Mary IT CaniDF*'*!!. Tlv.s book should
be avail:* for reference in your nearest
* • —I
THE SEA HAWK
BY RAFAEL SABATINI
(Published by Arrangement With First National Pictures,
lii’* Copyrighted by lloughtou-Alilflin Company.)
What has gone before—Sir Oliver
Tressilian, renowned for his exploits on
the Spanish Main, is betrothed to Itosa
gniind Godolphin; but because of per
sonal enmity growing out of laud dis
putes the marriage is opposed by both
Rosamund’s brother, Peter, and her
guardian, Sir John Killigrew. Peter
takes every opportunity to manifest bis
antagonism and finally one day, in a
drunken rage, insults Sir Oliver and
strikes him with his whip. In the
hearing of several witnesses, Oliver ut
ters a threat to kill him; but the
thought of Rosamund deters him. But
Oliver’s young half-brother, Lionel, that
night accomplishes what Oliver would
have liked to do, and conies home
wounded from the encounter. Peter,
Lionel relates, still drunk and in a fit
of jealous anger over a woman, had af
fronted him and drawn his sword; his
own he drejsc merely in self-defense.
But with no witnesses to attest to the
truth of this statement Lionel corid be
accused of Peter’s murder were his part
in it to be known. Terror-stricken, he
extracts a promise from Oliver to tell
no one. The next morning Sir Oliver
himself stands accused. He hurries to
Rosamund to deny the charge to her
first of all, but she refuses to believe
him.- —Now go on with the story.
CHAPTER V (Continued)
seems,” said a harsh voice behind
i him, "that you fear God as little as
aught else.”
He wheeled sharply to confront Sir John
Killigrew, who had entered after him.
“So,” he said slowly, and his eyes grew
hard and bright as agates, "this is your
work.’K
And he waved a hand toward Rosamund.
It was plain to what he alluded.
"My work?” quoth Sir John.
He closed the door, and advanced into the
room.
"Sir, it seems your audacity* your shame
lessness’transcends all bounds. Your—”
"Have done with that,” Sir Oliver inter
rupted him, and smote his great fist upon
the table.
He was suddenly swept by a gust of pas
sion. ■'
"Leave words to fools. Sir John, and crit
icisms to those that fan defend them bet
ter.”
"Aye, you talk like a man of blood. You
come hectoring it here in the very house of
the dead—in the very house upon which you
have cast this blight of sorrow and mur
der—”
"Have done, I say, or murder there will
be!”
His voice Was a roar, his mien terrific.
And bold man though Sir John was, he re
coiled. Instantly Sir Oliver had conquered
himself again. He swung\ to Rosamund.
"Ah. forgive me!” he 'pleaded. “I am
mad-—stark mad with anguish at the thing
imputed. I have not loved yiyur brother,
it is true. But as I swore to you, so have I
done. I have taken blows from him, and
smiled, but yesterday in a public place he
affronted me, lashed me across the face with
Id's, riding-whip, as I still boar the mark.
The man who says I were not justified in
having killed him for it is a liar and a
hypocrite. Yet the thought of you, Rosa
mund. the thought that he was your brother,
sufficed to quench the rage in which he left
me. And now that by some grim mischance
he has .met his death, my Recompense for all
my patience, for all my thought for you is
that I am charged with slaying him, and
tlic.it you bolievo this dinriio.”
‘‘ fi h e ,ias , no choice,” rasped Killigrew.
Si.i John, he said, "I pray you do not
meddle with her choice, a, fool, and a fool’s
counsel, is a rotten staff to lean upon at
any tune. Why God o’ merev’ Assume
that I desire to take satisfaction for the
at front he had put upon me; do you know
so little of men, anjl of mo of all mon, that
you suppose I should go about my vengeance
in this hole-and-corner fashion to set a
hangman s noose about my neck? A fine
vengeance that, as God lives!
Was it so I dealt with you, Sir John,
when you permitted your tongue to wag
too freely, as you have yourself confessed?
Heaven s light, man! Take a proper view
consider was this matter likely. I fake it
you are a more fearsome antagonist than
was ever poor Deter Godolphin, yet when
1 sought satisfaction of you I sought it
ooldly and openly, as is my way. When we
measured swords in your park at Arwenack
vve did so before witnesses in proper form,
that the survivor might not be troubled with
the justices. You know me well, and what
manner of man I am with z my weapons.
Should 1 not have done the like by Peter
if I had sought his life? Should I not have
sought it in the same open fashion, and so
killed him at my pleasure and leisure, and
without, risk or reproach from any?”
Sir John was stricken thoughtful. But
whilst he stood frowning and perplexed at
the end of that long tirade, it was Rosa
mund who gave Sir Oliver his answer.
"You ran no risk of reproach from anv,
do you say?”
He turned and was abashed. He knew
the. thought that was running in her ,niind.
Aon mean,” he said slowly, gently, his
accents charged with reproachful incredul
ity, ‘ that I am so base and false that I
could in this fashion do what I dated not
for your sake do openly? ’Tis what you
mean. Rosamund! I burn with shame for
von that you can think such thoughts of
one whom—whom yon professed to love.”
Her coldness fell from her. Under the
lash of his bitter, half-scornful accents her
anger mounted, whelming for a moment
even her anguish in her brother’s death.
“Aon false deceiver!” she creid. “There
are those who heard you vow his de/th.
A-our very words have been reported to me.
And from where he lay they found a trail '
of blood upon the snow that ran to your
own door. AVill you still lie?”
They saw the color leave his face. They ■
his arms drop limply to his anep
his eyes dilate with obvious, sudden fear. ■
*‘A —a trail of blood?” he faltered stu-
“Aye, answer that!” cut in Sir John, :
fetched suddenly from out his doubts by
Sjr Oliver turned unon Killigrew again.
“I can not answer it.” be said, but very
firmly, in a tone that brushed aside all im- ’
plications. "If you say it was so, so it must
have been. Yet when all is said, what does j
it prove? Does it set bevond doubt that it .
was I who killed him? DoeA it justify the'
woman who loved me to believe me a mur-
He paused, and looked at her again, a
world of reproach in his glance.
“Can you suggest what else it proves,
in his voice.
Sir Oliver caught the note of it, and 3
“O God of pity!” he cried out. “There is
doubt in your voice, and there is none in
hers. You were my enemy once, and have
since been in a mistrustful truce with me.
she—she who loved me has no room lor
any doubt!”
“Sir Oliver.” she answered him, “the
thing you have done has broken quite my
you were brought "to such a deed I could
Why This Sensidess Scream?
fr It. RUPERT HUGHES, a playwright
\/| : >nd novelist of the second class, says
he has "quit going to church.”
In fact, he shouts to tue public, through
a popular magazine as a sort of megaphone,
that he has ‘‘quit going to church.”
But why should he make such an ado
about it? He is surely taking himself and
Avhat lie does, and what ho has ceased to do.
far too seriously.
And some good people are taking too seri
ously the fact that Mr. Rupert Hughes has
"quit going to church.”
While for Mr. Hughes it is. unfortunate
that hb has committed the folly of ceasing
to attend the services of the church, his
foolish course will not seriously affect the
church, nor seriously diminish the stock of
religion in the country.
Indeed, one would gather from his article
that he quit going. to church some time ago.
Yet nobody knew it until he went screaming
about it through the pages of the., magazine
in which he proclaims with pride his church
less habit.
If he were judged by the ignorance and
profanity which pervade his article, it would
appear that hr had never attended church
services much, and that his associations on
Sundays had been with godless groups of
men of the same sorry sort.
In some of the propositions he affirms, he
seems to think that the truth and value of
Christianity can be determined by a majority
vote, saying:
"Staying away from church puts me with
such an enormous majority that it carries
no distinction. Nowhere does the increase
of Christianity keep anything like pace with
the population.
“The God of the Christians never has
been believed in by as much as a tenth of
the world's population. Two or three other
religions have today far more followers.
"Even in this country a great many mil
lions less than half of the population are
even ‘affiliated’ with any of the churches.
Only about forty per cent of the population
is affiliated with any of the churches.”
AVell, why does not Mr. Rupert Hughes
take up his abode in the lands in which the
heathen religions prevail whose adherents
so greatly outnumber the Christians in the
world? Why is it so much better to 'live in
a Christian land than to dwell in any of the
populous countries of paganism? Why is it
that the map of the highest type of civiliza
tion in the earth exactly coincides with the
area of Christianity?
Mr. Hughes says a minority of the people
in our country are affiliated with any of the
churches. But how is it that the influence
of this minority is the saving salt which
makes the moral life of the nation pure and
wholesome?
Suppose all the people should quit going
to church, and the needless structures for
worship should be pulled down, or turned
into playhouses for the exhibition of the the
atric wares of Mr. Rupert Hughes and oth
ers of his craft. What kind of a country
would take the place of our Christian na
tion? Could Mr. Rupert Hughes himself en
dure living in such a godless, churchless
land? Would life, liberty, and property be
secure in it? In short, if all the people were
Rupert Hugheses could they stand one an
other for one day even?
Mr. Hughes says: "I am of such poor
moral fiber that I do not believe in telling
lies even .for the glory.” It is to be hoped
he spoke truly about his belief in this re
spect. Yet at every turn in his flippant and
foolish article he slanders the ministers of
the gospel and maligns multiplied thousands
of Christian men and women as the veriest
hypocrites in professing the faith which they
hold. For example, he says: “I am tempt
ed to say rudely that anybody who says he
believes the Bible to be all either lies
or is ignorant of what he says.” To this
temptation to speak falsely of millions of
good people he yields completely at several
other points in his piece.*
Perhaps Mr. Rupert Hughes speaks truly
when he says: "I do not believe in telling
lies even for the glory_of God.” But if such
is his real belief, for whose glory does he
tell lies at so many points in his article, to
say nothing of the lies he may be telling
daily elsewhere? Does he imagine ho is
promoting his own glory?
In all his article Mr. Hughes does not ad
vance one single objection to the Bible that
has more force than the common talk of
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS
Anything that is bad taste is never timely.
Regret is the stepping stone to man’s final
salvation.
Happiness is like your shadow; you can’t
get any nearer to it by chasing it.
Eliminate the political ignorance and there
will be no political bosses.
Kicking against fate doesn’t help any in the
great moral uplift.
The man who can meet himself face to face
must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.
Opportunity comes every day to the man
who believes in himself and goes out and
chases after it.
A man never knows what he can do until
he tries, then he is often sorry he tried.
A woman may not he able to drive a nail,
but when it comes to driving a bargain she
manages to get there.
If only ten per cent of us are crazy, as
that professor says, how does he account
for the fact that we spend more money
for new cars than for new homes?—-J 7 l!nt
Daily Journal.
forgiven it. I say, but for the baseness of
your present denial*.”
He looked at her, white-faced an instant,
then turned on his heel and made for the
door. There he paused.
“Your meaning is quite plain,” said he
“It is your wish that I shall take my trial
for this deed.’’
He laughed.
‘'AA’ho will accuse me to the justices?
AVill you. Sir John?”
“If Mistress Rosamund so desires me,”
replied the knight.
•'Ha! Be it so. But do not think I am
the man to suffer myself to bo sent to the
gallows upon such, paltry evidence as satis
fice that lady. If any accuser comes to bleat
of a trail of blood reaching to my door, and
of certain words I spoke yesterday in
I will take my trial—but it shall be trial
by battle upon the body of my accuser. That
is my right, and I will have every ounce of
it. Do you doubt how God will pronounce?
I call upon Him solemnly to pronounce be
tween me and such an one. If I am guilty
of thjs thing may He wither mv arm when
I PDtPr thp licrc”
"Myself I will accuse you,” came Rosa
mund s dull voice. “And if you will, you
may claim your rights against me, and
butcher me as you butchered him.”
“God forgive you. Rosamund!” said Sir
Oliver, and went out.
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OLD-TIME RELIGION
HY BISHOP W. A. CANDLER
THI ItSDAY, OCTOBER 18, 192 L
coarse and ignorant mon who in former days
resorted to saloons and gambling dens to
pour forth such ribaldry. Even such infidels
as Voltaire and Paine, were they living now,
would decry and disown such stuff. It is
amazing that a respectable magazine will lay
such offal before its readers.
Men of immeasurably greater force than
this frivolous playwright have attacked
Christianity and the Christian Church since
the days of Celsus and Porphyry; but their
efforts have availed nothing more than their
own damage and discredit. His coarse talk
will be no more effectual.
Why have all such attacks upon the Bible
and Christianit.y tailed so ignouiinously in
the past? Why* must they always fail in the
future? Let Mr. Matthew Arnold, who was
liberalistic, but never vulgar, in his writings,
answer these questions. He says: Bi
ble has such power of teaching righteous
ness that even to those who come to it with
all sorts of false notions about the God of
the Bible, it yet teaches righteousness, and
fills them with the love of it. How
much more those who come to it with a true
notion about the God of the Bible?
"To the Bible men will return, and why?
Because they cannot do without it. Be
cause happiness is our bpings and aim, and
happiness belongs to righteousness, and
righteousness is revealed in the Bible. For
this simple reason men v;ill return to the
Bible, just as a man who tried to give up
food, thinking it was a vain thing and he
could do without it, would return to food;
or a man who’ tried to give up sleep, think
ing it was a vain thing and he could do
without it, would return to sleep.”
Writing of the French Revolution, jugged
old Thomas Carlyle says, “The period of . the
Reformation was a Judgment Day for Eu
rope, when all the nations were presented
with an emancipation of heart and life,
which an open Bible involves. England,
North Germany and other? powers accepted
the boon, and they have been steadily grow
ing in national greatness and moral influ
ence ever since. France rejected it; and
in its place has had the gospel of Voltaire
with all the anarchy, misery/ and bloodshed
of those ceaseless revolutions of which that
gospel is parent.”
“By their fruits” religions may be tested,
as well as individual lives judged. Thus
tried, Christianity has vindicated its claim to
be a teacher sent from God; for the mira
cles of good which it has wrought would
have been impossible to any system in which
and with which God was not.
Out of it has come the purest and loftiest
civilization in the world. .. Out of it has aris
en churches and schools and colleges and
hospitals and orphanages and a thousand
other institutions of blessed benevolence. It
has inspired the noblest heroisms which glo
rify the pages of human history. It has en
abled unnumbered millions of men and wom
en to bear with fortitude the iils of life and
discharge with unfaltering fidelity its duties.
It has been the safeguard of social order
wherever it has prevailed. It has dispersed
the gloom of death and made the grave a
gate that opens on immortality.
What can take its place, if we all follow
the lead of such men as Mw Rupert Hughes,
quit going to church, and'allow Christian
ity to perish from our own land and from
all countries? Can the moral and spiritual
life of mankind be nourished by such prod
ucts as the plays, novels, and magazine arti
cles which he writes?
A'ears ago Dr. J. G. Holland wrote an ar
ticle for a magazine of far higher character
than that through which Mr. Rupert Hughes
blows his blast about quitting church-going,
and in the close of it Dr. Holland uttered
these weighty words: true or
false, the Bible is our all -the one regener
ative, redemptive agency in the world —the
only word that ever sounds as if it came
from the other side of the wave. If we lose
it, we are
No, notwithstanding all suggestions to the
contrary, the wisest and best people of our
country will cling to the Bible and Christi
anity. They will not quit going to church.
Some day, perhaps, Mr. Rupert Hughes
himself, having tried in vain to live on the
husks that swine do eat, will come to him
self, and return- to the sensible habit of at
tending the'services <>f the church. If so.
he will then lament his folly, and rejoice
that others refused to play the fool—as he
now shouts he is doing.
AS TO LAUGHTER
By H. Addington Bruce
I k F the New York professor who predicted
the coming of a time when mankind
would no longer laugh, hoped merely to
excite comment by his prediction, he must
have been gratified by the publicity accord
ed it. If he hoped for indorsement from
any considerable number of expert students
of human nature, he must have been sorely
disappointed.
Yet it is hard to see how, in view of the
purposes of laughter, warrant can reasonably
be found for expecting its extinction.
Certainly the professor’s theory that men
will eventually know too much to laugh at
anything, can be convincingly maintained
only on the assumption that with increasing
knowledge there will be a decreasing need
for relief from tension, and also a decreas
ing social sensitiveness.
But the manifest fact is that the condi
tions of life are making more and more for
tension. And it is equally manifest that
social sensitiveness is increasing, not decreas
ing.
The people of today are much more keen
ly conscious of social ills and problems than
were their forerunners. At the same time,
with the complexities and speeding up resul
tant from the progress of science and inven
tion, a strain is put upon them that the
people of earlier times never knew.
To give momentary easement of mind and
freedom from strain is one of the prime
functions of laughter, and has always been
recognized as such by the discerning. A’ol
taire it was who long ago observed, “We
laugh in order not to weep.”
To similar effect, though more elaborately,
the modern psychologist McDougall points
out: ;
"Laughter prevents (for the moment at
least) gloomy thinking afid melancholy
brooding, no matter how induced. Laughter
is essentially relaxation from all effort, a re
laxation whose mechanical effects bring
speedy recuperation of energy, find which
enables us to start afresh on life’s tasks
briskly and undismayed, uhharassed by the
“This being so, it is obviously why we
seek ill' objects and situations that make us
laugh. We seek the ludicrous, the gro
tesque, the absurd, the rid: ulous, not be
cause they are in them -.elves pleating, but
because they make us laugh, and laughter
does us good, makes us feel better and
brighter, frees us from depression.”
Hence the likelihood would seem to be
that, unless away be found to simplify life
or to make men indifferent to its pains, re
course to laughter will become more rathe;
than less frequent. Certainly the trend has
for some time been in that direction.
More and more the work of professional
laughter-producers is in demand. Comedi
ans. clowns, caricaturists, jokesmiths, and
the like, are in man" cases rewarded for
The Second AArs. Strong
BY HAZEL DE.YD BACHELOR
A\ hat has gone before.—Matthew
Strong marries his stenographer, Julie
Benton, and when he brings her home
after the honeymoon, his daughter
Claudia does everything in her power
to make things uncomfortable for her
now stepmother.—Now go on with the
story.
CHAPTER AIN
Margaiet Versus Julie
\LL during the early part, of that eve
ning while Julie stood at his side in
the receiving line, meeting his friends,
the consciousness was strong in Matthew,
that, he was not satisfied.
He struggled against this Reeling. • He
tried to be fair, to tell himself that it
awasn’t Julie's fault, that he was hypercriti
cal, but the feeling persisted. She irritated
him. Her timidity was worse than shyness,
she seemed fairly tongue-tied when she
should have met his guests with an easy
informality. He was disappointed in her,
and lie felt that things would never be dif
ferent.
AVhen Margafet Dfivenport entered lhe
room, this feeling in Matthew was intensi
fied. Why had he been so foolishly blind?
AVhy had he felt that in marrying Julia
he wns choosing wisely?
Margaret was of his own class. Supposa
she did do foolish things! All women did
in these days, and were apparently none tha
worse for it. And Margaret! What a con
trast there was between her and Julie! It
wasn’t that she dressed better, but she wore
her clothes with an air. And that charming,
well-bred manner of her! Her attempt tn
cover up Julie’s lack of cordiality. Yes, he
should have married Margaret, he was quite
well aware of that now.
Later he and Margaret stood at the side
of the room watching the dancers. Try as
he would he could not keep his eyes off Julie
who was dancing with Bradford Pierce* Shn
looked frightened to death. Her manner of
dancing was as far removed from that of
the other women in the room as it was pos
sible for it to be, and Matthew noticed that
when Pierce spoke to her, she answered in
monosyllables, seeming glad when he ceased
speaking aTid could lapse once more into
silence.
"I think your wife is charming, Matthew,”
Margaret was saying. "So refreshingly un
spoiled.”
‘‘She’s very young,” Matthew returned
shortly, knowing that his remark did not de
ceive Margaret. Margaret knew. She was
merely being kind, but with his next remark
eagerness crept into his voice.
“I hope you will be friends, Margaret. You
can do a great deal for Julie, and I can't
tell you how grateful I would be.”
Inwardly Margaret was amused. What
children men were, after all, and how
strange for Matthew Strong to be practical
ly asking a favor of her. Did he actually
think her so altruistic? Did he believe her
capable of making a friend of his common
little wife merely to be magnanimous and
kind ?
“I’m sure we’ll be friends,” she lied
smoothly. And then she was smiling up
into his eyes, and Matthew was asking her
to dance.
In his atfi»is she pressed close. The
strange bitter sweet perfume that she used
was sharp in Matthew’s nostrils. It was a
subtle enchanting scent, and it brought hack
to him the cheap perfume Julie had used
during their honeymoon. With Margaret in
his arms he forgot the fact that only a short
time ago he and Bradford Pierce had criti
cized her dancing. He forgot everything but
the fact that he had been a fool and that
this was the woman he should have mar
ried. Margaret’s white arms, the cloud of
hhr hair brushing his lips, the knowledge
that married to her he could never feel any
thing hut proud, was surging up in him.
And this feeling persisted later, when in
the candle-lighted dining room, they sat
down to supper. In his imagination he pic
tured Margaret in Julie's place. Julie seem
ed insignificant, but Margaret would he
queenly, regal. Margaret, not Julie, should
have been Claudia's stepmother. She would
have known just how to handle the girl.
Julie was ridiculous in the role, and it was
not surprising that Claudia resented her
presence.
Saturday—“A New Friend.” Renew yonr
mi!' (•ription now to avoid missing a chapter
of this thrilling story.
The Deadly Microbe of Expediency
By Dr. Frank Crane
A r ERY animal, they say, has its para-
H site. Every living organism has its
-J peculiar destructive microbe.
The name of that particulaf*bacillus which
eats the life out of Truth is—Expediency.
The minute one asks the use?”
he ceases to be a scientist, an artist, or a
moral person.
For ages the world’s highest thinking, or
rather its thinking upon highest themes, was
conducted on strictly immoral lines. For
men asked not “Is it so?” but “Is it advisa
ble to SAY that it is so?”
It is modern Science that has laid the
world under an everlasting debt by standing
out for the theory that what is True must
always and absolutely be best for us to
know and to follow*.
Few realize that intellectual honesty is
practically a Modern Discovery along with
aviation and the radio.
Historical accuracy, for instance, -was
hardly considered worth whjle before Nieh
buhr. In ancient and in mediaeval times
men wrote histories to he read, and mado
them as interesting as possible; they cared
little whether a thing was a Fact or not.
Hence most old histories are unreliable, and
the more dramatic a story the more w*e sus
pect it to be false.
They say that among the Turks, when one
is asked a question, he does not frame his
answer in accordance with the facts, hut in
accordance with the effect he wishes to pro
duce upon his hearer.
This is a good illustration of that state of
ethics which prevailed generally before the
era of modern science.
Any system built on non-facts becomes a
breeding ground for tyrannies and morbid
ites.
A few years ago the mayor of Philadel
phia was asked by the ministers to appoint
a day of prayer to ward off a cholera epi
demic. He answered very properly that to
pray while they neglected to clean up the
city, would be blasphemy.
(Copyright, 1924.)
sonably great to all save those aw*are of
the psychology and true importance of
laughter.
Meanwhile, it is noticeable, mankind has
be?>n progressing, not going backward. Evils
that once were tolerated are sternly attack
ed. It may be argued that they would be
attacked more effectively if men laughed
less. The greater likelihood is that without
laughter they might not be attacked at all.
Remember always that laughter energizes
as well as frees from tension. It makes for
greater not less ability to cope with life’s
tasks and perplexities. Hence, instead of
decrying laughter it is wiser far to affirm
with the old French proverb-maker:
"The most wasted of all dayg is the day
whr-n we have not laughed.”
(Copyright, 1921.)