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A BIBLE THOUGHT FOR TODAY
There is a path which no fowl knoweth,
and which the vulture’s eye hath not seen;
the lion’s whelps have not trodden it,
nor the fierce lion passed by it. He put
teth forth His hand upon the rock; He
overturneth' the mountains by the roots;
He cutteth out rivers among the rocks;
and His eye seeth every precious thing,
He blindeth the floods from overflowing;
and the thing that is hid, bringeth He
forth to light. But where shall wisdom
be found, and where is the place of under
standing? . . . Behold, the fear of the
Lord, that is wisdom, and to depart from
evil is understanding.—Job 28:7-12:28.
"Ha, Ha, Says the Horse
OF the horse we are told In the Book of
Job, “He salth among the trumpets,
ha, ha!’’ and many an equine laugh
is given today, no doubt, to proud honkers
who fancy the horse as headed for the obsolete
if not the extinct. Instead, he is replenish
ing the earth as never before in his civilized
experience. So, at least, says so good an
authority as the Horse Association of Amer
ica, which reports that some nineteen million
horses and mules are in service in the Unit
ed States; and that is several million more
than the automotive ranks can claim. Hard
ly less impressive Is a statement from the
Chicago Board of Trade that the horses and
mules of this country eat annually 4>ne bil
lion bushels of oats and forty million tons
of hay. Merely as a consumer, aside from
his exceeding importance as a producer, the
horAe bulks big in agricultural markets.
It is not on the farm alone, however, that
he plays his notable part. According to
the transportation engineer of the port of
New York, the horse is coming into his own '
again in that city’s traffic, particularly about
the docks. “The use of the motor truck," i
it is explained, “has expanded faster than
have street facilities for its accommodation;”
and in ambles the sturdy, the sagacious, the
accommodating horse to help reckless man
out of his misadventures. Good friend and
true, whether his name be Dobbin or Zev,
long may the horse continue to say ha, ha
among the trumpets and hee-haw among the
ihorns.
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Cotton and the Trade Balance
a MERICA'S trade balance for 1923 was
Z\ $375,000,000. We sell more than we
buy. Our receipts exceed our dis
bursements —in some respects a happy
omen.
But when one stops to analyze the fig- '
ures they do not look so good. Os our
; t
exports .cotton represented $800,000,000,
or twice our trade -balance. But for cot
ton, Instead of showing a favorable trade
balance of $3 7 5,000,000, we would have been
5425,000,000 the other way around. Our
'accounts would be “in the red" except for
J one great export—a staple, by the way, that
i« produced without any subsidy from the
government, or protective tariff.
The production of cotton depends on sev
eral things. There Is the weather; and there
la the boll weevil; and then there Is themat
ter of financial reward, a just return upon
the labor and money invested. In view of
the importance of the fiber to our national
financial independence, the government
should exert every effort to a«c that cotton
is profitably produced.
The weather Is beyond human control.
But the boll weevil, though constituting a
difficult problem, can be coped with ef
fectively. It is In thf« field that the gov
ernment can, and has, rendered Invaluable
aid to cotton production.
The return on the money Invested de
pends largely on the economical production
of more'and better cotton r*r acre. About
ly and cheerfuly see
that things are made
right.
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TTTF ATLANTA TRI-WEEKLY JOURNAL
; forty million acres were planted last year,
and the crop was between thirteen and
fourteen million bales—about one-third of
a bale to an acre. Experts estimate that
half a bale to the acre Is necessary to profit,
and this estimate seems reasonable.
Last year’s crop at an average price of
twenty-five cents a pound netted about one
hundred and twenty-five dollars a bale,
which averaged about forty-two dollars an
acre. That was top little to maintain the
industry on a profitable basis. The land
should bring a bigger return, at least sixty
two dollars and fifty cents, as reckoned by
experts.
How Is this to he achieved? That is a
problem which well may engage the atten
tion of the government. The cotton lands
of the South are capable of averaging half
bale to the acre, but this average cannot
be attained unless the weevil lei controlled
and greater care la given to seeding and
cultivation.
The boll weevil can be mastered, If not
exterminated entirely, and to this end the
government should lend unceasing and gen
erous aid. It can be helpful, too, in dem
onstrating the importance of selective seed
ing and scientific culture.
The problem of cotton production Is not
a problem peculiar to the South. It is a
matter that concerns the entire nation, since
America’s favorable trade balance is due to
the cotton crop.
Road Building Speeds On
THE year 1931 will be a golden milestone
In American progress if the prediction
comes true that by then the republic’s
every city of five thousand or more Inhab
itants will be linked to every other by an
improved highway., At the present rate of
road building this Is foregone. The forty
eight States each met its opportunities under
the federal aid fund of seventy-five million
dollars this year, dollar for dollar; so that
with these funds alone some nine thousand
miles of “better" roads were constructed.
The States themselves appear to have done
fully as well as that, while the counties are
credited with Improving upwards of twenty
thousand miles of collateral roads. Such ac
tivity, if sustained, will not be long In knit
ting the nation together.
That there Is likely to be yet more vigorous
effort is indicated in the announcement at
Washington that as many as forty legisla
tures meeting next month “are expected to
take long steps to further the one hundred
and seventy-one thousand-mile improved fed
eral-state road system contemplated under
the federal aid act." The total grants au
thorized amount to five hundred and forty
million dollars. This sum when fully match
ed by the States and liberally supplemented
by the counties, will do much to give Amer
ica a highway service worthy of a nation
truly great.
Another omen markedly favorable to road
building appears In the fact that motor ve
hicles in this country are increasing annual
ly by two million, at which rate there will be
seventeen mllion, five hundred thousand in
operation next year. These will provide, ac
cording to official estimates, at least three
hundred million dollars of revenue for high
way extensions and Improvements through
registration fees, and further millions through
gasoline taxes. From this source Is said to
come a third or more of the country’s expen
diture for good roads.
Georgia’s part in the nation-wide building
program this year has been altogether cred
itable. The work done is impressive both in
extent and in quality. It should be an in-,
centive to larger endeavor in the days ahead.
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
inclosing a two-cent stamp for return
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ATLANTA OFFICE.
Q. How many children attend Sunday
school? A. R. S.
A. There are 27,709.706 pupils and 2,296,-
825 officers and teachers in the 287,426 Sun
day schools of the world. In North America
alone there are 1 55.944 Sunday schools, with
1,697,520 officers and teachers, and 17,066,-
061 pupils.'
Q. Where do most of the oranges grow, in
California or Florida? O. M. D.
A. California produces approximately 70
per cent of the oranges grown in the United
States, Florida being the only other state pro
ducing any considerable quantity. Nearly
all of the lemons grown in the United States
are produced in California. A lemon grove
near Santa Paula is said to be the largest in
the world. The quantity of grapefruit pro
duced is increasing, but Florida far outranks
California in both quantity and quality.
Q. In different almanacs why are the signs
of the zodiac different for a given date?
J. B. B.
A. Discrepancy is probably due to one al
manac giving the sign of the zodiac and an
other the constellation instead. In the time
of the early Greek astronomers, the signs of
the zodiac and constellations of the same
name agreed; but in the course of 2,000 years
each sign was "backed." so to speak, into the
constellation west of it; so that the sign of
Aries is now in the constellation of Pisces,
and so on. On June 29 and 30, 1924, the
moon is in the sign of Gemini, but in the
constellation of Taurus.
Q. How long does it take peafowl eggs to
hatch? L. B. “
A. The period of incubation for peafowl
eggs is 28 days—the same as for turkey eggs.
Q. When was Charlie Ross kidnaped, and
how old was he? G. S.
A. Charley Ross was abducted from his
home in Germantown, Philadelphia, on July
1, 1574. He was at the time four years and
two months old.
Q. What are briar pipes made of? W. O. H.
A. In southern Europe briar pipes are
made of the briar root; that is, th? white or
tree heath. Erica Arborea. In the United
States th«> root of th* mountain laurel, also
that of Smilay Lauritolia and Smiiax Walter!
iare used. , ,
THE SEA HAWK
BY RAFAEL SABATINI
(Published by Arrane’ement With First National Pictures,
Ine. Copyrighted by Houghton-Mifflin Company.)
CHAPTER XX
The Sublety of Fenzileh
OLIVER considered the woman for a
long moment as she sat half-crouch
ing on the divan, her hands locked,
her face set and stony, her eyes lowered.
He sighed gently and turned away.
Now that truth had been dragged from
its well, and tossed, as it were, into Rosa
mund's lap, he felt none of the fierce ex
ultatiap which he had conceived that such
an hour as this must, bring him. Rather,
indeed, was he saddened and oppressed.
To poison the unholy cup of joy which he
had imagined himself draining with such
thirsty zest there was that discovery of a
measure of justification for her attitude
towards him in her conviction that his dis
appearance was explained by flight.
He was weighted down by a sense that
he had put himself entirely in the wrong;
that in his vengeance he had overreached
himself; and he found the fruits of it,
which had seemed so desirably luscious,
turning to ashes in. his mouth.
Long he stood there, the silence between
them entirely unbroken. Then at length
he stirred, turned from the parapet, and
paced slowly back until he came to stand
beside the divan, looking down upon her
from his great height.
“At last you have heard the truth," h*
said. And as she made no answer, he con
tinued:
“I am thankful it was surprised out of
him before ths torture was applied, else
you might have concluded that pain was
wringing a. false confession from him.’
He paused, but still she did not speak;
indeed, she made no sign that she had
heard him.
“That,” he concluded, “was the man
whom you preferred to me. Faith, you did
not flatter me, as perhaps you may have
learnt.”
At last she was moved front her silence,
and her voice came dull and hard.
“I have learnt how little there Is to
choose between you,” she said. "It was
to have been expected. I might have known
that two brothers could not have been so
dissimilar in nature. Oh, I arts learning a
deal, and swiftly!”
“You are learning?” he echoed. “What
are you learning?”
“Knowledge of the ways of men.”
His teeth gleamed in his wry smile.
“I hope the knowledge will bring you as
much bitterness as the knowledge of women
—of one woman—has brought me. To have
believed me what you believed me—me
whom you conceived yourself to love!”
"If I have a mercy to beg of you it is
that you will not shame me with the re
minder.
“Os your faithlessness?” lie asked. "Os
your disloyal readiness to believe the worst
evil of me?”
“Os my ever having believed that I loved
you. That is the thought that shames me,
as nothing else in life could shame me, as
not even the slave market and all the in
sult to which you have submitted me could
shame me. Y r ou taunt me with my readi
ness to believe evil of you—”
"I do more than taunt you with it,” he
broke in, his anger mounting under the pitiless
lash of her scorn. “I lay to your charge the
wasted years of my life, all the evil that has
followed out of it, all that I have suffered, all
that I have lost, all that I am become.”
She looked up at him coldly, astonishingly,
mistress of herself.
"You lay all this to my charge?” she asked
him.
"I do.” He was very vehement. “Had you
not used me as you did, had you not lent a
ready ear to lies, that whelp, my brother,
would never hare gone to such lengths, nor
should I ever have afforded him the oppor
tunity’.’
She shifted on the cushions of the divan
and turned her shoulder to him.
“All this is very idle,” she said coldly.
Yet perhaps because she felt that she had
need to justify herself, she continued:
“If, after all, I was so ready to believe evil
of you, it is that my instincts must have
warned me of the evil that was ever in you.
You have proved to me tonight that it was
not you who murdered Peter; but to attain
that proof you have done a deed that is even
fouler and more shameful, a deed that reveals
to the full the blackness of your heart. Have
you not proved yourself a monster of ven
geance and impiety?”
She rose and faced him again in her sudden
passion.
“Are you not —you that were born a Cornish
Christian gentleman—become a heathen and a
robber, a renegade and a pirate? Have you
sacrificed your very God to your vengeful
Just?”
He met her glance fully, never quailing
before her denunciation, and when she had
ended on that note of question he counter
questioned her. v.
“And your instincts had forewarned you of
all this? God’s life, woman! Can you Invent
no better tale than that?”
He turnc'd aside as two slaves entered bear
ing an earthenware vessel.
“Here comes your supper. I hope your ap
petite is keener than your logic.”
They set the vessel, from which a savory
smell proceeded, upon the little Moorish table
by the divan. On the ground beside it they
placed a broad dish of baked earth in which
there were a couple of loaves and a red,
short-necked amphora of water with a drink
ing-cup placed over the mouth of it to act as
a stopper.
They salaamed profoundly and padded soft
ly out again.
“Sup,” he bade her shortly.
“I want no supper,” she replied, her man
ner sullen.
His cold eye played over her.
“Henceforth, girl, you will consider not
what you want, but what I bid you do. I
bid you eat; about it, therefore.”
“I will not.”
“Will not?” he echoed slowly, “Is that a
speech from slave to master? Eat, I say.'
“I cannot! I cannot!” she protested.
“A slave may not live who can not do her
master’s bidding."
“Then kill me,” she answered fiercely,
leaping up to confront and dare him. "Kill
me. Y’ou are used to killing, and for that
at least I should be grateful.”
“I will kill you If I please.” said he in
level, Icy tones. “Rut not to please you.
You don't yet understand. You are my
slave, my thing, my property, and I will not
suffer you to be damaged save at my own
good pleasure. Therefore, eat. or my Nu
bians shall whip you to quicken appetite.”
For a moment ehe stood defiant before
him, white and resolute. Then quite sud
denly, as If her will was being bent and
crumpled under the Insistent pressure of
his own. she drooped and sank down again
to the divan. Slowly, reluctantly she drew
the dish nearer. Watchhig her, he laughed
quite silently.
She paused, appearing to seek for some
thing. Failing to find it. she looked up at
him again, between erorn and Intercession.
“Am I to tear the meat with my fingers?" '
she demanded.
His eyes gleamed w!-h understanding, or
at least w;h suspicion. Rut he answered
her quite calmly:
“It ’« against the Froph et ? law to defile
meat or bread by the contact of a knife
THE COUN
BY AMS. IV.
THE MUSCLE SHOALS—DUBIOUS END
ING IN CONGRESS
THE present congress, which will ex
pire in a little over two months, by
legal limitation, has been apparently
contused or lamentably ignorant (its ma
jority), during the entire two years of Its
existence.
Henry Ford made an offer that appeared
to be a simple solution, with profit to the
government, but the people who live in
other states (or I may say, states outside of
Dixie) controverted the Ford offer, until
Mr. Ford retired from the bidding and the
whole matter relapsed into a gabfest and
apparently with spiteful intent. Muscle
Shoals is nearly in a corner, with three
states in close connection —Alabama, Geor
gia and Tennessee. Anything that would
help Alabama farmers would help the other
two equally—as to transportation facilities.
Other Dixie states are near enough to reap
whatever of advantage that nitrate produc
tion would benefit, and the government
would be prepared, with nitrates near at
hand, In case of invasion.
The construction of the Muscle Shoals
project by the government is not very far
from danger, as regarding the durability of
what has been done heretofore. An un
finished, roofless building will go to wreck
and decay long before a house which is
really finished. The unfinished part will
make the remainder worse than useless —as
the idle years roll on. This is true of
Muscle Shoals,
I will copy here from a speech delivered
In the house of representatives, two days
ago, the following: “The first appropria
tion (for Its construction) wad* for twenty
millions of dollars. I voted also for the
president’s (Wilson) suggestion for one hun
dred thousand millions as preparation for
war. Before we knew what we were doing,
we had spent eighty millions. It, has now
reached one hundred and forty millions, and
we are told now that all that expense will
be useless, unless wo spend sixty millions
more, half the collosal figures spent on
the Panama canal. There are two propo
sitions —one is to junk the plant—the other
is to go on with it. If we go on with It,
under government control, as government
operates in managing government property
or lease it and operate it in that way. We
had an experience with operating railroads
by the government —not so long ago either.
It seems to me to be sufficiently convinc
ing to satisfy any man for the balance of
his days.”
Already one hundred and forty millions
of taxpayers’ money gone, with nothing fin
ished for permanent service. The farm bloc
combine —-with Senator La Follette as their
leader —is doing its level best to continue
government ownership.
The Underwood bill to lease the whole
business to private parties with a stated
rental, to be paid the government appears
to me to be the safest and the cheapest.
The farm block is operating as it operated
all this year—in the senate —will be in evi
dence until the 4th of March, and the re
membrance of this alliance between south
ern senators and western radicals will be
come a part of national history that will be
remembered, and it now appears will be
come odious, in a free government. The
poor old south had a chance, but the con
spirators have bloc-d it.
CHRISTMAS GREETING TO COUNTRY
HOME READERS
WHEN I recollect that twenty-six
Christmas holidays (including this
one of 1 924) will have come and
gone since my service to The Semi-Weekly
and Tri-Weekly Journal has been in con
tinuous progress; it looks like it has been
a long, long time a few months over a quar
ter of a century!
I entered this welcome service (and I
can truthfully say, enjoyable service), on
the 25th of August, 1889, and I was only i
eighty-nine years old last June. Rain or ,
shine, cold or hot, at home and abroad, my
quota of articles have been sent forward in
due time for publication. The Journal of- I
fice was located on Broad street at that,
time. Hon. Hoke Smith was the principal ,
You must use the hands that God has given
you.”
“Do you mock me with the Prophet md
his laws? What are the Prophet’s laws
to me? If eat I must, at least,. I will not
eat like a heathen dog, but in Christian
fashion.”
To indulge her, as it seemed, he slowly
drew the richly hilted dagger from his
girdle.
“Let that serve you, then,” he said; and
carelessly tossed it down beside her.
With a quick indrawn breath she pounced
upon it.
“At last,” she said, "you give me some
thing for which I Can be grateful to you.”
And on the wordfl she laid the point of It
against her breast.
Like lightning* he had dropped to one
knee, and his hand had closed about her
wrist with such a grip that her arm felt
limp and powerless. He was smiling into
her eyes, his swarthy face close to her
own.
“Did you indeed suppose I trusted you?
Did you think me deceived by your sudden
pretense of yielding? When will you learn
that lam not a fool? I did it but to test
your spirit.”
“Then now you know Its temper,” she re
plied. “You know my Intention.”
“Forewarned, forearmed,” gaid he.
She looked at him, with something that
would have been mockery but for the con
tempt that colored it too deeply.
“Is it so difficult a thing,” she asket?,
“to snap the thread of life? Are there no
ways of dying save by the knife? You
boast yourself my master; that I am your
slave; that having bought me In the mar
ket place I belong to you body and soul.
How idle is that boast. My body you may
bind and confine; but my soul— Be very
sure that you shall be cheated of your bar
gain. You boast yourself lord of’ life and
death. A lie! Death is all that you can
command.”
Quick steps came pattering up the stairs,
and before he could answer her, before he
had thought of words In which to do so, All
confronted him with the astonishing an
nouncement that there was a woman below
asking urgently to speak with him.
“A woman?” he questioned, frowning. “A
Nasrani woman, do you mean?”
“No, my lord. A Moslem,” was the still
more surprising information.
“A Moslem woman, here? Impossible!”
But even as he spoke a dark figure glided
ike a shadow across the threshold on to the
terrace. She was in black from head to foot,
including the veil that shrouded her, a veil
of the proportions of a mantle, serving to
iissemble her very shape.
All swung upon her in a rage.
“Did I not bid thee wait below, thou
laughter of sham*?” he stormed. “She has
followed me up, my lord, to thrust herself
in here upon you. Shall I drive her forth?"
“Let her be,” said Sakr-el-Bahr. And he
waved Ali away. “Leave us.”
Something about that black immovable
figure arrested his attention and fired his
suspicions. Unaccountably almost It brought
to his mind the thought of Ayoub-el-Samin
and the bidding there had been for Rosa
mund in the sok.
He stood waiting for his visitor to speak
and disclose herself. She on her side con-
TUESDAY. DECEMBER 80, 1824.
TRY HOME
H. FELTOU
owner, and Mr. H. H. Cabanlss the • editor
of the Daily.
The change to the present handsome lo
cation marked a record day in the history
of the newspaper. It would seem that the
owners can have space to do even more ex
tensive business for a number of years—the
building is so large and commodious.
In and out, whenever I visited Atlanta I
could find a resting place, on the main
floor, in Treasurer Brice’s office. I have
had a comfortable seat arid the use of the
city phone, and a. kind welcome in this re- ■
spect for many, many years from Treasurer
Brice.
The readers of The Tri-Weekly would
find the headquarters of The Tri-Weekly
on the second floor, and I am so well ac
quainted with the office force up there I
feel very comfortable when I hear their kind
greetings. There Is no busier place in the
Capital City than The Journal newspaper
uses and makes good. When you visit At
lanta take a look at these busy people.
THE CREME WAVE IN GEORGIA
THE killing of Mr. Fred Stewart and mor
tal wounding of his two principal store
managers is an exhibit that will con
vince any student of our current events that,
nobody can feel assured of their own lives
in crowded places, especially in the capital
city of Georgia.
The deliberate murder of the young lady
at her desk less than a week ago, in a.
supposedly safe place in the Western Union
office, by an ill-natured man who was abso
lutely nothing to her, and this wholesale
killing of Mr. Stewart and two others. In his
own store attending to legitimate business,
adds conviction to the statement that no
body’s life can be considered safe In the
capital of the state of Georgia.
The killing of the preacher’s wife brought
only a confirmation of this declaration, that
nobody’s life is safe in the smaller towns, be-
I cause it is painfully evident that gangs of
masked men with murder in their hearts are
' infesting these smaller towns. The murder
of an army officer w’ho graciously allowed
two human devils to ride •with him, as a gen
tlemanly courtesy, is evident proof that these
bandits are without regard for anything
good and bent on murder as a pastime re
sort for their Ingrained deviltry.
I note also the governor is going to call a
klonvocatlon of some sort or other to tell
the people what's the matter with Georgia.
This crime wave is the natural outcome of
the disregard of law enforcement, and an un
happy political situation -where a hooded or
der holds the reins of government, and life
and death matters are not to be regarded
closed in the courts, but In the klonvoca
tions of the aforesaid hooded order. As
proof of this affirmation our Country Home
readers can find it in Hearst’s International
Magazine, published In February, 1924. A
copy in my possession gives the data and
the dates, and the pledge that such crimes
are not to be settled in courts of justice but
by the hooded secret order, as pledged by
the executive of the state of Georgia. I am
ready to send a verbatim copy of this pledge
to any person, known to be seeking the facts
and the truth, and conditions have reached
a point where this disclosure should be
known from the "State of Dade to the Tybee
Light.”
“Sowing the wind —the whirlwind” has
come upon us! The investigation of 1871-
72, conducted by congress under the direc
tion of President Grant, Is still extant. I
hold a worn copy myself. The reports made
by the majority are condemnatory from start
to finish. The report sent in by the minori
ty, mostly southern congressmen and sena
tors, Is explanatory and concedes the exist
ence of lawlessness throughout the “rebel
states,” but goes on to say that the hooded
order found Itself infested with lynchers, cut
throats and murderers, who used the dis
guise and the drastic oath of the secret or
der to get even with the people they hated
and were ready to kill.
I have been acquainted with Mr. Stewart
for a number of years. His fine face comes
to me in memory, and It Is pitiful that this
gentleman should have been murdered by a
hate-filled drinking man, who had no mercy,
only revenge.
MY FAVORITE STORIES
By Irving S. Cobb
SCENE —The dining room of a hotel In a
smallish city on the Pacific coast.
Time —The present, 9:30 a. m., of a
pleasant morning.
Cast —An Immaculate Englishman and a
native waiter.
The Britisher enters, takes a. seat at a table,
adjusts his monocle and considers the bill of
fare. The waiter hovers In the background
waiting to take the order.
The Guest —Waitah, I cay, waltah.
The Waiter—Yes, sir, right here.
The Guest—What about breakfast, eh? I’m
just in from Japan. Sea air gives one an ap
petite, eh what? Feel a bit peckish.
The Walter —Yes, sir, what's It going to be?
The Guest —Been at sea for day« and days.
Awfully hungry, don’t you know?
The Walter —Yes, sir.
The Guest —Then, waiter, bring me bacon
and eggs. Fresh eggs, mind you.
The Walter—Yes, sir.
The Guest —And have the bacon crisp and
curled. And a pot of coffee —not too strong—
and plenty of hot milk.
The waiter —Yes, sir.
The Guest—And buttered toast, cut thin.
The Walter—Yes, sir. Anything else?
’The Guest—(As though surprised)—And of
course, some marmalade.
The Waiter—Sorry, sir, but I’m afraid we
ain’t got any marmalade.
The Guest (rising to his feet and dropping
his monocle) —What —no marmalade! My God,
what a savage country America must be!
(Copyright, 1924.)
While the thief In Ohio stole a furnace
from a dwelling, most of them can still be
depended upon to go out of their own ac
cord. —Detroit News.
Appearance counts for little. You wouldn t
think to look at muskrat that he will be seal
some day.—Nashville Tennessean.
The Queen of Sh*ba Is credited with In
troducing the Honeydew melon to King Sol
omon. Sh® picked the only man living who
could afford them.—Saginaw News Courier.
The Grand Duke Cyril wants to be czar of
all the Russians. Now, Is there a Grand
Duke Percy to dispute his claim? —Fort
Wayne News Sentinel.
tinned Immovable until All’s footsteps had
faded in the distance. Then with a bold
ness entirely characteristic, with the reck
lessness that betrayed her European origin
intolerant of the Moslem restraint Imposed
upon her sex, she did what no True-believ
ing woman would have done. She tossed
back that lone, black veil and disclosed the
pale countenance and languorous eyes of
Fenzileh.
For all that It was no more than he had
expected, yet upon beholding her—her coun
tenance thus bar*d to his regard—he re
coiled a step.
Continued Thursday. Renew tour sub
criptlon now to aiold missing a chapter of
this splendid stop-. . (
THE COMPLAINING
By H. Addington Bruce
WHEN a man begins to find himself
habitually criticizing and carping, it
is time for that man seriously to in
quire into his own state.
“Those who are freest with complaints,"
says my friend, B. C. Forbes, "usually havo
little else to offer.”
And, undoubtedly, the conspicuously coir
plaining commonly are the conspicuously un
successful. Their complaining is, psycho
logically speaking, a defense reaction to pro
tect them from a painful realization of their
own inferiority.
If they delight in finding fault with other
people and with the existing order of things,
it is that they may account satisfactorily
for their failure to translate their hopes and
their aspirations into terms of'achievement.
They are laggards in life's race. They
would hide this fact even from themselves.
So they stress the unpleasant, the disagree
able,, and the disadvantageous as a ready
means of diverting their own attention and
the attention of everybody else from their
personal deficiencies and shortcomings.
Obviously, if they, the honest and the
worthy, live in a world of graft and wicked
ness and deceit, if they are perpetually sub
ject to injustice and at the mercy of the
unscrupulous, it is small wonder that, de
spite all their merits, they have not made
headway in life.”
Such is the- motive underlying much
chronic complaining. It goes without say
ing that the complaining will continue so
long as its motive remains unappreciated.
But once it is appreciated, and once there
is resort to the candid self-examining all
chronic complainers ought to make, the way
may be cleared for the gaining of a suc
cess and happiness none the less precious if
belated.
The chronic complainer may find, for ex
ample, that If he has not got on in the
world, if he is discontented and miserable,
it is not because the world is hard and
wicked, not because he has always been
treated unfairly, but simply because he has
been lazy.
And he may still further find that his
laziness is rooted, perhaps in an over-crav
ing for ease and amusement, perhaps in
faulty living habits or conditions of Ill
health that have sapped his energy.
Indeed, so often Is habitual complaining
associated with a bodily weakness contribut
ing to, if not causing, psychic weakness, that
those who are forever complaining will do
well to avail themselves of the benefit of a
physician’s advice.
They may then learn that they need only
some upbuilding measures to give them
both greater efficiency and a more roseate
outlook on life. In proportion as they be
come healthier and more competent, their
fault-finding tendency will of its own ac
cord diminish.
Often, though, the contributory factor of
ill-health is not present. Often what is
needed, and all that Is needed, Is the cultl
vatlng'-of moral qualities that have been al
lowed to shrivel, a more resolute fronting
of life’s demands and difficulties.
For the chronic complainer whose sole
need Is this, but who refuses to make any
sincere effort to meet It, there x ls no hope
whatever. He la doomed to remain a com
plainer and a failure all his days.
(Copyright, 1924.)
WHY MEN WORK g
By Dr. Frank Crane T' -
IN proportion as a man Is & true man he
is a servant. The biggest word in the
dictionary Is Duty. The dlvinest of Terbi
is Ought.
To grow up means to encounter responsi
bility. The world is full of Peter Pans—
that is to say, of men and women who shrink
from the burdens of maturity.
But sooner or later to every one of us
comes the Burden and the Task. We flee It,
we dodge and squirm, hut It pursues us, in
evitable and stern.
The inner ear of each man’s sou! hears
the voice of Life: “Find your work, and do
it!” Only by obedience to thia command
can he find peace. If he disobeys, by aqd
by comes fate, with a persuasive word or
with a “grievous crab-tree cudgel,” with
tragedy and thorns, or with nausea and
weariness, and drives him to his place.
The world Is governed and kept going by
a few strong Instincts; but among these not
the least is that feeling that cannot b*
sponged from the human heart, the feeling
that “I have a work to do, and how am I
straitened until it be accomplished!"
There never was a more superficial, chtrap,
and nasty delusion than that mer. work only
for gain, and that if you take away wages
and the hope of becoming wealthy all human
kind would lapse into laziness.
The contrary is true. No really good work
was ever done for a reward. The best work
of the world, and the greater part of the
work of the world, is done fcr the same rea
son that children play; it is because men
would be wretched without activity, because
unless men produce, create, and play the
mighty game of business they die of the
worm.
Work is the normal functioning of the
adult. Mankind builds bridges, bores tun
nels, constructs ocean liners, erects skyscrap
ers, paints pictures, writes books, and grinds
flour because there la joy and health.
“A man with no job, with no part of life’s
burden accepted and carried, is no man. He
bears the same relation to humanity that
flies and snakes bear. He Is a curse and an
Incubus.
And la it not singular that one great de
sire seems to be to lay up enough money so
that our children “will not have to work?"
Let us thank God that riches have wings,
for if they should remain fixed their leaden
■ weight would asphyxiate the world.
(Copyright, 1924.)
QUIPS AND Q UIDDITIES
A certain woman wanted to join the Co
lonial Dames Society, which is moat particu
lar that its members can trace their descent,
from the original settlers.
She set inquiries on foot and meeting a
friend some time afterwards, said gleefully:
“I am all right for the Colonial Damas. That
genealogist diecovered that I am descended
from the first man ever hanged In Massa
chusetts.”
“What birthday present are you going to
give your husband?" asked friend Ethel.
“Oh, a hundred cigars,” replied Mrs.
Brown.
“What did you pay for them?”
“Nothing! For the past few months I
have taken one or two from his box dally.
He hao not noticed it, and will be delighted
with my tact in gettmg the kind he always
smokes."
»
The class was being examined by a school
examiner, and after a lapse of an hour or
so the pupils were told to write an essay on
“Oliver Cwist.”
While correcting the essays the examiner
came across this sentence: “In the kitchen
stood the statue nf a policeman.”
Having no recollection of reading this in
Dickens’ famous he called the scholar
and asked:
“Tommy, would you mind telling me
where you read this?"
“Certainly,” he ansVered.' “It says in the
book, 'ln the corner of the kitchen stood a
stone copper.’ "