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A Squealing Frog Alive on a
Fish Hook Suffers
M 1 V.
It Suffers Quite as Much as a Small White Mouse Afflicted With
Cancer. The Frog Gives the Vivisectionist a Chance To Be '
Kind USEFULLY.
Everybody sympathizes with the gentle heart and redundant
goodness of the lady or the gentleman or the society that opposes
vivisection.
Unless scientifically conducted, under conditions of complete
unconsciousness, which means absolute freedom from pain, and for
the permanent betterment of mankind, vivisection is horrible and
intolerable.
Rut there is the other kind of vivisection in which absolutely
no pain is felt. That is the vivisection that sacrifices the lives of
a few animals and saves the lives of millions of humans. Vivisec
tion that gave to the world a knowledge of the diphtheritic serum,
for instance, has already saved the lives of hundreds of thou
sands of young children.
Experiments with white mice, little creatures, victims of can
cer artificially created, are not pleasant to think of. But already,
wonderful and encouraging to relate, science has actually discov
ered a cure for cancer in mice. The cure has not yet been tried
upon human beings. But there is little doubt that the experi
ments with the lower animals will eventually lead to an absolute
cure for cancer and'free the human race from the horrible disease
which inflicts suffering so much worse than death.
It is always painful to disconrage virtue or to see it lacking
occupation. So we direct the attention of the kind-hearted ene
mies of vivisection to some of the work that they really might do
WITHOUT INTERFERING WITH THE WONDERFUL PROG
RESS OF SCIENCE.
It is painful to think that there are at this moment some
thousands of mice suffering from cancer. The fact that the mouse
probably does not suffer quite as much as a woman mourning be.
cause she must die and leave her children does not make the suf
fering of the poor little mice any less important.
But we tell the vivisection]sts that this particular moment,
for every mouse that is being used in a cancer experiment, for
every animal that is being usefully compelled by science to bear
its share of suffering and contribute its share of knowledge, there
arc hundreds of other animals tortured MERELY “FOR FUN'.'’
Tens of thousands of boys and men are catching young frogs
and putting them, alive, on fishing hooks.
The frog, with a hook imbedded in its flesh, is thrown into the
water. You ask the fisherman why he docs not kill it. He says
that it is necessary for the frog to kick and squirm and squeal a
little to attract the fish.
There are other ways of catching fish, without a live frog.
But the torture of a live frog is one of the easiest ways. And so
the frog is tortured.
Vivisectionists will not deny that a frog with gentle green
eyes, and legs, at least, that are almost human, is a thing to be
pitied when it suffers. Would it not be as well, perhaps, to save
a million frogs from agony as to save ten thousand white mice, or
five hundred monkeys from a suffering infinitely less acute.
Why not, good viviaectionista, concentrate your attention
upon thoae that torture frogs upon fish hooks, and even upon
those that, torture living worms with fish hooks? ’For, surely, a
worm, compared with a mouse, is as important as a mouse com
pared with a man. Tens of millions of worms annually are tor
tured in this way merely for sport. Why not make it a rule that
worms shall be killed as kindly and swiftly as may be, and frogs
killed in the same way, before being put upon the hook?
And also, why not spend part, of the money which the anti
vivisectionist so generously collects in opposing another kind of
vivisection —the torture of children in the mills, of women en
gaged in long hours. Vivisection is vivisection, whether the living
creature tortured be fully conscious of its suffering, or whether
it he thoroughly anaesthetized and investigated by science as it
lies unconscious. We recommend the kicking, squirming, impal
ed frog most especially to the anti vivisection sympathizers. \on
can protect those frogs without fighting science and knowledge.
Try it, even though the resultant notoriety be less.
© THE WORLD ©
By ETTA WHEELER WILCOX.
Copyright 1912. National News Association
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A I TTTH noiseless steps good goes its way;
VV The earth shakes under evil's tread.
We hear the uproar, ami 'tis said.
The world grows wicked every day.
It w not true With quiet feet.
In silence. Virtue sows her seeds
While Sin goes shouting out his deeds.
And echoes listen and repeat.
Bub surely as the old world moves.
And circles room! the shining sun,
So surely does God’s purpose run,
And all the human race improves.
Despite hold evil's noise and stir.
Truth s golden harvests ripen fast;
The present far outshines the Past
Men's thoughts are higher than they were.
Who runs may read tins I mill. 1 say.
Sin travels in a rumblinir ear.
While Virtue soars on bke i star--
The world grows better every day.
The Atlanta Georgian
HE NEVER HAD A CHANCE
That Is What Nine Men Out of Ten Who Are Failures Say, Look Out That You Don’t Say It Yourself.
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No. 11
The boy who drove the buteher wagon in
the small town and later became a big man in
a big town fixed Ynni up right in his office.
Yum was given a little desk.’ some new
elollies axid a regular job. He kept at it rath
er faithfully for a month or so; then became
acquainted with lads who look in the dances
of an evening and had card parties. Yum was
right at home with the cards. That was his
dish. The trouble was that his job inter
fered with his pleasure, and he had an awful
time keeping awake, at his desk. Every aft
ernoon now Yum dropped oft' to sleep, while
The Household Pest Known as the Objector
Ihe Great Social Problem Is the Exterminal ion of this Creature.
AMONG houseljpld I>ests which
there should be some pain-
• less, but effective, way of ex-
terminating is the Objector. Un
fortunately. as the law now stands,
tt docs not p’ermit you to consign
to a lethal chamber, or use In
secticide, or rough-on-rats on this
destroyer of your peace and com
fort, yet, compared with the Ob
jector tlie howling of stray cats Is
grand opera and cockroaches and
mice welcome visitors In your
home.
There are few families so fortu
nate as not to have an objector
in their midst, and the great so
cial problem Is not how to stop
divorce, but how to get rid of this
ever present affliction, for we are
bound to it, as a general thing, by
ties that we lack the hardihood to
break.
The Objector is the damper on
enthusiasm, the throttle on ener
gy, the extinguisher on ambition,
the wet blanket on pleasure, the
thing that takes all the snap and
ginger out of us. and male s us sit
down in weariness and despair and
say. "Oh. what's the use?" It ts
the Objectors who are at the bot
tom of most of the failures in the
world, because by the time a tal
ented and gifted man and woman
have fought dona the Objectors on
their hearthstones they are so bat
tered and worn that they haven't
enough strength left to do any
thing else.
We are always marvelling at
some youth or maiden who stopped
short at the iVginning of a prom
ising career. If we could know the
truth we would generally find that
he or she had an Objector tn the
faintly that never rested until he
or she hud thrown so mtieh cold
water on whatever the youth >r
maiden was tin Ing to do that the
poor, discouraged, disheartened vic
tim gave up in despair.
For (>bjeetor,< are alwaxs a de
uHlfuctive force They are never
i (instructive. They throw a million
obstacles in the way of the thing
you are trying to do but thex never
suggest anything better to do.
They deluge you with dark blue
prophesies of failure, but thev never
have a word of advice as to how
THURSDAY. JUNE 13. 1912<'
By DOROTHY DIX.
you may achieve success. Their
motto Is that "Whatever is, is
wrong" but they have never a
glimmer of an idea of how to bet
ter conditions.
It Is a truism that hope Is, of
Itself.'an inspiration, and that the
limit of our achievement Is our be
lief in our own ability. Nobody
ever did anything worth while
tiiat ho or she went at faint-heart
edly and doubtfully. To doubt our
ability to do a thing is- to pre
cipitate failure. The Objectors
know this, and yet they can not
forego the pleasure of their raven
eroa kings.
The queer thing about the Ob
jector is th,at he or she never has
any real principle behind his or her
objections, and if you had hap
pened to do the other way he or
she would have been just as much
opposed to that line of conduct.
F’rooablv Objectors don't even
know why they object themselves.
They are nnly animated by some
obscure and malevolent impulse
that makes them enjoy taking the
edge off of your enjoyment or dull
ing your enthusiasm.
To my mind the sublime heroism
of which human nature is capable
is never more marvellously illus
trated than in the fortitude witii
which we endure tile Objector, for
few indeed are they who escape
having to put up with one.
Sometimes the Objector is a hu's
nand and father who visualizes to
his family an eternal "No."
Does the wife cook a good din
ner” Husband finds fault with the
seasoning, and wants to know why
she lias had beef instead of mut
ton. and a pie instead of a cake.
Does the wife want a new dress?
Husband berates her for her ex
travagance. Has tile wife accept
ed an invitation for them for the
evening'.’ Husband quarrels about
going out. Does wife want to stay
at home? Husband insists on going
to the theater. Does wife want to
go and see one play” Nothing will
please husband but going to see
something eLe Do> s wife want to
go on a little visit or a trip some
where? Husband brings forw n d
ten thousand arguments against
her leaving home and prophesies
the work on his desk piled up.
The boss became suspicions, gave Yum a
call and let him go ahead again, but Yum
couldn't play cards well and hold the job at
the same time.
He was helped in every possible way by his
employer, yet Yum had to have his little fling
at pleasure. Finally, unable to run his busi
ness with a weak link such as Yum was. the
boss was obliged to let him go.
Yum’s mind was on games, and back to the
old corner saloon be strolled.
To Be Continued.
that she will be killed in a rail
road accident, or the ship she goes
on will sink.
No matter what the wife wants
to do, the husband disapproves of
it and objects to it until it takes
all of the savor out of every pleas
ure.
And it's s he same way with the
children. If Tom wants to go to
work, father insists on his going to
college. If Tom wants to study
medicine, father objects to his
being anything but a grocer. If
Mary wants to go to a party, fath
er thinks she's too gay, and if she
stays at home he bemoans that she
doesn't care for societv. and when
she goes to got married he objects
to every single thing about the
man. from the way he parts his
hair to the way ho makes a living.
Just as often--perhaps oftener—
the objector is a wife and mother.
She objects to the kind of a neck
tie her husband wears and the
wav he tics it. She objects to his
rending the paper at breakfast and
his eating hot rolls Instead of
breakfast food. She objects to his
stenographer, and his clerks, and
his friends. She objects to his
having a glass of beer and every
single thing he does.
And she frets at her children all
dav about everything they do, and
leave undone. If Mary puts on a
pink dress, mother objects. If
Mary combs her hair a certain way,
another objection from mother. If
Mary goes walking with one of the
girls, mother raises objection*. If
she doesn't go walking, mother ob
jects to her not taking enough ex
ercise. If one of tile hoys comes
to see her mother objects to her
having beaux. If the boys don't
come, mother nags her because she
doesn't have any attention. And
so it goes on until poor Mary qual
ities as a first-class martyr.
iif course, the Objectois don't
realize what baleful creatures they
are, nor how -they torture ns. nor
what helpless victims we are in
their hands, since we may neither
st i angle them on their own objec
tions nor fly from them as rpuch as
we would like to. If thev did.
perhaps they'd be more merciful
At any rate, let us each examine
ourselves and see that we are not
making life miserable for some
body else by being an Objector.
THE HOME PAPER
Champ Clark Vs. Roosevelt
Bv JOHN TEMPLE GRAVES.
IF Champ Clark should face The
odore Roosevelt in this presi
dential campaign, let no man
think that the Democratic speaker
of the house will be overmatched
by the ex-president.
The opposite will be true.
Champ Clark is one of the very
best all-around campaign speak
ers that the country has ever
known. He has every equipment
for the magnificent figure which he
has always made upon the hust
ings.
Let its reduce a sweeping asser
tion to illustration.
I think that no man who has
kept in touch with senatorial and
political oratory in this decade will
deny that Jonathan P. Dolliver,
when he died, was easily counted
the best debater upon the Republi
can side of the United States sen
ate, and one of the best, if not the
best, all-around campaign speak
ers on that side of the political
divide, fie was evei-j-where in de
mand.
Tn 1903-4 I was lecturing In the
middle West and w.as4n touch with
the movements of men and ideas in
that great section between Pitts
burg and Omaha.
During this period the sensations
of the summer Chautauqua plat
forms and of the political hustings
were the widely advertised 25
champion debates between Champ
Clark and Jonathan P. Dolliver
upon the tariff. These debates
reached high water mark in the
state of lowa,’where Dolliver was
the idol, and in Champ Clark's
state of Missouri.
On the morning after the great
clash of argument and eloquence in
Des Moines the morning newspa
per, The Leader, Republican and of
Dolliver’s faith, edited by Allen
Dawson, now editor of The New
York Globe, had an editorial which
in substance declared:
"There are few people In lowa
who are willing to believe that
there is any greater orator and de
bater than Jonathan P. Dolliver.
But one more such masterful
speech as Champ Clark made at
the capitol yesterday will reduce
Dolliver to second place in his own
state of lowa.”
The sentiment was almost uni
versal throughout Republican lowa
that Champ Clark, holding the un
popular side of the argument, had
Worship of Brains g<i
Bv CHARLES FERGUSON.
IS it possible for a man to have
both a powerful mind and a
mean soul?
If you say yes, beware lest you
disqualify yourself for any real un
derstanding of the prophets and
wise men who tell us that the world
is bound to be ruled at length by
generosity and heart-power, and
that the "meek shall inherit the
earth?’ For what sense is there in
saying that love makes the world
go ’round, and that truth makes
men free, if smart rascals and liars
are forever to sit. in the high
places, and if faithfulness to the
truth has nothing to do with real
force?
Perhaps there is no more sense
less superstition than the prevalent
worship of brains —mere cold cere
bration. Moral chaos lurks in the
notion that a man can acquire a
titanic intellectual ability without
having any character or conscience
about the way he uses it. If that
were really the ease, the hope of
*the rule of Justice and beauty upon
the earth would be infinitely post
poned.
If it were not established in the
ground-plan of tlie world that
moral meanness is related to men
tal weakness, the "knaves and das
tards” would never be "arrested."
Os course, it is obvious enough
that intelligent scoundrels have
now and again flourished in power
for a season. Rut why be per
plexed about that fact? Probably
they have flourished because the
mob of brain worshipers have
raised them upon their shoulders.
.Modern experimental psychology
should put an end t» brain worship.
For research in this field is bring
ing us every day nearer to an ex
act demonstration that the intellect
Swat That Fly
Bv PERCY SHAW.
Now Summer's here,
Cast up your eye
And strike to death
The roaming fly;
Where'er you find
Him spare him not,
But join the clans
That swat, swat, swat.
If twenty times
As big, he'd be
Wiped out as man s
Worst enemy.
Because he's small,
We let him go
To fill our graves
Before we know.
worsted the redoubtable lowan on
his own ground.
I have heard a dozen leading Re
publicans say that it was true, and
I learned from one of these last
week that the debates were prema
turely closed by Dolliver’s friends
because of the apprehension that
the prestige of Clark's superb
work on the hustings would in
juriously affect Dolliver's chances
in the approaching senatorial elec
tion.
Champ Clark knows far more
about the tariff than Roosevelt
does, and more than almost any
other man in the house or senate.
He has held the aisle in front of
the speaker's desk for ten years
against all comers in an annual
speech on the tariff, and has never
yet been worsted by Payne ot Dal
,zell or Joe Cannon or Grosvenor
at their best.
Champ Clark has a much better
voice than Roosevelt, a far more
majestic and Imposing presence,
fully as much fire and fervor as the
Oyster Bay man, and is better
posted upon the affairs of legisla
tion for the quarter century in
which we live.
The massive, rugged, magnifi
cent-looking speaker has been so
tied to leadership and routine leg
islation for a decade that many
men have forgotten the superb
swing and dash of the Missouri
giant when he is unlimbered for
battle before the people.
It was Champ Clark's speech
nominating the staid and sober
Cockrell which created the wildest
scene of enthusiasm that the Dem
ocratic national convention of 1904
knew at St. Louis.
It was Champ Clark's ovation at
the great Democratic jubilee at
Baltimore (Robert LaFollette be
ing witness) which laid in the
shade the demonstrations over Bai
ley and Harmon and Bryan and
Wilson, as it did later at Cardinal
Gibbon's fiftieth jubilee, over
Roosevelt and Taft and every
other man on the program.
If the Rough Rider of American
politics enters the presidential
campaign with the idea that he has
anything forensic or oratorical or
vote winning on the Lion of the
Tribe of Missouri he has a rude
awakening in store.
The presidential hustings will
find Champ Clark equal to its high
est demands, and to Roosevelts
most impassioned assaults.
grows out of the emotions, and that
the strongest intellects belong to
those who have the most ener
getic feeling. Thtis it appears that
men can go, in knowledge and un
derstanding, only to the limits of
their sympathy or working inter
est.
Thomas DeQuincy says some
where that "the intellect is the
meanest of all human faculties." It
was a literary skit, of course; but
the meaning was that the intellect
degenerates into a trivial kind of
cunning when it cuts itself loose
from the heart of life.
The man who said that Francis
Bacon was "the wisest, brightest,
meanest of mankind" was overfond
of epigrams. Wisdom and science
are in their very nature public, ex
pansive. of universal service.
One is reminded of such things
by an editorial in The Globe news
paper. which undertakes to explain
the qualities of Senator Root. The
editorial writer says that Mr. Root
'has the best brain among all
President Taft’s advisers," but that
he is a “conservative by temper
ament and self-interest—by the
kind of temperament which per
mits self-interest to ten his eye
what it shall see and what it shall
be blind to."
Certainly, Francis Racon the f a .
ther of inductive science—was not
like that; nor any other historic
man of intellectual weight and
scope in politics or religion, In art
or science.
If the description of Mr. Root, is
correct—if Mr. Root generally sees
things only through the blinding
bias of his personal interest and
yet has "the best brain among all
President Taft’s advisers"— it is
certain that Mr. Taft is ill advised.
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A million germs
H“ freely brings
As on our food he
Crawls and sings;
'Tis time we learned
Our foolish lot
And saved our Jives
With, swat, swat, swat.
Pray say no more
Os man's advance
Until he leaves
Much less to chance.
No longer with
False ego sigh,
But get you up
And swat that flv.