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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they
shall be called the children of God.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall
see God. Blessed are the merciful, for
they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are they
who do hunger and thirst after righteous
ness, for they shall be filled. Blessed arc
the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they that mourn, for they
shall be comforted. —Matthew 5:9-4.
The Winner of the Wil son
Prize
TO Lord Robert Cecil, one of the truly
noble figures of international states
manship, goes the 1924 award of the
Woodrow Wilson Foundation, a prize of
twenty-five thousand dollars, for “meritori
ous service of a public character tending to
the establishment of peace througn justice.”
It is for far-ranging and continuous en
deavor rather than for any single accom
plishment that he is honored. His services
are thus outlined by the Foundation: “For
five years he has carried on the ideals ot
\Mr. Wilson. In the Italo-Grecian crisis a
year ago he fought for peace, for mediation,
for a fair settlement, with an honesty and
a rightness which could not be denied. He
was instrumental in gaining statehood for
Albania, thereby tending to assure peace in
the Balkans. He has aided In the develop
ment of an international conscience in the
matter of mandates—‘the sacred trusts of
civilization,’ dreamed by Woodrow Wilson.
He has been a pioneer for control in arms
traffic. He has been unceasingly active in
behalf of racial, religious and linguistic mi
norities.”
This is Indeed a shining sum. It is quite
supposable that but. for efforts of Viscount
Cecil the world would lack much of its
quickened hope for a better day; certainly it
would lack much of renewed good will and
understanding. What he has done, what he
has tried to do, what he has held aloft amid
the murk and clash of selfish aims, has made
for an international attitude ot miiid that
cannot be too highly valued.
Born an aristocrat, the third son of the
Marquis of Salisbury, Lord Robert. Cecil Is
one of the groat. Liberals of the ago. His
devotion to the right and the welfare of the
rank and silo of humankind Is, doubtless, the
main motive of his labors for peace pence
through justice. During the World War he
held important posts under the British mln
istry ot foreign affairs, and subsequent!.'
wont to the Paris pence conference. There
he aroused singular interest by the frank
ness and freedom with which he would dif
fer from his own country’s colleagues when
he deemed them in error, and also by his
pleas for the broadest sort of International
co-operation as distinguished from the old
balances of power. After the establishment
ot the League of Nations he entered its
assembly as a representative, not ot Great
Britain, but of the Union of South Africa,
and contributed notably to its achievements
in sundry fields. Some years later he was
named by Britain as the Empire s repre
sentative at Geneva, so that he acquired
membership in the league's Council as well
as in its Assembly.
Viscount Cecil’s tribute to Woodrow Wil
son upon the latter’s death in February of
this year was one of the most discerning of
the thousands said, and is newly interesting
today as a revelationA'f the Cecil personality
itself. “Wilson,” he said, “had many and
great qualities of mind. A vigorous thinker,
he had intellectual imagination in a high de
gree, and outstanding eloquence. Rut these
gifts, great as the' were, were not his great
est. In them he bad man.' competitors, and
perhaps man.' equals, among his contempo-
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| raries. But in two qualities as rare as they
are precious, he surpassed almost everyone;
I his faith was unquenchable, and his ocurage
; never failed him.”
Beautifully fitting it is that the award of
i the Woodrow Wilson Foundation. should
have fallen to one so keenly appreciative of
his spirit and so valiant in service to his
“vision splendid.” The jury making the
award was composed of Dr. Charles W.
Eliot, president-emeritus of Harvard; Judge
Florence E. Allen, of the Ohio supreme
court; Dr. James R. Angell, president of
Yale; Mrs. Dorothy Canfield Fisher, the au
thor; Raymond B. Fosdick, David F. Hous
ton, Thomas W. Lamont, Henry Noble Mac-
Cracken, president of Vassar, and Ida M.
Tarbell. The Wilson Foundation was estab
lished by subscriptions from admirers of the
former president and believers in the ideals
of justice and peace for which he stood.
The head of its board of trustees, Mr.
Norman H. Davis, explains in announcing
the award that nominations were not re
stricted, but were made by numerous per
sons and groups in response to the invita
tion of last summer. In all one hundred
names were thus submitted. The decision for
Viscount Cecil was unanimous. “The board
of trustees,” states Mr. Davis, “felt that it
would be most appropriate that the first
award should be granted to the person or
persons who had done most to carry on the
work for world peace which Mr. Wilson be
gan, and that since peace is not a local
problem, but an international one, such an
award should not be limited to Americans.
They therefore advised the jury of award
that this year's award should be made to
the person or persons, Irrespective of na
tionality, who had rendered the most meri
torious service of a public chaacter looking
toward the establishment of peace through
justice, and who had done most to give ef
fect to the ideals and the great plan for
world peace to which Mr. Wilson gave .so
much thought and effort.”
Is the Earth Slozving Down?
Astronomers ten us the day is
growing longer—not the hours of
daylight in the shortening December
day, but the period of rotation by the
I earth upon its theoretical axis; in a word,
the earth is slowing down in spite of the
general and hectic notion that' everything
about the earth is speeding up.
Professor Ernest W, Brown, of Yale Uni
versity, announces that an exhaustive study
of ancient eclipses indicates that the earth
spins today in a more leisurely fashion than
it did one thousand, two thousand, or sev
eral thousand years ago, and that we are
warranted in the assumption that it will
continue to slow down as the thousands of
years slide by on Professor Einstein’s ‘‘time
line” in the illimitable limbo of the past.
However, we need not apprehend that the
earth presently is to start wobbling like a
top running down, or that, finally ceasing
to spin altogether it will -go plunging—into
what?
The rate of decrease in the spin is cal
culated by the careful and conservative pro
fessor at one-tenth bf a second per day every
thousand years—a decrease probably out
side the notice of e'en the oldest inhabi
tant today, so far as his personal observa
tion is to be trusted.
But the detection of so small a change
over so lengthy a period is in itself a tri
umph of mathematical astronomy, and the
story of it constitutes another fine compli
ment to the powers of modern, ratiocination,
though the first notice that there was some
thing wrong with the earth’s rotation was
announced by the great English astronomer.
Halley, who could not reconcile the motion
of the moon as It then was known with its
motion of centuries earlier.
The theories then advanced for this dis
crepancy were, first, that the attraction of
other planets, though minute, was sufficient
to account for a gradual change in the speed
of the terrestrial rotation, and. second, that
the friction of the tides of the sea was ex
ercising a "drag” that was slowing down the
spin of the earth.
In the last decade, calculations of the
most astonishing nicety have shown that
oceanic friction actually doos account for
this phenomenon. The earth really is spin
ning more slowly than a thousand years
ago, and when it is stated that the de
crease in the spin amounts to more than
thirty-six seconds in the terrestrial year it
sounds like a much more imporatnt differ
ence than the statement that the length of
a single rotation has been increased by one
tenth of a second in the last thousand
.'ears.
Rut this interesting change really is noth
ing much to worry about.
Cheer up! 'The Department of Agricul
ture hue discovered a new gooseberrv!—-
Detroit News.
Congress will stand back of Coolidge, says
a headline, but he had much better have
them where he can watch them.—Norfolk
Ledger Dispatch.
If some people spent more time solving
their ov n problems they would not be taking
c>n so many added responsibilities. Canton
(Dai I ,' News.
| THE SEA HAWK
—
BY RAFAEL SABATINI
| (Published by Arrangement With First National Pictures.
Inc. Copyrighted by Houghton-Mifflin Company.)
CHAPTER NIX (Continued)
WITH the toe of his slipper Sakr-el-
Bahr stirred his brother.
“Look up, dog,” lie hade him.
“Consider me that, man, and see if you
know him again. Look at him, I say!”
And Lionel looked, yet since clearly he
I did so without recognition, his brother ex-
I plained:
I “His name among Christians was Jasper
Leigh. lie was the skipper you bribed to
carry me into Barbary. He was taken in
j his own toils when his ship was sunk by
| Spaniards. Later he fell into my power.
! and because I lorebore from hanging him
lie is today my faithful follower. I should
bid him tell you what he knows,” he con
fined, turning to Rosamund, “if I thought
you would believe his tale. But since I
am assured you would not, I will take
other means.”
He swung round to Jasper again.
“Bid All heat me a pair of steel manacles
in a brazier and hold them in readiness
against my need of them.” And he waved
his hand.
Jasper bowed and vanished.
“The bracelets shall coax confession from
your own lips, my brother.”
“I have naught to confess,” protested
Lionel. “You may force lies from me with
your ruffianly tortures.”
Oliver smiled.
“Not a doubt but that lies will flow’ from
you more readily than truth. But we shall
j have truth, too, in the encl, never doubt it.”
He was mocking, and there was a subtle
I purpose underlying his mockery.
“And you shall tell us a full story,” he
i continued, ‘‘in all its details, so that Mis
tress Rosamund's last doubt shall vanish.
You shall tell her how you lay in wait for
him that evening in Godolphin r'ark; how
yon took him unawares, and——’’
“That is false!” cried Lionel in a passion
of sincerity that brought him to his feet.
It was false, indeed, and Oliver knew it,
and deliberately had recourse to falsehood,
using it as a fulcrum upon which to lever
out the truth.
“False?” he cried in scorn. “Come, now,
be reasonable. The truth, ere torture sucks
it out of yon. Reflect that I know all—-
exactly as yojt told me. How was it, now.
Lurking behind a bush you sprang upon
him unawares and ran him through before
he could so much as lay a hand to his
sword, and so-—”
‘‘The lie of that is proven by the very
I facts themselves,” was the furious interrup
tion.
A subtle judge of tones might have real
ized that here was truth indeed, angry, in
dignant truth that compelled conviction.
“His sword lay beside him when they
found him.”t
But Oliver was loftily disdainful.
Do I not know? Yourself you drew it
after you had slain him.”
The taunt performed its deadly work.
For just one instant Lionel was carried off
his feet by the luxury of his genuine indig
i nation, anil in that one instant he was lost.
"As God’s my witness, that is false!” he
cried wildly. “And you know it. I fought
I him fair—”
He checked a long, shuddering, indrawn
. bieat.i that was horrible to hear.
I Then silence followed, all three remaining
i motionless as statues: Rosamund white and
tense, Oliver grim and sardonic, Lionel limp,
and overwhelmed by the consciousness of
how he had been lured into self-betrayal.
At last it. was Rosamund who spoke and
her voice shook and shifted from key to key
despite her strained attempt to keep it level.
‘’What—-what did you say, Lionel?” she
asked.
Oliver laughed softly.
“He was about to add proof of! his state
ment, I think,” he jeered. “Ho was about
to mention the wound he took in that, fight
which left those tracks in the snow, thus to
1 prove that I lied—as indeed I did—when I
I said that he took Peter unawares.”
j “Lionel!” she cried.
i She advanced a step anti made as if to
I hold out her arms to him, then let. them fall
! again beside her. He stood stricken, answer
' ing nothing.
I Lionel!” she cried again, her voice grow-
' ing suddenl.v shrill. “I s this true?”
"Did you not hear him say it?” quoth
Oliver.
i She stood swaying a moment looking at
Lionel, her white face distorted' into a mask
ot unutterable pain. Oliver stepped towards
i her. ready to support her, fearing that she
was about to fall. But with an imperious
I hand she checked his advance, and by a su
• preme effort controlled her weakness. Yet
’ her knees shook under her. refusing their
! otfiee. She sank down upon the divan and
covered her face with her hands.
God pity me!” she moaned and sat
huddled there, shaken with sobs.
I Lionel started at that heart-broken cry.
j ( owerlng, he approached her. and Oliver
grim and sardonic, stood back, a spectator
'of the siqne ho had precipitated. He knew
that given rope Lionel would enmesh him-
, sell still further. There must be explana
tions that would damn him utterly. Oliver
, was well content to look on.
<. , ,n 11 ’>d ! came Lionel’s piteous cry.
Lose! Have mercy! Listed ere vou judge
me. Listen lest you misjudge me!”
I "Aye, listen to him,” Oliver flung in, with
I his soft, hateful laugh. “Listen to him. 1
doubt he’ll be vastly entertaining.”
That sneer was a spur to the wretched
I Lionel.
j _ “Rosamund, all that he has told you of it
ls L'lse. I l it was done in self-defense.
| li is a lie that I took him unawares.” His
words came wildly now. “We had quarreled
about about a certain matter and as the
de'il would have it we met that evening in
Godolphin Park, he and 1. He taunted me;
i he stiuck me, and finally he drew upon me
and forced me to draw that I might defend
my life. That is the truth. I swear to you
here on m\ knees in the sight of Heaven 1
An d '
“Enough, sir! Enough!” she broke in
controlling herself to check these protests
that but heightened her disgust.
N.i\. hear me yet. I implore you: that
knowinc all you may be merciful in 'our
judgment.”
"Merciful?” she cried, and almost seemed
to laugh.
“It was ar. accident that I slew him,”
Lionel raved on. “I never meant if. I
never meant to do more than ward and
preserve :)1 y life. tj u: v ,hen swor(ls are
< i ossed more may happen than a ma i in
tends. I take God to witness that his death
was an accident resulting from his own
’ checked her sobs. and she con-
"Was it al.-o an a<<ident that vou loft ro
and ail the world in the belief tint the
was your brother’s?” slip asked him
, Up covered his face, as if unable to en
dure her glance.
“Did you but know how I lov-d vou—
even tn those days, in secret—you would
perhaps pity me a little,” he whimpered
“Pity?”
*• ’SclPcitP 1H n * Tin vnn QUA frir n’lv
VOU?”
“Vrt vou niust pitv nip did vou know th°
| -1 know Ilin srratno.-s ot your infamy, .
RARE NEWS FROM
PARTS.— —Mme. Colette, the popular nov-,
elist, is tlie, latest of well-known Pa
risians to become converted, as a re- i
suit of personal experience, to the belief that ;
it is now possible, thanks to modern scien- ’
title research, to recover one’s youth, ‘‘ls it I
possible,” she asked her audience during a i
recent lecture, “to regenerate Hie aging hu- !
man organism by injecting a certain quanti- I
ty of young and vigorous blood?” Answer-!
ing her own question, the witty author of :
“Claudine” enthusiastically replied ‘‘Yes. A
woman has actually followed this wonderful
treatment. Look at me. That woman is '
myself.” And certainly Mme. Colette's!
youthful appearance confirms her words.
The scientist over whose method Mme.
Colette is so enthusiastic is Dr. Jaworski, !
who is now being overwhelmed by demands ;
from fair Parisiennes who desire to be made i
young again. Interviewed in his laboratory i
this morning he stated that the new process. ;
which he calls “homohaemotherapy,” is only ;
one of the innumerable results obtained from |
researches in which he has been engaged for !
many years. His system is to inject blood ;
from young men and women of from twenty !
to twenty-five years of age, who are hand- I
somely paid for their services. [
REVIVING SILK-WORM INDUSTRY
BERLIN. —Herr von Waldenburg, presi
dent of the German Entomological associa
tion, has made near Guben, a city in the .
province of Bradenburg, the beginnings of a j
silk-worm farm. A piece of land has been i
rente.d from the city and planted with mul
berry trees and bushes, on the leaves of |
which the silk-worm feeds. The silk-worms !
acclimatize themselves readily, and it is be- [
MOTHER AND NEWSPAPERS By John Carlyle
Til hl writer listened with a great deal of
interest, some time ago to the brilliant I
Nancy Langhorne, of Virginia, who is j
now Lady Astor, of England. She became !
the first woman member of the British par
liament. And she won that distinction not
by wealth, but. by merit.
In lavender and a drooping, brorad
brimmed hat, she is charming, but even men
soon forget her appearance and listen to her
words.
This is what I heard her say:
“The two greatest forces for good in the
world today are the mothers and the press.”
That is a big order for editors—-to be as
useful as mothers.
Os course, Lady Astor was flattering the
press. There is no force in all the earth I
and nev r van be that will equal in power !
for good the influence of mothers.
Mothers are God’s personal agents.
But the press has the opportunity and the I
QUIZ
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Q. Who was the first man to make a bal
loon ascension in the United States? W.
W. F.
A. Jean Pierre Blanchard, a Frenchman,
made the first ascent in the country. At
10 o’clock on the morning of January 9,
! 1793, tlie balloon arose from the Prison
Court, Philadelphia. President Washington
! was among the spectators.
Q. When was copper discovered? R. E, T.
A. Copper and copper alloy objects are
found in tlie prehistoric remains of Egypt,
I dating back to the fourth /lynasty, 3800 to
i 4 77 B. C. It was found in Asia Minor,
dating probaby to 3000 B. C., and in China
ito about 2500 B. C. The remains of the
Mycenaean, Phoenician, Babylonian and As
syrian civilization (1 ISO to 500 B. (’.),
j have yielded a'variety of copper and bronze
: objects.
Q. What animals furnish the most food
: to man in proportion to the feed they re
quire? A. M.
A. The Department of Agriculture says
that considering Hie amount, of food for
humans produced by the animals front the
food raised on an acre of land, thje dairy
i cow leads all others. Next to the dairy
cow in food production from the yield on
an acre of land comes the hog.
Q.. Why did Germany build the ZR-3 for
the United States? J. J.
. A. According to Armistice terms Hie
I’nited States was entitled to two rigid air
ships. These were destroyed by the Ger
mans before being taken over by this Gov
ernment. As tlie I ailed States "tinted a
sample of their best work, a request was
made of the Council of Ambassadors
through Myrpn T. Herrick, United States
Ambassador to France, that these two rigid
airships be replaced. We first asked for
one with 100,009 cu. m. capacity, but the
Powers objected, so a compromise was made
on one with 70,000 cu. m. capacity, which
is larger than either of the two destroyed.
Ihe Z.R-2 was constructed solely for the
I nited States and did not cost the United
States anything except accessories, which
amounted to approximately .s.‘>o,ooo.
W > hat iS * he wed<ling rin S of England?
A. Ihe “wedding ring of England” is the
ruby ring, which forms a part of the king’s
coronation insignia. It is made of pure gold.
At the back is a large violet ruby marked
with a cross of St. George and encircled by
twenty-six diamonds.
Q. How many quarantine stations does
the government maintain? R. R.
A. There are 73 quarantine stations in the
toniinenlal 1 nited States and 29 in our in
sular possessions.
ot your falseness, of your cowardice, of
your baseness. Oh!"
He stretched out suppliant hands to her;
there were tears now in his eyes.
“Os your charity, Rosamund—”he was
beginning, when jit last Oliver intervened.
“I think you are wearying the lady.” he
said, and stirred him with his foot. “Relate
to us instead some more of your astounding
accidents. They are more diverting. Eluci
date the accident by which you had me kid
naped to be sold into slavery. Tell us of
the accident by which you succeeded to ’ny
property. Expound to tlie full the acci
dental < ircumstances of which throughout
you have been tlie unfortunate victim.
Come. man. ply your wits. ’Twill make a
pretty tale.”
And then came Jasper to announce that
\li waited with the brazier and the heated
manacles.
"They are no longer needed.” said Oliver.
’ Take this slave hence with you. Bid Ali to
take charge of him. and at dawn to see
him chained to one of the oars of my
galeasse. Away with him.”
Lionel rose to his feet. hi. face ashen.
“Wait! All. wait! Rosamund!” he cried.
Oliver caught him by the nape of his
neck, spun him round and flung him into
the arms of Jasper.
“Take him away!” he growled, and Jas
per took the wretch by the shoulders and
urged him out. leaving Rosamund and Oliver
Barbary.
< < >n t ilili■*<! I il«•'»«I:i > . Renew your Mib-
vetiption now io avoid mis-ing a chapter of
this splendid story. [
SATURDAY. DECEMBER 20, 1024
THE WIDE WORLD
lieved that an important industry can even
tually be built up.
There was a considerable silk-worm cul
ture in Prussia under Frederick the Great,
but it was allowed to die out.
VIENNA AMUSEMENTS CLOSE
VIENNA.—Much has been written about
the success of the League of Nations in re
habilitating Austria, but the situation of
Vienna’s amusement industry speaks a dif
ferent language. A great part of the restau
rants, bars, cases and cabarets are closed
down, and the theaters face collapse. Wide
ly-known places like th» “Parisien,” “Fem
inia,” “Tabarin,” “Hoelle” and the “Reich
shallen” have closed forever.
When the Viennese have no money for
amusements their situation must be des
perate. •
HOUSE 4.000 YEARS OLD
COPENHAGEN.—Excavations on the small
Danish island, Lind, have uncovered a well
preserved house from the stone age. The
director of the Copenhagen National Museum
estimates its age at 4,000 years.
Lind is very rich in prehistoric objects.
More than 1 3,000 have been unearthed there
in the last twenty years.
M. HERRIOT’S ELEPHANT
PARIS. —A big elephant arrived the other
day from the French colonies in India as a
present for M. Herriot, the French premier.
It is called Lulu and is eleven years old,
and is accompanied by its own veterinary
surgeon. It is to be placed in the zoological
garden of Lyons, M. Herriot having been
mayor of this town for many years.
machinery for carrying a decent gospel to
millions.
By a decent gospel I mean a gospel of
faith in human progress, ot faith in the ulti
mate triumph of wise ideas, of faith in peo
ple’s capacty to partic’'ate in an improving
civilization.
Those who do not. believe that the world
is getting better and will get a great deal
better would serve best by getting out of the
way and giving room for others.
It is a great challenge that the wise Lady
Astor throws down to the press. If a news
paper is not engaged in providing accurate
information and forwarding decent projects,
it is not making an effort to t"ke its place
alongside that other sublime influence in
the life of the world—the influence of
m
With mothers what they are and with
newspapers what they might be, we should
i find a new glory on the face of the earth.
i MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irving S. Cobb
I like the tale of little Hazel who xvent
to bed one night, all tired out, but first she
knelt at her bedside and said: “Now I lay
me down to sleep.” At the conclusion, fol
lowing the parental injunction, she asked
the Lord to bless all the members of the
family. It was a very large family. Wearily
the child plodded along through the list
until she had named the last cousin.
Then with an air of weary relief she rose
from her knees.
“I wish I had the kind of kinfolks that
would pray for themselves,” she said.
Os somewhat similar tenor is one relat
ing to a small boy who for a flagrant of
fense against discipline had felt the maternal
Slipper.
Through the day he nursed a desire for
vengeance. His chance came at night.
According to routine, he knelt and prayed,
wi.nding up with an invocation on behalf of
all his relatives. But there was one name
he did not include.
As he straightened after the long-drawn
“Amen.” he fixed a look of triumph upon
the maternal form.
“There, now,” he remarked. “I hope you
noticed you wasn’t in it!”
(Copyright, 1924.)
QUIPS AND QUIDDITIES
The detective made his way up the stairs
of the office building and presented himself
at the door of the music academy.
“Excuse me,” he said to the young lady
who opened the door, "but I hope that
you’ll give me what information you have
and not make a fuss.”
“What do you mean?” was the indignant
question.
“Why, that little affair—you know,” said
the detective.
“I don’t understand you at all,” replied
the young lady freezingly.
“Why, we got a tip front the house next
door that somebody here has been murder
ing Wagner, and I’ve been sent along to
look into the case.”
A "'oman was crossing the street when a
big dog ran into her with such force that it
knocked her down. Just then a light car
nearly ran o'er her. A man, witnessing the
accident, came to her assistance.
“Did that dog hurt you?” he asked.
She looked at him a little dazed and re
plied:
“No. the dog didn’t, hurt me. It was the
tin can tied to its tail.”
She was In Alaska looking over a fox
farm. After admiring a beautiful silver
specimen she asked her guide:
"Just how many times can the fox be
skinned for his fur?”
“Three times, madam,” said the guide
gravely. “Any more than that would spoil
his temper.”
Jim was newly married. One day when
he arrived home he found his wife had been
baking and there was a pie ot immense
length on the table.
“What’s this, Maggie?” he asked.
“That’s rhubarb pie,” replied Maggie
proudly.
“And whatever have yon made such a long
one for?” asked her husband.
“Why,” said Maggie in an aggrieved tone,
“it’s only as long as the rhubarb.”
“Your show is the worst we have* ever had
here.” said the manager of a theater in a
western town, as he handed the manager of
the touring company his share of the box
I office receipts.
“That’s strange!” said the manager of the
company. “Why, when we played in Omaha
we had the longest run in the history of the
city!”
“I’m sorry!” replied the manager of the
theater.
“Sorry about what?”
“Sorry the audience abandoned the chase.”
Harry wanted a dog, and bad had many
arguments with his mother on the subject.
He was sent to the grocer’s, and was gone
so long that his mother became anxious.
Stepping to a window she saw Harry down
the street manfully pulling at a rope, the
other end of which was tied around the neck
of a small dog. The pup was resisting every
step of the way.
Presently Harry entered the room.
“Mother.” ho cried, “won't you lot mo
keep th- li'tlc dog? It followed me home.”
THE TREE OF TREES H
By Dr. Frank Crane H
I HAVE never been there, but I want to
go; to the country of Mexico, to
the town of Oxaca, thence east two and /H
a half league to the village of Santa Maria/ B
del Title, and there in the graveyard to look B
upon a tree, the oldest known living thing B
on the planet, to sit in its shelter, to put B
my hand upon its trunk, to feel its shade B
penetrate my soul with such a sense of years B
as no other terrestrial object can give. 9|
If I were a heathen man I should worship B
not, only the sun but the tree. Os all plant JB
life the tree seems nearest to man. W H
At the traditional beginning of human/ 1 ■
existence is the Tree of Knowledge in thru M
Garden of Eden; at the end of the Tree of/ H
Life in Heaven. B
The tree is man's storehouse, furnishing B
him with shelter, food, building material, B
furniture and weapons. It is mankind's H
oldest friend. B
Victor Hugo points out how the river with
its tributaries is made upon the pattern of
the tree with its branches. Look at your:' B
map and see the, tree-like lines of the Ama-?' B
zon and the Mississippi. B
It heard from the winds the stories of this B
rise and fall of Babylon, Nineveh, and the H
obliterated civilization of Yuccatan. B
Primeval monsters have lounged in its jB
shade, ape-men have fought beside it, its/ B
memory goes back to where there were nd B
men. H
Long, silent ages it lived before the Norse- 9
men ever saw the New World, or Columbus S
sighted its islands, or Cortez butchered its fl
inhabitants. But it was old when fl
was a wilderness and England a savage fl
It is older than any monument made by H
human hands; beside it. the pyramids are H
young, the temples of Karnak and Luxor,
even the sculptured bricks of Birs Nimrod. 'B
The giant sequoias of California were /fl
found by John Muir to have lived but I
years, mere babes compared to the cypress or fl
Santa Maria de Tule. I
Life, so ephemeral and fluctuating tC fl
thing, has here its strangest home, an organ- fl
ism that outspans the history of a race. fl
About it go the insects that, live but a fl
day, and the human creatures that may lix;© fl
fourscore years; to .the tree they seem tlie I
same. fl
Some day I shall go there. I shall linger ■
under its branches to see if I can hear in/ ■
its sighing leaves some whisper of eternity/ fl
I shall touch its bark, and it will seem as if fl
I had clasped the rugged hand of one of fl
the demiurges who helped make the world. H
My heart shall feed upon the centuries. 9
Time and the small concerns of my life will SB
drop from me as a garment, and I shall feel B
the thrill of that saying, “From everlasting fl
to everlasting.” / fl
That is why I want some time to go ft/ I
Mexico and to Oxaca, thence east two H
league and a half to Santa Maria del Tule, fl
and to the graveyard there, and to the tree ■
of trees. fl
Keeping the Peace in Holy Land ■
By John Carlyle / ■
THERE have been a number of Palestines 1 S
—all in the same spot. The history* of I
Palestine has been a large part of the I
vital history of the world. H
There was the Palestine of the early Jew- H
ish people, quiet, primitive, religious. There I
was the Palestine badly governed by Rome, jl
paying tribute to the Caesars, unhappy, at
low ebb socially and politically. / ■
'There was the Palestine made forever fa-) B
mous and forever sacred by the birth, life ■
and death of the founder of the Christian ■
religion. It is the Palestine best remeiu- *<■
bered for a little hill outside a city wall, (B
And there was the Palestine made bloody 'B
by the drawn swords and charging legions ft
of the crusaders. There has been the later Z 7 B
Palestine misruled by the Turk-!—the Turk* ■
who seems to misrule everybody and every- ) ■
thing that falls beneath his hand. fl
Now—today—there is a new Palestine. It J fl
is a land of new activity, new plans and new > B
dreams. a
Whether it. is to be the boiling pot of the ; I
ingredients of war we shall see. It looks I
probable. ■
There are 1 00,000 Jews in Palestine. For fl
thirteen centuries it has been the home of ''l
Moslem Arabs. Today the British are there/ I
with their armies. They are encarnped ■
round about Jerusalem, They give promise B
of being encamped there to stay. ■
The Zionists movement aims to havft one ' I
million Jews in their ancient homelanrl in- I ■
stead of 100,000. There is Jewish imniigra- ) ■
tlon there every month. The Zionists are / fl
hopeful. The British are silent. The Arabs ' I
restless. . ! I
Dr. John Bayne Ascham, traveler, preach- < I
er, writer, just back from there, says the/ I
Moslems will die by numberless legions be- I
fore they will let the Jews inherit the land I
the Mohammedans have had for thirteen cen- |
tu lies. I
Great. Britain preserves peace but it is the I
peace of power. |
The Holy Land, which saw the birth of '1
Christianity, sadly needs that Christianity ,
for its present and future.
The peace of power must give way to nJ
new peace which will have its beginnings in
the hearts of men. »
The eyes of the wrold rest wonderlngly
upon this new Palestine—with its dreaml
and its rumblings. * /
(Copyright, 1924.) /
POINTED PARAGRAPHS
A good boy may not become a handsom* /
man, but a handsome bonnet always becomes J
a beautiful woman. f
Eery time a woman reads of man’s com
mitting suicide she wonders what other;
woman was at the bottom of it.
When a man tells a wealthy widow that
she is all the world to him he evidently be
lieves that the world owes him a living.
Possibly it. may not have occurred to ybii
that there ia more craft on land than there/
is on the sea. "
Ministers should bear in mind that short
sermons are the most popular in summer—•
as well as in spring, autumn and winter.
A New York man who refused to leave a j
restaurant until he had solved a cross-word /
puzzle has taken it to jail with hitn, and if )
it is a particularly difficult, puzzle, they may
yet have to throw him out of jail.—Boston <
Transcript.
The modern parent is one who brings un a
child in the way he should not go and then
wonders why he goes it.—Naahville Banner.
The catalogue price enables you to esti
mate the cost of keeping daughter in col
lege. Just multiply by three. —Jersey City
(N. J.) Journal. 7
The henpecked husband may yet be heard.
Science has found away to make the atom
audible.—Baltimore Morning Sun.
Modern inventions make it hard for crim
inals. A burglar, on a dark night, can’t toll
■whothor h°’.s opening the safe or tuning in
the radio set.—Lexington Daily Leader.
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