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It Is Not at All Difficult to
Understand the Existence
of a Real Trinity
The Trinities of Various Religions Are Far Above Our Heads,
and We Have No Right To Discuss Them. But Have You Ever
Thought About the Trinity of Beethoven, the Grand Piano and
Paderewski?
"For there are three that bear record in heaven, the Father, the Word,
and the Holy Ghost, and these three are one.” —I John v:7.
This quotation is sent to us by a reader who apparently has
lost his faith in religious teachings, and expresses the belief —set
forth in a thick pamphletthat any teaching as to a religious Trin
ity is an impossibility, an absurdity which should not be imposed
upon the human mind.
It is well occasionally to remind human beings that things
which to them SEEM impossible are not impossible, and that state
ments which we believe to be the creations of imagination and
scheming are often expressions of profound truth.
We do not propose here, or in any other department of this
newspaper, to criticise or discuss religious teachings. A newspaper
should have little or nothing to do with religion—except to admire
it and reverence it.
But we wish to tell the incredulous friend who sends us this
particular quotation that there is nothing in it which need arouse
skepticism or contempt.
As an example and proof of the fact that a Trinity may be
RBAL, and that three separate things MAY find expression through
voices, and that all three of them may be one. we ask our
friend to imagine the following conditions:
You are sitting in a room with the door closed. In the adjoin
ing eoom there is a sound, the playing of a Beethoven sonata.
you hear the music. If you had never seen a piano, and knew
nothing of music, you would not believe that in that room there
were three separate and distinct forces, giving expression simul
taneously to one thought, one sound. You would not believe if it
were said to you :
“In that room there are three that bear record of the greatness
of musical genius—the piano, the artist and the dead composer
and these three are one.’’
That is a paraphrase of the text, which is sent to us, and yet we
can show you that in that room where you hear the music it is per
fectly possible to have the three distinct persons bearing record
to the greatness of music, and to have those three ONE.
In that room there is a grand piano. In front of the piano sits
Paderewski playing. And on the piano there is a book containing
one of the Beethoven sonatas.
The genius that created the piano died long ago. The over
whelming genius that wrote the Beethoven sonata died long ago.
Paderewski is the only living one in the Trinity. He sits there and
plays. Yet you hear the three voices; they all bear record to the
great ness of music.
ANT) THESE THREE ARE ONE.
I If you should take away the piano, there would be no music.
I If you should take away Paderewski, leaving the piano and
the score, there would still be no music.
V If you take away the text by Beethoven, still there would be
\ no music. The piano, the player and the music of the dead com-
Iposer are necessary, they are all separate, and yet all three are ONE.
A There, kind friends, you have proof of the fact that the Trinity
\peaking through three voices, all saying the same words, all three
necessary to expression, are in reality one.
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The Women’s Part in the
Election
Aw the coming election next November women will vote for
president to the number of nearly a million and a half.
The\t>ix states in which women will cast a presidential vote
are Colorado. California. Idaho, I'tah, Washington and Wyom
ing. All of these slates in the past have been regarded as Re
publican states.
But what have the two Republican parties to otter the
women this year"
Both Mr. Roosevelt and Mr. Taft have been lukewarm on
the subject of woman's suffrage. And any overtures made by
them at this time toward enfranchised women will naturally be
discounted by the woin-'ii who have borne the burden and heat
of the long struggle
Campaign conversions are convincing. Thus Mr. Roose
velt's sudden shift on this subject is sure to be scrutinized with
suspicion. A little while ago he said in an Outlook article that
votes for women should be postponed until it is shown that most
of the women want to vote. Now he seizes the hands of suffra
gists in Chicago and exclaims: “Ladies. I am glad to see you.
I'm strong for woman's suffrage.”
Mr. Taft’s kindness toward (he suffragists is nine-tenths
resignation.
In five or six states that have not yet achieved woman's
suffrage on » presidential scale the issue is to be settled at the
coming election. These states are Oregon. Kansas. Wisconsin.
Michigan. Ohio and possibly New Hampshire. All of these
states also may’ be reckoned habitually Republican.
It is evident that the women of the country have an ex
traordinary stake in the coming election. It should be evident
also that they are likely to look not to the Republican party,
but to the Democratic party for ungrudging ami whole-hearted
support of their cause.
If the Baltimore convention shall present a candidate who
has stood up for the women like a man -whose conviction of
their right is sober and seasoned and not extemporaneous lv
will have an excellent chance to win some states out of the Re
publican column by the votes and influence of the mothers and
daughters of men.
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DOROTHY DIX WRITES
OF-
What the Ideal Husband Is—and Is Not
rpHE young: lady artist, who is
’ soon to be married in Bos
ton, to the godson of the
poet Longfellow, has laid down the
following rules for the ideal hus
band :
He must not smoke.
He must not drink intoxicating
liquors.
He must not eat meat.
No doubt to all young maidens
these qualifications for the perfect
husband will seem just too lovely
and poetic and romantic for any
thing, but every married woman
with a personal acquaintance of
the peculiarities of husbands will
read of the bride's demand with
shrieks of derisive laughter, and
hope that, for her own sake, she
won’t get them.
Good Food the Key.
For the ideal husband is not a
pale, under-nourished greeds fed
ascetic, but "a regular man." as
Blanche Ring sings, who has red
blood, and plenty of it, and a hank
ering after the flesh pots
Delicate women, with no appe
tites, are wont to scorn the mas
culine love of the pleasures of the
table, but it doesn't take a wife
long to discover that her best ally
in the matrimonial game is the gas
range, and that a well cooked din
ner will do more to keep a man in
the strait and narrow path than
all of the Ten Commandments.
Beauty may pall upon a man. but
not good eating. He may weary
of the wit of even the most bril
liant of women, but never of her
superexeellent sauces. He may
grow indifferent, too, and perhaps
desert, the wife who has a thou
sand virtues and only one soup,
but he will be faithful until death
to the wife who has the one virtue
of making a thousand soups.
Wise women know this and act
accordingly. They are aware that
the man who knows that he will
get n dinner at home more to his
taste than he could find in any
lobster palace is pretty sure to
come toddling straight to his own
mahogany of an evening instead
of going to some restaurant, and
that the lady across the table
stands a good chance ;-.f being
Friend Wife instead of Totty
Cough Drop of the second row of
the chorus. '
Also, the sagacious married lad'
is wise to the feet that there is
FRIDAY, JUNE 28, 1932.
By DOROTHY DIX.
nothing that discourages a man
from putting on his hat and wan
dering forth from his own fireside
of an evening like being so stuffed
with good food that the only pleas
ure that really beckons is an arm
chair and slippers. It is the in
stinct of all gorged animals to stay
put. and this applies to man as well
as to boa constrictors.
These idiosyncrasies of the mas
culine temperament deliver the
man who likes to eat bound and
helpless into his wife's hands. His
appetite is an instrument upon
which she may ptay as upon a
harp of a thousand strings. Not so
may she do. however, if she has the
ill luck to marry a man who does
not live to eat. but merely eats to
live.
Everything tastes alike to him
because his pallet is as uneducated
as that of the ignoramus who can
not distinguish ragtime from grand
opera, or who thinks a limerick as
good reading as Shakespeare. Eat
ing is a business with such a man.
not an exquisite joy. and there is
no more sentiment connected with
it than there is to the performance
of any other colorless daily task.
Hete, then, is where the wife of
the man who doesn't like to eat
loses out. She lacks the means of
making herself a necessity to her
husband that her sister possesses
who is married to an epicure. If
all he wants is a handful of herbs
and nuts the green grocer can sup
ply them as well as she. If all that
he asks of bread is that it be nour
ishing, any bakery can fill the void.
Between him and his wife there
can be none of that peculiarly ten
der tie that comes of the husband
being dependent upon his wife for
his physical comfort.
What Cements the Marriage.
The filling in a layer cake is the
cement that has held many a mar
riage together, and when a man
goes about bragging that his wife
is the best cook in the community
it is a certificate of domestic felici
ty that you could draw money on at
the bank.
As to the Boston bride's three
specific demands in the idea) hus
band, that he must not cat meat. h<
must not smoke, he must not drink
intoxicating liquors, much along
the line of experience may be said
as opposed to that of theory.
There Is no objection, of course,
to the vegetarian husband beyond
the one j that no man who really
likes to eat is ever a vegetarian.
Only those who believe in plain
living and high thinking ever be
come enamored of the Nebuchad
nezzar cult. There is nothing to
fire the fancy in a plate of carrots
and beans, nothing to thrill the
imagination in a head of cabbage,
nothing to draw the wanderer
home in a dish of potatoes. Nor
can any one picture a happy family
sitting down to a hilarious dinner
of spinach, and arising therefrom
sustained, and comforted, and filled
with good humor.
Vegetarians claim that living en
tirely upon and refraining
from meat, makes mem mild and
amiable, but this is yet to be
proven, and the one best bet in
matrimony is to pick out a nice,
fat gentleman, with a pink skin,
who looks as if he could digest
nails, and who orders a steak a
yard square when he goes to the
restaurant.
As for the lady's objection to
smoking, that also is the voice of
inexperience. Nothing soothes a
man like tobacco, and whatever a
woman's objection to the filthy
weed before marriage, it doesn’t
take her long after marriage to
look upon her husband's pipe as
the pipe of peace, and to draw a
long sigh of contentment when she
sets him get out the meerschaum
that he is so carefully coloring.
She knows, then, that he is settled
for the evening, and all is well.
Nor does the wise wife put the
pedal down too hard on the drink
question. To get drunk in a saloon
is one thing. To have a glass of
beer or nine in one's own home is
another, and it is worthy of the
consideration of women that the
most domestic and home-loving
men in the world are those who
are not forced to chew cloves when
they come in the immediate radius
of their wives.
A Good Man to Shun.
Undoubtedly the man who doesn't
drink, who doesn't smoke and who
doesn’t cat meat must be a lovely
character, but Isn't he just a little
bit too good for human nature's
dally food? And how would a wife
go about working a husband for •
new dress or a hat when he was
never soothed with smoke, nor
tendered optimistic by a good din
ner'.' He'd call fm a u hob new
system of feminine diplomat.'
THE HOME PAPER
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Writes on A
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Her Power to Make ,1
Others Happy
Written For The Atlanta Georgian
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Copyright, 1912, by American-Journal-Examiner.
IONG ago amiability was re
garded as one of the cardinal
virtues of woman.
Then earae some writer (per
haps it was Fanny Fern) who set
the fashion of ridiculing the amia
ble woman.
She was represented as a placid,
unemotional, good-natured crea
ture, stupid and uninteresting or
as a spineless type of femininity—
a human door-mat.
Yet were 1 a. man the first qual
ity I would seek in a wife would
be an amiable disposition.
And it would be most difficult
to find.
Think over all the women
friends and acquaintances you
have, and you will be surprised
to discover how few can be called
amiable,
Webster describes an amiable
c-isopsition as a “lovableness."
And that is precisely what it is.
There is a woman of great bril
liancy: her mental powers are
large, her wit scintillates, her ac
complishments are varied: but
these are not what keep her a fa
vorite in every circle she enters
or makes her an adorable guest in
every housenold fortunate enough
to obtain her presence.
It is her never-failing amiability
and happy good cneer which do
this.
There is another woman who
has limited mentality; she has no
striking qualities of mind, save
kindness of heart and amiability;
yet she is beloved by a large cir
cle, and popular with men and
women, because of the agreeable
impression she leaves. Amiabil
ity isylike a sweet perfume; and
one who possesses it need not con
verse brilliantly or display varied
accomplishments to please.
Whatever your type may be.
then, young lady, whether you are
bright or dull, pretty or plain,
young—or not so young-—rich or
poor, cultivate the great and beau
tiful virtue of amiability.
Take a happy view of life, of
people, of the worlu.
Whatever occurs, accept the sit-
Studying Your Husband
By WINIFRED BLACK.
Dear Winifred black: it
would benefit many if you
would explain why novelists
and others underline “Study your
husband.” It must be a sorry loaje
that needs to go to school after
marriage.
Mutual affection of the right kind
concentrates appreciation, thought
fulness and unselfishness. May I
venture to request your approval
in print? Faithfully yours,
DREW DONALDSON.
210 Washington St., Syracuse.
So you are just a wee bit tired of
being told to “study your hus
band," are you, Drew Donaldson?
Well, I don’t blame you very much.
I hate the whole cut and dried,
planned and schemed —added and
subtracted —viewpoint of matri
mony, anyhow.
“Study your husband." If you
love him you won't have to study
him: you’ll know him better than
you know yourself. And if you
don't love him. all the study in the
world won’t do a thing but make
you see very fault he has and think
it's twice as big as it really is.
What is there so very mysterious
about husband? He’s just a man,
isn't he—a good-hearted, quick
tempered, unreasonable, extrava
gant fellow perhaps—but a man for
all that? The very man you fell in
love with at your friend's wedding,
and he hasn't changed a bit.
Have you? Are you just the
same sweet-tempered, quick-witted,
big-minded girl you were when you
made him like you by admiring
the other girl’s frock, or have you
narrowed down into something so
small and so narrow-minded that
the most amiable creature in the
world couldn't keep in love with
you if he tried with all his might?
Are you as fond of him as you
used to be when you couldn't hear
his voice without a thrill of delight,
or do you just look upon him as a
good p< rson to pay your bills and
that’s about all?
“It must be a sorry love that
needs <.o go to school after mar
riage,'' you think, little woman
who's tired of being told to “study;
your husband,” when nobody tells
your husband to study you. No: I
can't agree with you there.
Life is a school, every minute of
it. We begin in the kindergarten
and we keep right on through the
first grades, where we learn to tell
the letters. How many times did
you cry yourself to sleep, little
woman, before you learned that a-b
spells ab. and not the name of
something great ami good that was
to come to you without study?
Se’ond grade up. where you find
out about figures. Odd things, fig
ures. They arc so stubborn and so
hopelessly matter of fact. They
don't etre how pretty you are. or
how good your heart is. What tin y
want to know Is how much Is two
and two, and If you don't add twn
nation witli serenity, with a laugh;
or if tears will come, smile through
them. Do not be critical or
analytic.
Have a. good word for every
body; see the humorous side of
daily life. And be tolerant, for
giving and patient with people.
If you are born with this ten
dency, you are far more fortunate
than if you had been born heir to
millions and irritable nerves.
The irritable woman, the woman
who is easily upset, easily wound
ed, easily discouraged, and easily
made unhappy often deceives her
self that she is of a peculiarly “re
fined” and “sensitive” nature and
that she feels the hurts of life more
keenly than coarser-fibered beings.
Instead, she is merely indulging
disagreeable tendencies; she Is
self-centered; she is narrow-mind
ed; _she is jealous and envious
ofttimes without the least suspicion
of the fact, and she has put her
own nerves on edge by a wrong
process of thinking.
One born with an unfortunate
tendency in these directions will
find the effort to cultivate amiabil
ity hard.
But it is worth the labor. The
woman who possesses or achieves
amiability gives more pleasure to
the world than any mere woman
of wealth, power or genius who is
not amiable.
There is the memory, of one
amiable woman which Is going
down to the third and fourth gen
erations and is making every one
who prides herself upon any kin
ship anxious to perpetuate and
emulate that ancestral quality.
There is the memory of another
brilliant and beautiful woman, who
was distinctly unamiable, which is
marring and blighting the lives of
many descendants.
Amiability is not only for today;
it is for tomorrow and the day after
and for eternity.
For the habit of the mind is
making- eternity.
Pray much, and pray etver to be
■ helped to develop an amiable and
lovable disposition.
But strive while you pray.
And work always.
and two right there's trouble for
you.
Fourth Grade, Geography—-How
big the world is and what an aston
ishing number of places there are,
"bounded on the north by this”
and “on the south by that,” and
they keep right on being bounded,
too, by the same things, though
you can’t remember their names to
save you life.
Eighth Grade—Big girl now,
aren't you? Hair in a braid, dress
es getting longer: but the same old
facts waiting for you around the
new' corner—only they wear differ
ent clothes. Algebra now instead
of the multiplication table, the his
tory of England instead of the his
tory of the United States.
High School Sororities—College
and at last the great degree, grad
uated, with honor or without, as
you have chosen to have it.
All a school, all a school the
whole of life —and marriage is just
one grade in it, the hardest grade
of all, some say, and some go
through' it without a moment of
joy and trust and loving kindness.
It depends so much upon the rea
son you entered that particular
grade and who it is that sits beside
you through the term.
Lessons! A dozen a day—hard
ones, too, some, of them. ' Lessons
tn patience, and trust, and for
bearance. and generous forgiveness,
and open-hearted confidence and
true-hearted love—the kind of love
that; grows brighter when the. day
is longest and when the lessons are
hardest to learn.
Love! Why, you didn't' know
wnut it meant when you sighed in
l he moonlight, you and the
sits with y ( >u now through all
lessons of all the schools day Id
and day out. You just imitated
some one you'd seen on the stage
or read about in a book, but now
why, you know that mate of yours'
He's foolish sometimes just like
you. and Stubborn, too, Just as you
are, and short-sighted and dull of
tomprehension-—all just as you are
and he gets tired and forgets.
Dear, dear mate, who ever loved
him in his cure-free, confident
vouth as you love him now? How
many times he has helped vou over
a hard Place in the day: how manv
pJ’pk 1 toll Ti l "", k, ‘ d at y»u with
-P's fi 1 of loves comprehension
"ben all the rest were blind!
Vour matt, yours, the one of all
Hie world who will stand by vou
rouble and faith with vou
under tip- weight of woe '
Study him. why. you' kllOw ht ,
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