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No Limit to the Height of
Buildings
Let Ui First Find Out HOW MUCH MEN CAN DO—Time
Enough Then to Talk of Limitations.
(Copyright, 101*.>
Who Will Be a Terrapin King?
Uncle Sam Thinks There's Money in Diamond Backs.
“The Glory of Poland”
By REV. THOMAS B. GREGORY.
J OHN BOBIESKI. the "Glory of
Poland," died two hundred
and seventeen years ago, and
■with his departure there went
out from the ways of mon one of
tha greatest kings and battle
winners that ever aat upon a
throne.
Sobleekl’s supreme ambition
was to drlva the Turks out of Eu
rope—a fact that Is somewhst
interesting at this time. But In
Sobleskl's day the Turk was a
power to be reckoned with. It
was but the fag-end of that pow
er that was recently routed by
the combined armies of Greece
and the Balkans.
In 1873. at Ohocrflm, Sobleskl
defeated a Turkish army 300.000
strong, and ten years later he
dealt the Crescent a blow at Vi
enna from which It' never fully
recovered. Under the celebrated
Kara Mustapha, one of the
mightiest armies ever seen upon
the continent of Europe raised Its
standards about the walls of the
Austrian capital. All Chrtsten-
:>m trembled. The most power-
Hul of the kings felt their thrones
shaking under them. It was fear
ed, even by the most courageous
and hopef^s that the crack of
doom had zounded. and that at
last the children of the Prophet
were to be the masters of the
white man’s continent.
Hut they were reckoning with
out Sobleskl. In his despair Leo
pold appealed to the Polish king
for help, and his appeal was not
In vain, Sobleskl marshaled his
forces, and wltfi the fury of the
tempest threw hlinsolf upon the
Turks at Vienna, "Allah!" cried
Mustapha, as he saw Sobleskl
leading his men to the charge,
"the King Is surely among them.”
The Poles swept everything be
fore them. Six Pashas were slain,
multitudes of the Turkish rank
and file were slain, and the
Vizier fled with the remnant of
his army. Immediately after the
rout of the Moslem divine service
was held, the preacher taking for
his text, "There was a man sent
from God whose name was John.”
John Sobleskl had saved Vien
na, had saved Europe, The pow
er of the Turk had been broken.
Never again would he be
menace to Christendom.
was Austria—the Austria
Sobleskl saved from the Turk in
1683—that later on helped to con
summate the crime of the ages —
the partition! yf Poland,
the gratitude 'of national
real
And it
that
Such is
Every individual imagining himself artistio and every per-
aon who is afraid that big buildings will hurt the value of his
land try to limit the height of buildings.
It was well enough for Napoleon to limit the height of build
ings in Paris and to make special concessions in the way of taxes
for those that would build in accordance with a general beauti
fying scheme.
But in Napoleon’s day there was no such thing as a sky
scraper. And no building could amount to much in the way
of height anyway.
To-day what the people want is to And HOW HIGH A
BUILDING CAN GO, just to what extent man can conquey
gravity, how silly and trifling he can make the old tower of
Babel look.
Leave it to the majority of the people, and ninety-nine' out
of a hundred would rather see a building one thousand stories in
height than learn that somebody’s “artistic taste" or somebody
else’s greediness had succeeded in limiting man’s experiments.
The buildings of the future will be the skyscrapers, and the
architecture of the future will be skyscraping architecture.
Man, who began with the mud hut as his building, after he
had left the cave or the hole in the cliff, succeeded in building his
wonderful steeples such ae that at Cologne or Strasburg, and
magnificent domes like that of St. Peter’s, and the strange, Orien
tal architecture that imitates the Arab’s tent.
The new step upward and forward is the skysoraper, the
wonderful palace of glass and steel, the house that is destined
to be a city under one roof.
Let those who talk about limiting the height of buildings
consider this prophecy:
Human beings now living will see buildings that will cover
many blocks, buildings that will go hundreds of stories into the
air, having their streets and their street car lines a thousand feet
above the surface.
Let us find out first what man CAN do in the way of sky
scraping construction.
It will be time enough then to tell him what he must NOT do.
A tiresome thing is the individual constructed mentally like
the balky donkey, whose one instinct is to say, “DON’T.”
Uncle Sam has an eye for profits, and Just now he makes a
suggestion that ought to appeal to epicures from the Atlantio
to the Pacific. He says there are dividends in the raising of ter
rapin, and experts in the Fisheries Bureau are anxious for busi
ness men to take notice.
The diamond back terrapin is growing scaroer each year,
and to see if it could not be grown in captivity the Government
started an experiment at Beaufort, N. C., four years ago. With
forty captive females and eighteen males there were hatched
last year five hundred and thirty-eight eggs. This sucoess ac
counts for the report just issued. The faot that terrapin must
be five or six years old before it is fit for the table is offset by
the ability of one man to care for several thousand. Moreover,
it is not subject to epidemic disease, and after the age of two has
no enemy except man himself.
Here is a ohance for the enterprising citizen to avail himself
of an outdoor life and to make money into the bargain.
As We See Ourselves
The short want to be tall and the tall short.
Father Won the First Game E--E—Easy
a TWO VOICES a
BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
(Oopynght, 1913, by American-Jouruxl-Lxaniinor.
Elbert Hubbard
Writes on
Habit the Master
The Master Man, He Says, Is Simply
a Man Who Is Master of One
Person—Himself. When You Are
Master of Yourself, You Are Then
Fit to Take Charge of Other
People.
By ELBERT HUBBARD
VIRTUE.
O H, wanton on«, oh, wicked one, how was It that you came,
Down from the paths o( purity to walk the streets of shame?
And wherefore was that precious wealth, God gave to you tn trust,
Flung broadcast for tho foot of men to trample In the dust?
VICE.
Oh, prudent one, oh, spotless one. now listen well to na
The ways that led to where I tread these paths of sin were three)
And God, and good folks, all oemblned to make them fair to see.
VIRTUE.
Oh, wieked one, blasphemous one, now bow oould that thing beT
VICE,
Tho first was Nature's lovely road, whereon my life was hurled,
I felt the stirring In my blood, which permeates the world.
I thrilled like willows in the spring, when sap begins to flow.
It was young passion In my veins, but how was I to know?
The second was the silent read, where modest mothers dwell
Aag hide Uuw eager, eunoua minds, the u*U> they ought tell.
That misnamed road, called ‘Innocence," should bear the sign "To Holl.’
With song and dance In Ignorance 1 walked that road and fell.
VIRTUE.
Oh, fallen one, unhappy one, but why not rise and go
Back to the ways you left behind, and leave your sins below,
Nor linger In this vale of sin, since now you see, and know?
VICE.
The third road was the fair highway, trod by the good and great
I cried aloud to that vast crowd, and told my hapless fate.
They hurried all through door and wall and shut Convention’s gate.
I beat It with my bleeding hands: they must have heard me knock.
They must have heard wild sob and word, yet no one turned the lock.
Oh, It is very desolate, on Virtue’s path to stand,
And see the good folks flocking by, withholding look, and hand.
And so with hungry heart and soul, and weary brain and feet,
1 left that highway whence you came, and sought the slDful street.
Oh, prudent one, oh, spotless one, when good folks speak of me.
Go, teii Lem of L<j ft&iig k G*mg. *fcg iwuiwbd'k ani Lye*.
I NDUSTRY is Intelligent action,
motion, movement. And now
science tells us that thought
also is a physical action, a move
ment, a vibration of the cells of
the brain.
Wandering, dreamy thought Is
merely bad habit, or, more proper
ly, lack of a good habit, for It leads
nowhere.
To carry brlcke back and forth
from one side of the street to the
other Is not Industry, because It
lacks Intelligent purpose.
To think and make no headway
is simply to carry bricks back and
forth.
To play the devil’s tattoo on a
chair; monkey with the forks and
spoons at table; adjust your neck
tie forty times a minute; stroke
your mustache or hitch your trous
ers—these things are not industry.
Gents do these things, but gentle
men never.
Ability to Play.
And the difference between the
gent and the gentleman Is the dif
ference between the Man and the
Master Man. The Master Man Is
simply a man who Is master of one
person—himself. When you have
mastered yourself, you are then fit
to take charge of other people.
The Master Man Is a person who
has evolved Intelligent Industry,
Concentration, Self-Confidence un
til these things become the habit
of his life.
Industry In Its highest sense
means conscious, useful and Intel
ligent efTort. Carried to a certain
point, Industry is healthful stimu
lation—It means active circulation,
good digestion, sound sleep. The
sensible man will ascertain his
limitations and not carry his In
dustry to the point of exhaustion.
Before he is tired out, he will turn
his attention to something else.
The ability to concentrate requires
the ability to relax. In order to
work you must know how to play.
Men who carry great burdens and
responsibilities are always those
who are able at times to lay down
the burden and be a child with the
children. They can laugh. And
there Is no medicine equal to the
merry laugh.
It is the intermittent current
that makes the telephone possible;
the man of power Is the man who
changes his work—he does one
thing at a time, but he does not do
the thing all the time.
To cultivate concentration prac
tice relaxation. Lie down on the
floor for three minutes on your
back, breathe deeply, lie still and
turn your mind in—thinking of
nothing.
To concentrate on your work
you must enjoy your work.
And to enjoy your work you
must drop it at certain hours.
Habit a Chain.
He lasts longest and soars high
est who cultivates the habit of Just
being a boy for an hour a day.
Take a vacation every day if you
want to do good work.
Are you In the treadmill? Well,
the only way you can get out is by
evolving mastership.
We are controlled by our habits.
At first we manage them, but later
they manage us. Habits young
are like lion’s cubs—so flufTy and
funny! Have a care what kind of
habits you are evolving—soon you
will be In their power, and they
may eat you up. It is habit that
chains us to the treadmill and
makes us subject to the will of
others. And It is habit that gives
mastership—of yourself and others.
Industry Is a habit. Men who
go to bed any old time and get
up when they feel like It are never
industrious—worse, they are never
healthy. Muldoon says that the
man who has to get up at six
o’clock In the morning never haa
Insomnia. If you have to get np
at six you’ll go to bed at ten, and
this means you'll get the habit of
going to sleep. )
If you acquire the habit of study
ing and reading good books from
seven-thirty to nine-thirty six even
ings a week you’ll soon find It a
delightful habit,
I know a great writer In England
who writes every morning from
eight o’clock to eleven, and he
writes at no other time. He has
acquired the habit At eight
o'clock his brains begin to fire up,
and he finds It easy and pleasura
ble—necessary—to concentrate on
his work.
The habit of Self-Confidence Is a
result of the habits of Industry and
Concentration. And I hope I’ve
made It clear that Concentration 5s
the result of pleasurable, useful ef
fort, of Industry.
Also I hope I’ve made It clear
that for Industry to be of the first
quality the person must at times
relax and find rest In change
through play—be a child—run,
frolic, dig In the garden, saw
wood—relax.
Road to Mastership.
When you have reached a point
where yonr work gives you a great,
quiet Joy, and through this Joy and
Interest you concentrate, then
comes Self-Confidence. You are
now well out on the road to Mas
tership. Robert Louis Stevenson
said, "I know what pleasure Is, for
I have done good work.”
The recipe for Self-Confidence Is:
Do good work. “Courage,” says
Emerson, "comes from having done
the thing before.” A man who
does good work does not have to
talk, apologize or explain—his
work speaks. And even though
there be no one to appreciate it,
the man feels in It a great, quiet
joy. He relaxes, smiles, rests,
fully Intent on taking up his labors
to-morrow and doing better than
ever.
The highest reward that God
gives us for doing good work is the
ability to do better work. Rest
means rust.
So we get the formula: Acquire
physical and mental Industry by
doing certain things at certain
hours, ceasing the efTort before It
becomes wearisome. In mental
work keep In touch with people
who are a little beyond you.
The joy and satisfaction of suc
cessful effort—overcoming obsta
cles, getting lessons, mastering de
tails which we once thought diffi
cult—evolves into a habit, and
gives Concentration. Industry and
Concentration and Self-Confidence
spell Mastership.
So from the Man we get the
Master Man. What lies beyond
I do not know. PeVhaps when I
become a Master I shall know—
one stage at a time is enough. If
there isn’t time in this life, per
haps there will be hereafter.
PERTINENT PARAGRAPHS
When a young man tells a girl
that he la' not worthy of her, in
nine cases out of ten he tells the
truth.
♦ • a
If a man can attend every base
ball game during the season it is
a sign that his wife is no suffra
gette.
* • *
Do not waste your time knock
ing small men. Hit a big one
if you desire to attract attention.
• • •
The fool is seldom so foolish
that he can not observe the fool
ishness of the other fool.
• « •
The nearsighted girl can gen
erally pick out the distant ice
cream sign.
• • •
Dove is blind, but of course,
marriage will remove the eata-
Tennpssee preacher who slays
a serpent in the House of the
Lord is a few thousand years too
late.
• * *
Doubt is cast upon the report
that an actress will wed a cer
tain Duke who doesn’t exist.
• • •
Don’t tell everything you know.
Sometimes it U not so valuable if
the other fellow knows it.
• • •
We always feel flattered if not
entirely satisfied when a «t u b-
born man agrees with us
The cheerful liar seldom at
tracts as much attention as the
vicious scandalmonger.
Norwich, Conn., bootblack Is
made a policeman. Ought to
ahins on his new Job.