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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY ,
For God is my king of old, working
salvation in the midst of the earth. 7 hou
didst divide the sea by thy strength; thou .
breakest the heads of the dragons in the
ivaters. Thou breakest the heads of levia
than in pieces and gavest him to be meat
to the people inhabiting the wilderness.
Thou didst cleave the fountain and the
flood; Thou driedst up mighty rivers. The
day is Thine, the night also is Thine; Thou
hast prepared the light and the sun. Thou
hast set all the borders of the earth; Thou
hast made summer and winter. Unto Thee,
O God, do we give thanks, unto Thee do
we give thanks; for that Thy name is
near, Thy wondious works declare.—From
74th and 75th Psalm.
On Mailing Oneself
T
-,HAT adventurous gentleman of San
Francisco who, covered with seven
hundred and eighteen dollars’ worth
of postage stamps, presented himself at
the government airdrome for aerial trans
mission to New York, was barred from the
mails. But he may yet have his wish. The
posfoffice authorities, while ruling that “no
body Is to ride in air mail except depart
ment officials,’’ add that sooner or later it
may be possible to carry passengers.
Sooner, we should say, if recent develop
ments in aviation are to be taken as a fore
cast. In the course of the year more than :
fifteen thousand “pay” passengers have ,
crossed the English Channel by air, and
other thousands have flown between almost
any two European capitals that might be
named. The transatlantic voyage of the
ZR-3 is but the most recent among many I
notable long-distance flights on which pas
sengers were carried without mishap. The
Germans have operated a commercial line
from Berlin to Moscow, the French from<
Paris to Constantinople, and the British
from London to Cologne. While these may
have been more Interesting than important,
they at least have shown what could be
done. In the case of the French line from
Toulouse to Casablanca, Morocco, there is an
actual record of a million and a half letters
carried in the course of a twelvemonth.
In this last-mentioned field of nterprise
leadership is with the United States. Our
mail planes fly two million miles a year be
tween New York and San Francisco, main
taining schedules remarkable for regularity
and promptness and reducing the time to
less than forty per cent of that required
for the transcontinental run by the fastest
railway trains. “A number of months have '
passed,” runs a recent report, “without a
single failure to complete a trip or a se- '
rious delay, and averages of ninety-eight or s
ninety-nine per cent have become common
place. Few of the European passenger lines i
can show averages of better than ninety-five
per cent, even during the summer months. !
Furthermore, since July 1, 1924, the mall
has been flown by night as well as by day, !
this being the first attempt at commercial
night flying on a regular schedule. The to- ;
tai elapsed time in transit from coast to
coast is now thirty hours.”
Such achievements merit more generous
recognition than they have yet received at
the hands of Congress. It is to be hoped
that at the coming session appropriations
for the substantial encouragement of the air
service will be made.
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Congratulations to Florida
T
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her the eighth, one hundred years ago,
Florida's first Legislative Council fore-
gathered. The present anniversary of that
event Is being made the occasion of a pic
turesque and high-hearted celebration. Be
ginning today and extending through the
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THE ATLANTA TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL
| capital city a series of impressive programs
j and joyous hospitalities. The conimon
' wealth’s wonderful story will be retold, and
spots of dramatic interest marked with fit
ting memorials. Historical pageants, cos
tume balls, exhibits of antiques and of va
ried resources, the meeting of learned so
cieties, receptions for distinguished visitors,
and all manner of popular events will mark
the centennial. Its spirit was happily voiced
by Governor Hardee when ha said. “Let
every citizen renew old friendships and
make new ones: that we may recall memo
ries of our State's earliest days; that we
may tell anew, as pleasant tales, the events
of the past, while we rejoice in the pros
perity of the present and the promise of the
future.’’
It was in 1512 that Ponce de Leon, in
quest of gold and the Fountain of Youth,
discovered that blue-heavened, April-hearted
land which, in these far times after the
Spanish adventurer's passing, fulfills his
dream for tens of thousands of Americans.
To Florida we go for rich relics of the old
est permanent European settlement on the
New World shores, and to Florida for a
stirring example of modern enterprise and
development. A. goodly State, a wondrous
State she is, whom Georgia deems it a priv
ilege to have as neighbor, and to whom the
entire Union's best wishes go out upon the
occasion of this interesting centennial.
A Georgia Paean
NOTHING but prosperity plus could have
inspired the following paean of the
Commerce News:
“Delicious mountain apples are rolling
into town by the wagonload. The streets
jammed with wagons carrying four or five
bales of cotton make a fellow feel as if he
just swallowed 'three fingers.’ Deposits in
the banks are piling up. People leave our
stores with great armsful of goods. It’s
’possum time, and ’siminons are getting ripe.
Whoopee! Leterflicker! ”
We can recall nothing in literature com
parable to this except the words of the
prophet Zechariah! “Corn shall make the
young men cheerful, and new wine the
maids.’’ “Wondrous is the season and
mighty the commonwealth that stirs its
scribes to such enthusiasm.
QUIZ
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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
inclosing a two-cent stamp for return
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ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. What was the weight of the first base
ball used? W. T. F.
A. The first baseball used, in 1845,
weighed three ounces.
Q. Is black the color of mourning in all
countries? J. H.
A. Black is not universally used as a sign
of mourning. The South Sea Islanders use
black and white stripes, indicating sorrow
and hope, while in Ethiopia, a grayish
brown, the color of the earth, is worn. In
Persia, the mourning color is light brown,
and in Syria and Armenia, sky blue, indica
tive of heaven. In Turkey, it is violet and
in China white, as an emblem of hope.
Q. How many windows are there in the
top of the Washington Monument? A. B.
T. G.
A. There are eight xvindows, two on each
side.
Q. What verse in 'the Bible o ■ all
the letters of the alphabet? J. M.
A. The 21st verse of the 7th chapter of
the Book of Ezra contains all the letters, of
he alphabet with the exception of the letter
“j,” which was not included in early alpha
bets.
Q. Is it true that there is a nation at
present having no national debt? E. A. S.
A. This is true of the little principality
of Liechtenstein. In this country there is
neither a public debt nor taxes.
Q. Has cigarette smoking increased or de
creased in the last three years? L. M. A.
A. Government figures show that cigarette
smoking has increased almost 50 per cent
within the last three years. During the
month of July, 1 924, treasury figures show
that 6,583.000.000 cigarettes were manufac
tured in the United States.
Q. What is the biggest boat in the world?
B. M. M.
A. The Leviathan long held the title,
which is now property of the M*i',?stic.
The Majestic lias accommodations for 5,100
passengers, while its rival has room for onlv
4,889.
Q. What city had the first official base
ball team? G. M.
A. Cincinnati was the first city to organ
ize a team of salaried baseball players, in
1 869. during which year they did not lose a
single game.
Q. Who was the youngest officer in the
United States army? s. W. S.
A. Secretary of War Stanton bestowed a
commission as Lieutenant, upon Thaddeus
(Tad) Lincoln when young Lincoln was nine
years of age.
Q. How long does the ordinary toad of
east North America live? H. L. D.
A. I rider favorable conditions toads will
live approximately thirty years*
Q. Why do some soaps float while others
sink? S. W. F.
A. The soaps that float are those in which
air has been dissolved during the manufac
turing process.
Q. How did Sing Sing prison get its
name? X. G. P.
-U Sing Smg was derived from the name
Ossining, the village in which the prison is
located. The name comes from the Indian
and means “stony place.’’ ,
Q. How many words does the average
person have at his command? C. M. H.
A. Ine vocabulary of the average edu
cated person seldom exceeds 2.500 words.
Q. When the Prince of Wales lunched
with the President, what was the order of
service? A. M.
A. The head steward of the White House
says that the procedure of service was as
follows: President Coolidge, Mrs. Coolidge,
the Prince of Wales.
Q. How does the Sahara desert compare
with the United States in size? A. E. P.
A. The Sahara has an area of three and
a half million square miles, while continental
Untied States lia>’ but 3,026.789. With
.Maska and our island possessions, our Ter
ritory is slightly larger than the Sahara
Desert.
THE SEA HAWK
BY RAFAEL SABATINI
(Published by Arrangement With First National Pictures,
tn-: Copyrighted by Houghtoti-MiHlin Company.)
CHAPTER \—Continued
x rrllEN Sir Oliver staggered to his feet
\/y found the battle joined. The
* ’ Spaniards had fired a volley from
their calivers and a. dense cloud of smoke
hung above the bulwarks; through this
surged now the corsairs, led by a tall, lean,
elderly man with a flowing white beard and
a. swarthy eagle face. A crescent of emer
alds flashed from his snowy turban; above
it rose the peak of a steel cap, and his
body was cased in chain mail. He swung
a great scimitar, before which the Spaniards
went, down like wheat to the reaper’s sickle.
He fought like ten men, and to support him
poured a never-ending stream of Moslems
to the cry of:
“Din! Din! Allah, Y’Allah!”
Back and yet back went, the Spaniards
before that irresistible onslaught.
Sil Oliver found Yusuf struggling in vain
to rid himself of his chain, and went to his
assistance. He stooped, seized it in both
bands, set. his feet against the bench, ex
erted all his strength, and tore the staple
from the wood. Yusuf was free, save, of
course, that a length of heavy chain was
dangling from his steel anklet. In his turn
he did like service by Sir Oliver, though not
quite as speedily, for strong man though he
was, either his strength was not equal to the
Cornishman’s or else the latter’s staple had
been driven into sounder timber. In the
end, however, it yielded, and Sir Oliver, too,
was free. Then he set the foot that was
hampered by the chain upon the benth, and
with the staple that still hung from the end
of it pried open the link that attached it to
his anklet.
That done, he took his revenge. Crying
“Din!” as loudly as any of the Moslem
boarders, lie flung himself upon the rear
of tlie Spaniards brandishing his chain. In
his hands it became, a terrific weapon. He
used it as a scourge, lashing it to right and
left of him, splitting here a head and crush
ing there a face, until he had hacked away
clean through the Spanish pres.% which, be
wildered by his sudden rear attack, made
but little attempt to retaliate upon the es
caped galley-slave. After him, whirling the
remaining ten feet of the broken oar, came
Yusuf.
Sir Oliver confessed afterward to knowing
very little of what happened in those mo
ments. He came to a full possession of his
senses to find the fight at an end. a cloud
of turbaned corsairs standing guard over a
huddle of Spaniards, others breaking open
the cabin and dragging thence the chests
that it contained, others again armed witli
chisels and mallets passing along the benches
liberating the surviving slaves, of whom the
great majority were children of Islam.
Sir Oliver found himself face to face with
the white-bearded leader of the corsairs, who
was leaning upon his scimitar and regarding
him with eyes at once amused and amazed.
Our gentleman’s naked body was splashed
from head to foot with blood, and in his
right hand he still clutched that yard of iron
links with which he had wrought such
ghastly execution. Yusuf watt standing at
the corsair leader's elbow speaking rapidly.
“By Allah, was ever such a lusty fighter
seen!’’ cried the latter. “The strength of
the Prophet is within him thus to smite the
unbelieving pigs.’’
Sir Oliver grinned savagely.
“I was returning them some of their whip
lashes—with interest,” said he.
And those were the circumstances under
which he came to meet the formidable Asad
ed-Din, Basha of Algiers; those the first
words that passed between them.
Anon, when aboard Asad's own galley he
was being carried to Barbary, he was washed
and his head was shaved all but the fore
lock, by which the Prophet should lift him
up to Heaven when his earthly destiny
should come to be fulfilled. He made no
protest. They washed and fed him and gave
him ease; and so that they did these things
to him they, might do what else they pleased.
At last arrayed in flowing garments that
were strange to him, and with turban wound
around his head, he was conducted to the
poop, where Asad sat with Yusuf under an
awning, and he came to understand that it
was in compliance with the orders of Yusuf
that he had been treated as if be were a
True-Bel ie ver.
Yusuf-ben-Moktar was discovered as a
person of great conseqeuence, the nephew of
Asad-ed-Din, and a favorite with that. .Ex
alted of Allah the Sublime Portal himself,
a man whose capture by Christians had been
a thing profoundly deplored. Accordingly
his delivery from that thraldom was a mat
ter for rejoicing. Being delivered, he be
thought him of his oar-mate, concerning
whom Asad-ed-Din manifested the greatest
curiosity, for in all this world there was
nothing the old corsair loved so much ?.s a
fighter, and in all his days, he vowed, never
had he seen the equal of that stalwart gal
ley-slave. never the like of his performance
with that murderous chain. Yusuf had in
formed him that the man was a fruit ripe
for the Prophet's plucking, that the grace
of Allah was upon him, and in spirit already
he must be accounted a good Moslem.
When Sir Oliver, washed, perfumed, and
arrayed in white caftan and turban, which
gave him the air of being even taller than
he was, came into the presence of Asad-ed-
Din, it’ was conveyed to him that if he
would enter the ranks of the Faithful of the
Prophet's House and devote the strength
and courage with which Allah the One had
endowed him to the upholding of the True
Faith and to the chastening of the enemies
of Islam, great honor, wealth and dignity
were in store for him.
Os all that proposal, made at prodigious
length and with great wealth of Eastern
circumlocution, the only phrase that took
root in his rather bewildered mind was
that which concerned _ the chastening of
ilie enemies of Islam. Ihe enemies of
Islam, he conceived, were his enemies; and
he further conceived that they stood in
great need of chastening, and that to take
a hand in that chastening would be a
singularly grateful task. So he considered
the proposals made him. He considered,
too. that the alternative —in the event of
his refusing to make the protestations of
Faith required of him—was that he must
return to the oar of a galley, of a Moslem
galley now.
Now that was an occupation of which he
had had more than his fill, and since he
had been washed and restored to tlie nor
mal sensations of a clean human being he
found That whatever might be within the
scope of his courage he could not envisage
returning to the oar. We have seen the
ease with which he had abandoned the re
ligion in which he was reared for the Ro
man faith, and how utterly deluded he
had found himself. With the same de
gree of ease did he now go over to Islam,
and with much greater profit. Moreover,
he embraced the religion of Mahomet
with a measure of fierce conviction that
had been entirely lacking from his earlier
a post asy.
He had arrived at the conclusion whilst
aboard the galley of Spain, as we have
seen, that Christianity as practised in his
day was a grim mockery of which the
world were better rid. It is not to be
supposed that his convictions that Chris
tianity was at fault xvent the length of mak
ing him suppose that Islam was right, or
that his conversion to the faith of Mahomet
was anything more than superficial. But
fnrcc'd a? hp was to choosp hpfwprn tap
rowcv’? bench and rhe poop-deck, th**
HOW DOES IT LOOK TO YOl ?
HAVE kept in close touch with the. big
three Atlanta newspapers and read the
New York Times regularly, and I am go-
T
ing to try to tell the Country Home Readers
lidw it looks to me, and they can agree with
me or they can have their own opinion still.
This week’s election has relieved the country
of great anxiety. 1 am so old that. I have
some knowledge, of presidential elections
since .1 840—-that was eighty-four years ago.
I remember only the excitement and some
banners, emblazoned with Tippecanoe and
Tyler too. Some miniature log cabins,
which went along with hard cider, too, were
in evidence, even at a militia court ground
where the election was held in the back
room of my father’s country store. This
back room bad an outside door opening into
the forest land in the rear. 1 could peep in,
and did. (The Cherokee Indians were not
removed until I was three years old—lß3B
and voting was attractive.) I was an eager
listener when the Polk and Clay campaign
was on, and the election was held in the
same place, in 184 4. I stepped inside and
watched what was going on. I had been
there, some little time when my father, one
of the managers, said: “My daughter, go to
your mother. How did you get in here?"
I did not tarry long enough to tell him I
was awful anxious to see Clay elected; but 1
can call to mind my anxiety and later my
disa p point men t.
All along 1 have had these anxious pains,
if I may thus designate them.
1 was very axions about the late election
returns. I had been through tlie Civil war,
with all the ups and downs it brought to
the south, and I could sense trouble ahead
if a deadlock occurred and the congress un
dertook to break it before the 4th of March,
1925.
My recollection of the Tilden-I+ayes cam
paign came over me, also. 1 was in Wash
ington City after tlie election was over, and
Mr. Tilden had only one electoral vote to ob
tain to be president. It was a lively time to
be sure! I did not lose a single thing that
close attention would bring me. I went to
the capitol every day that was possible for
such attendance. 1 heard constantly the talk
in the dining rooms and corridors of the ho
tel. and I shall never forget tlie day when
a Democratic caucus was held in Wormley’s
hotel, and somebody told my husband (and
he told me) that pressure had been put on
certain southern Democrats and the electoral
commission would settle the business. After
that I was prepared to expect—well, what
happened.
I saw President Hayes inaugurated, and
I saw the situation as some other anxious
people saw it. As my husband and I sat in
our hotel, looking out on Pennsylvania ave
nue, with marching hosts, jammed streets,
with banners and bands, that night, said to
me: “It would take only a few gun shots
and the scimitar, he boldly and resolutely
made tlie only choice that in his case
could lead to liberty and life.
Thus he was received into the ranks of
tha Faithful whose pavilions await them in
Paradise set in an orchard of never-failing
fruit, among rivers of milk, of wine, and
of clarified honey. He became the Kayia
or lieutenant to Yusuf on the galley of
that corsair's command, and seconded him
in half a score of engagements with an
ability and a conspicuity that made him
swiftly famous throughout the ranks of the
Mediterranean rovers.
Some six months later In a fight off the
coast of Sicily with one of the galleys of the
Religion—as the vessels of the Knights of
Alalia were Called—Yusuf was mortally
wounded in the very moment of victory.
He died an hour later in the arms of Sir
Oliver, naming the latter his successor in
the command of the galley and enjoining
upon all implicit obedience to him until
they should be returned to Algiers and the
Basha should make known his further will
in the matter.
The Basha’s will was to confirm his neph
ew's dying appointment of a successor, and
Sir Oliver found liimeslf in full command of
a galley. From that hour he became Oliver-
Reis, but very soon his valor and fury
earned him the byname of Sak r-el-Bah r, the
Hawk of the Sea. His fame grew rapidly,
and it spread across the tideless sea to the
very shores of Christendom. Soon he be
came Asad's lieutenant, the second in com
mand of all tlie Algerine galleys, which
meant in fact that he was the commander
in-chief, for*Asad was growing old and took
the sea more and more rarely now. Sakr
el-Bahr sallied forth in his name and his
stead, and such was his courage, his ad
dress, and his good fortune that never did
he go forth to return empty-handed.
It was clear to all that the favor of Al
lah was upon him, that he had been singled
out by Allah to be the very glory of Islam.
Asad, who had ever esteemed him, grew to
love him. An intensely devout man, could
he have done less in the case of one for
whom the Pitying the Pitiful showed so
marked a predilection? It was freely ac
cepted that when the destiny of Asad-ed-Din
should come to be fulfilled Sakr-el-Bahr
must succeed him in the Bashalik of Algiers,
and that thus Oliver-Reis would follow in
the footsteps of Barbarossa, Ochiali, and
other Christian renegades who had become
corsair prince of Islam.
In spite of certain hostilities which bis
rapid advancement begot, and of which we
shall hear more presently, once only did
his power stand in danger of suffering a
check. Coming one morning into the reek
ing bagnio at Algiers, some six months
after he had been raised to his captaincy, he
found there a score of countrymen of his
own. and he gave orders that their fetters
should instantly be struck off and their lib
erty restored them.
Called to account by the Basha for this
action he took a high-handed way, since no
other was possible. He swore by the beard
of the Prophet that if he were to draw the
sword of Mahomet and to serve Islam upon
the seas, he would serve in his own way,
and one of his ways was that his own coun
trymen were to have immunity from the
edge of that same sword. Islam, he swore,
should not be the loser, since for every Eng
lishman he restored to liberty he would
bring two Spaniards. Frenchmen, Greeks, or
Italians into bondage.
He prevailed, but only upon condition that
since captured slaves were the property of
the state, if he desired to abstract them
from that state he must first purchase them
for himself. Since they would then be his
own property he could dispose of them at
his good pleasure. Thus did the wise and
just Asad resolve the difficulty which had
arisen, and Oliver-Reis bowed wisely to that I
decision.
Thereafter what English slaves were
brought to Algiers he purchased, manumit
ted. and found means to send them home
aaain. True, it cost him a fine price yearly,
but he was fast amassing such a wealth as
could easily support this tax.
Continued Tuesday. Renew your subscrip
tion now to avoid missing a chapter of this |
story.
When a man finds a button in the salad
he should hear in mind that it is only a. part
of the dressing.
If th® average man could climb out of the
grav® arM read hi' epitaph bis egotism would
experience & boom. 1
THE COUNTRY HOME
UY SIRS. W. H. FELTON
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER LN, 1»2l.
to start another civil war.” The troops
were there. So when this last election day
came, I was too ailing to leave my house,
and with no news as to the result, until it
was dark in the evening, I prayed.
“Dear Lord, remember the helpless, the in
nocent and give us what Thy Omniscience
knows and what is best for us!” and there
1 tried to lay down my anxiety and wait for
the answer to my sincere and patriotic
prayer. So I ain comfortable as to the re
sult. I believe the entire country shares
that comfortable feeling, too. I hope some
body will take the trouble to explain to me,
if 1 am mistaken, but 1 saw a. movement to
deadlock the election and place Mr. Charles
Bryan in the vice president's chair b.v the
methods used by th? so-called farm bloc,
composed of four western senators and four
southern senators, with a fifth, Senator La
Follette, chairman, and thus unite the solid
south with the radical west i i a combination
to destroy our established form of American
government-—by electoral votes elected in
the states and counted before congress in
February, 1 925, which had been our uni
versal custom heretofore. To lie entirely
frank, I was like the people of Nebraska,
tired and surfeited with Bryanism. Too
much of a good dinner is apt to make one
sick at. the stomach, and my nausea beg'an
to trouble me when the elder Mr. Bryan de
nounced the Democratic Davis as unfit tim
ber for president, at the Madison Square
convention, and three days after the nom
i ination wired his admiration and support to
the new candidate. Meanwhile, it was six
of one and half a dozen of the other, if Mr.
Charles Bryan would not be placed on the
La Follette, rather than the Davis, ticket,
and that impression doubtless prevailed in
Nebraska, where Coolidge carried the state,
from the highest to the lowest candidate, and
with short shrift for its governor, Charles
Bryan.
1 am no prophetess, but that combination
in the senate with four solid south senators
and five western state Republicans to con
trol a presidential election, will not be very
palatable history to read about fifty years
from today. Senator Wheeler, a renegade
Democrat, and Gaston Means and “Miss
Roxie,” and their cohorts which assailed a
; dead president and made effort to defame
the chief executive of tne nation, and you
i can understand why the election carried ev
i ery state in the union vote for Coolidge, ex
i. cept Wisconsin and the old Confederate
' states, leaving out the gallant Kentuckian,
i who made such a poor race in the Blue
i Grass state. Missouri, barring Senator Jim
■ Read, has about absolved itself of solid
; south politics, owing to an excess of Bryan
ism in 1912 and the fate of Hon Champ
Clark by one of his own delegates, hailing
fiom Nebraska, who went over to Mr. Wil
son for sake of a high office.
| SEX TRUTH
By Dr. Frank Crane
AVERY significant phenomenon in book
dom is a number of small volumes by
various authors giving instruction to
children in the facts and laws of sex.
The subject is delicate and dangerous. In
its inflammable nature it ranks with reli
gion. And yet both religion and sex are
issues of life and death to the people, and
it is high time that they who teach the
young should find some way to give them
that information absolutely necessary to
their health and happiness without doing by
their teaching more harm than good.
There is every reason in the world why a
child should know the truth about his body.
Ignorance is always and ever the mother of
disaster.
| And be ought to know the laws of repro
duction before that age when nature forces
I the sex problem upon him.
i The person who should teach him these
laws is the parent, school teacher, or the
duly accredited physician-teacher.
A child of eight or ten can learn sex
truths, when they are imparted to him as
colorlessly as the truths of botany or geolo
| gy, without iu the least soiling his mind.
About this subject all young human beings
i are naturally curious. And it is upon sub
jects in regard to which one is curious that
he needs instruction most, and it is here he
retains information best.
The child gets sex facts in any case. De
nied due satisfaction for his inquiries by
those elders to whom he first and most
naturally turns, he invariably gets it else
where, and -usually gets wrong information
and false theories, which are given him un
der conditions of secrecy and glamour that
work moral lesion in him. What he cannot
I find out in the house or the schoolroom,
j from mother and teacher, he will discover
from his playmates; and among the latter
it is the most vicious and morbid who are
most eager to tell him.
Reserve and decency are as desirable now,
in respect to certain things, as they were in
the days when Cicero remarked upon them.
! Indiscriminate writing or speaking upon the
sacredest functions of the body would be in
! tolerable. Our people would never stand
for anything remotely approaching obscenity,
j particularly where it touches our children.
But indecency is entirely a matter of place,
time and circumstance. What is proper in
a physician's office would jiot be proper as a
i matter of talk at Hie dinner table. What is
proper for a professor to say at a hospital
clinic would not be proper for a preacher to
say to a Sunday congregation.
Nothing is intrinsically unclean. Things
are made unclean by perverted minds.
“Don’t you think that what So-and-So said
Is indecent?” some one asked Samuel John
son. “No,” was the reply, “but your ques-
I tion is.”
Let the children be taught, under right
circumstances and by the right persons, the
simple, plain, clean truth about that func
tion of life which has most to do with their
earthly happiness and sanity, to say nothing
of their immortal souls, and you lay them
under an obligation they will remember all
their days, and you will do them a deed
of helpfulness for which many a time after
they have reached adulthood they Avill arise
and call you blessed.
The teaching of sex facts in the schools
will be watched with interest. Meanwhile,
however, the two people upon whom this
responsibility primarily rests are the father
and mother; and they may be sure that
what sacred truth they conceal will be re
vealed twisted into levity and evil incitement
by all the arts of the devil. •
(Copyright, 1924.)
MY FAVORITE STORIES
*• ■
By Irving S. Cobb
HEN hostilities were threatening with
Germany back in 1917, a lusty patriot'
strode xvith a business-like air into a
w
recruiting office and announced that he de- ‘
sired to enlist in the army. He passed the
verbal tests, but the medical examination !
was a different story.
At the conclusion of the inquiry the offl- i
ciating surgeon shook his head.
“My boy,” he said, “I’m sorry to tell you ;
that we can't use you in the army. You <
have a. floating kidney.”
“That’s a pretty howdy-do!” exclaimed
th© applicant. “What’s a fellow going to I
do that wants tn serve his country and is j
The Second Mrs. Strong
BY HAZEL DEYD BnCHEI U
What has gone before. —A.
Strong marries his stenographer, .
Benton, and when he brings her 1
after the honeymoon his daughter,
Claudia, does everything in her power
to make things unpleasant. . Matthew
feels that he has made a mistake when
Julie fails in her social duties, and he
cannot help contrasting her with Mar
garet Davenport, a woman in his own
class. Bradford Pierce, a friend of
Matthew's, is kind to Julie, and under
takes to help her. Claudia reads a
different meaning into this friendship,
and leads her father to suspect the
same thing. Just at this time, how
ever, Claudia falls under the spell of a
man named Harris Fiske, who makes
love to her and gets her to admit that
she cares for him. Then she discovers
that he is married. —Now go on with
the story.
CHAPTER XXXX Ilt
A Wild Hope
•ATURALLY Julie's next meeting xyith
Bradford Pierce was fraught wi h dif
ficulty. Os late she had been almost
N
happy with him. It had been almost as if
something had been liberated in her and she
had been free to express her personality
without self-consciousness. But Matthew’s
words had robbed her of her freedom. She
greeted Bradford with a rather stiff dignity
and he knew in a minute (hat something
had happened.
As usual, they were in the library, tea be
tween them. Bradford had brought her a
package of new books, but she had put them
aside xvith a rather stilted “thank you,” in
stead of her usual gay enthusiasm, and as
he watched her now as she bent absorbedly
over the tea things he felt a newly erected
barrier between them.
“Julie,” he said suddenly, “what is it?”
She started and dropped the sugar tongs
with a little jangle on the glass tray.
“I don't understand,” she said, lifting
her eyes to his.
“Something is wrong,” Bradford persisted.
“You're not frank »with me, and I had
grown to feel that you could tell me any
thing.”
“There isn't anything to tell,” she re
turned slowly, and then suddenly she
dropped her eyes and a hot flush crept Tip
into her cheeks. Bradford stared at her.
Julie was confused, almost shy. Never be
fore had she been anything but reniote from
him, unaware of any self-consciousness. Now
she was different, and because Bradford was
a man and in love with this woman he mis
took the reason for her confusion.
A wild hope leaped up in his heart, a hops
that until now he had deliberately crushed.
If she cared- for him it might be possible for
things to be adjusted. He might some day
take her for his wife, she might belong to
him! The thought was intoxicating. It
made the blood hum in his temples, and.
quite suddenly he found himself leaning for
ward in his chair.
“Julie.”
Again she started. There was something
strange in his voice, a. note she had never
heard before, and this time as she looked at
him her eyes were startled, afraid.
Bradford drew back. Had he been mis
taken after all? He must not frighten her
and most of all he must be sure before ho
said anything definite.
“Julie, tell me what is troubling you,” h®
said very gently.
“Oh, please,” she began with a little futila
gesture of her hands, “ft's nothing, nothing
at all, only sometimes I feel that I'm not
making any progress, that I’ll never be what
I want to be, that everything istfutile and
it's foolish for me to try any longer.”
“Is that all?” he asked searchingly.
She nodded, but somehow that single
movement of her head was not convincing,
although he did not press the point and with
an effort plunged into a conversation that
was' general.
Julie responded after a fashion, but with,
nothing like her usual spontaneity. It was
almost as if she were guarding herself,
Bradford thought, and that was the truth,
He had frightened her. That note in hi»
voice and the quick gleam in his eyes when
he had spoken her name added to Matthew's
criticism of her, had put her on her guard.
She was far from being conceited, but her
intuition had told her that Bradford’s atti
tude toward her in that-moment had been
changed. Something warmer had crept into
it, something that frightened her. He had
been such a splendid friend, such a safe bul
wark for her to lean against, while now ev
erything seemed different. Was it merely
her stupid Imagination playing tricks on her
or had Bradford actually looked at her with
passion in. his eyes? She had seen that look
In Matthew’s eyes long ago and she loved
Matthew. She would never love any one else.
Tuesday—“ Julie, Look at Me!” Renew
your Mibwcriptiou now to avoid nilssing *
chapter of this story.
ANTS RUN A DAIRY
LOS ANGELES, Nov. 11.—The Argentine
ant, well-known pest, has gone seriously into
the dairy business in California. Cultivat
ing domestic animals is supposed to be a
peculiar function of intelligent man. Not
so; the little black ant is no sluggard, and
has picked on sap-sucking bugs as its “dairy
herd.”
Tlie ant has an extremely sweet tooth,
ft prizes honey most highly, but unhappily
it is ejected summarily and violently from
bee hives on all occasions when burglary
is attempted. The next best sweetmeat is
honey-dew, a saccharine liquid exuded by
certain scale insects and lice which infest
farm and orchard plants. Ranchers now
view the spectacle of industrious ants carry
; ing their honey-cows up into orange trees,
seeking new tender foliage which the “herd”
will enjoy. The scale insects lack both ths
interprize and the ability to reach exten
sive new grazing territory alone, but under
the tender care of the ants they wax fat,
multiply and give down much honey-dew.
These operations have led hasty observers
to conclude that the ants were eating or
sucking orange leaves.
But the greediness of the ant is its un
doing. The orchardist hangs a dainty mor
sel of sweet gelatin, or a sponge soaked in
syrup, in the tree. The syrup contains
about one-five-hundredths part of arsenic,
rhe percentage of poison is cleverly ad
justed so that the syrup will not kill ths
roving worker ant, even if the creature
stuffs its crop with the bait. On the ar
rival of the ant at its home colony, how
ever, both queen and young partake and
die. The southern California orchardist or
housewife can contract nowadays by ths
year for ant extermination on a city lot, acre
or ranch. The business is becoming a recog
nized part of agricultural insect pest con
trol along with direct campaigns against th®
sucking bugs themselves. —Science Service.
Money you bet on tl.e mare doos not al
ways make her go under the wire first.
Young man, if you don't believe that kiss
ing is unhealthful—just let the girl's dad
catch you at it.
barred out just because he happens to have
a floating kidney?”
"Well,” said the doctor, “that might let
you in. the navy.”
(Copyright, 1921.) < ;