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From Line Jo time we publish here small pictures, each with 11
meaning. We invite you to think about them, discussing them with
the family—each member perhaps taking one of the pictures and j
writing out his own thought.
That would be a good and a useful "family game" for Winter
evenings. The brain must be exercised and developed as much as
the muscles in the arm.
The way to go about it is to fix attention on one subject, think
of it, AND THEN WRITE DOWN THE THOUGHTS.
There is one difference between pitiful failure and envied sue
cess. That difference is THINKING.
A million human beings practice billiards, golf, tennis, baseball
for ONE that practices THINKING.
Thinking needs practice as much as any other effort.
And thinking, properly developed and properly used, will
do for the thinker more than he could do for himself in any other
w*y.
Therefore, accustom yourself to use the machine inside of the i
biftin. And accustom the children and others whom you influence i
to make of thinking a business actually practiced.
More
Pictures to
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Your Own Head lx Worth a Thousand in Some-
body Else’s.
(Copyright. 1913.)
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If the Toys Could Talk
SHOP EARLY. Make it easier for the clerks and yourself. SHOP EARLY.
THE LIGHTHOUSE ON T HE SEA.
Life is an ocean, big enough and wide enough. Yet nearly all
of us are bumping against the rocks and few see the real shining
light of truth. It must be a foggy age in which we live.
Think about this picture. About the lighthouse that means |
salvation to the great ship intelligently managed, and that means |
death to the migrating bird that dashes its life out against the
thick glass.
The trained mind Is guided by facts, the untrained mind
dashes against them, desperately.
The intelligent navigator looks at the light, knows just where
he is, and how he must steer. The little clam buried in the sand
does not see the light at all, and that does not truch matter as the
clam never goes anywhere and never thinks. That little clam is
the average voter.
You could think and write several things about this picture.
DEATH—THE BUZZARD—WILL GET HIM.
This is a picture of what we call "Success" toiling along
nder its load. Nearly all of us have said: "There goes Old Man
So and So. What a lot of money he has I” When we see a rich
d man go by, we are usually looking at this picture. Death is
Buzzard and he gets the old man when the time oonuu to
drop the load.
Intelligent buzzard—he knows more than the man. For he
Lk- ne man and leaves the money.
and write about this picture, and it may help you to
. sis, the great naturalist, did when he said: "I have
■ i0 Vl ~s to make money."
How To Be Eminent
“Servival Value” A New Phrase
By REV. C. F. AKED, D.D., LL. D.
By ELBERT HUBBARD
H OW Is a man to persuade
the world that he Is a very
eminent person? If you
are really eminent, and you ad
mit is, but the stupid world does
not, w'hat must you do to secure
for your eminence sufficient emi
nence? And if you are not emi
nent, but you think you are, how
ought you to set about the task
of getting the rest of mankind to
agree with you?
These serious questions are
suggested by a discussion which
has broken out in one of the
great cities of England. Unkind
persons will say that the discus
sion is painfully English. Unkind
persons may be kindly ignored.
A finely humorous situation is for
the Joy of the whole earth. The
moral of it is for us all.
A clergyman of th«= Episcopal
Church, receiving promotion and
removing from a great Northern
city to another part of England,
took a flying kick at his one-time
neighbors in non-conformist
churches. For the benefit of un
initiated persons who, having
lived all their lives in a land of
religious liberty and equality, fail
to grasp the distinctions of Eng
lish religious life, it may be
pointed out that the Episcopal
Church is supposed to be THE
Church of England, while Bap
tists, Congregationalists. Metho
dists. Presbyterians and all others
are merely “non-conformists.”
Well, this clerical kicker said
that when he went to the city in
question "there were at least
non-conformist ministers of emi
nence there. When I left there
was not one’'—and the fat was
in the fire.
The local newspaper, one of the
great dailies of England, saw its
chance. It sent an interviewer to
some prominent non-conformist
ministers to ask them, in effect,
how they enjoyed their non-emi
nence. One supposes that the ed
itor who sent out his interviewer
had little hope of success. He is
familiar with the Scriptures. He
knows, with the Hebrew proverb-
builder, that in vain is the net
spread in the sight of any bird.
But he thought it was worth try
ing.
They “l’ell for it"—blessed
, phrase, untranslatable into Eng
lish! Every man-jack of them
fell for it. Not one of them was
Immodest enough to declare him
self eminent. With delightful
brotherliness each suggested that
the others were. Their unanimi
ty was wonderful.
The preachers in question were
conscious of each other’s emi
nence. One of them says to the
reporter that he is inclined to
doubt whether any notice should
be taken of the statement of
Brother W. So he proceeds to sit
up and take notice that these re
marks are “spiteful and uncalled
for, un-Christian and imperti
nent." He is ready w ith the vul
gar little boy’s “You’re another.”
He asserts that there are in the
city non-conformist ministers
whose names are know n “far and
away beyond the borders whore
Brother W. is unknown.” Asked
by the reporter for names, he
modestly declines.
This is a very good beginning.
"The eminence which most minis
ters covet is that of being known
as Christian gentleman.” another
preacher tells the reporter. And
lie illustrates the eminent cour
tesy of a Christian gentleman by
remarking genially that Brother
W. has been guilty of "an act of
impertinence."
The delusion of eminence is
first cousin to the delusion of
luck. In the long run a person
generally gets the position to
which he is entitled. A negligent
person is negligible. Too many
of our fellow s are where they are
because they have never shown
an effective desire to be anywhere
else. There is not a trade, busi
ness. profession or calling in
which old-fashioned virtues of
courage and perseverance and in
dustry are not title deeds to as
largo a measure of "eminence” as
is necessary for our happiness
and usefulness.
One of the aeutest business men
that America produced in the last
generation was in the habit of
saying: “Never have anything to
do with an unlucky man, for there
is no such thing as luck." He
meant that if a man is always
down and out. and if he can find
no explanation of it but bad luck,
there is something wrong some
where. There is a reason for it,
whether you know what the rea
son is or not. And you had bet
ter beware of a man who always
has that silly excuse ready.
The man who hits the right nail
squarely on the head, and hits It
hard enough and hits it often
enough, generally has the luck to
drive it in. And this is all the
eminence that an honest man or
woman needs to worry about.
A NEW phrase has been
added to our vocabulary.
It is the expression, "sur
vival value.”
Actions have survival value ac
cording to the degree of good
that grows out of them.
The act of planting a tree has
a survival value. The man who
planted the tree had the job of
doing; the tree adds to the value
of his real estate, but the tree
will exist long after the man has
turned to dust.
Advertisements that increase
good-will possess survival value,
literature that contains wit, val
uable information, uplift, pos
sesses survival value.
All worthy acts, all honest
work, all sincere expressions of
truth—whether by pen or voice
—have a survival value.
Civilization is a great, moving
mass of survival values, aug
mented, increased, bettered, re
fined by every worthy life. Man
dies, but his influence lives and
adds to the wealth, the happi
ness and the welfare of the world.
Art distinctly has survival
value. The artist appeals to the
age to come. What he produces
is dedicated to time. He does not
look for a quick return.
Hate, revenge, jealousy, doubt,
negation, have no survival value.
Courtesy, kindness, good-will,
right intent, all add to the sum
of human happiness. Not only
do they benefit the individual
who gives them out. but they
survive in various forms and add
to the betterment of the world.
All deeds, whether work or
play, should be judged with the
idea of survival value in mind.
The difference in men is large
ly in the way they use the hours
that are their own. Tell me
what a man does between 7 and
10 o’clock in the evening and I
will tell you what he is. Also,
I will tell you where he will be
ten years from now’.
In America is a vast army of
commuters who ride back and
forth night ana morning between
their country homes and the
places where they do business in
the city.
The majority of these com
muters expend this hour, night
and morning, in skimming the
newspapers. Some sit and talk.
Others simply sit.
Others there be who indus
triously play cards. For the most
part, card playing has no survi
val value.
I know commuters who have
played cards for ten years. These
men are no wiser, no better, and
their lives are no fuller than they
were ten years ago.
Out of every hundred commu
ters you will find, perhaps, one
man who carries in his side pock
et a copy of Emerson’s “Essays.”
Carlyle’s "French Revolution,”
Buckle’s "History of Civilization,”
or some other good book.
He may not read very much
of it, but the book Is his com
panion. If he merely peeps into
it and reads half a page a day,
in five years he will be a trans
formed individual—he will be
differentiatel from the "bunch.”
Emerson added to the wealth
of the world when he gave us
the expression, the "Law of
Compensation.”
Herbert Spencer did the same
for us when he referred to the
“Law of Diminishing Returns.”
Ernest Haeckel did as much
when he spoke of the “Law of
Pivotal Points,” and the unknown
man w’ho flung out the words
"Survival Value.” made us his
debtor.
Thoughts are the result of feel
ings.
The recipe for good writing is
write as you feel, but be sure you
feel right. But before you write
you must have an equipment—a
literary kit—of mouth-filling, ex
pressive, far-reaching words and
phrases.
Through language we touch
finger tips with the noble, the
great, the good, the competent,
living or dead, and thus are we
made brothers to all those who
make up the sum total of civil
ization.
ln=Shoots
All w’ant to lead the simple life.
But few can agree as to the defi
nition of the word simple.
* * * *
It is better to boast of a nice
cemetery than, have a town en
tirely without attractions.
* * *
It is wiser to select something
within range of your ammunition
than to aim too high.
* * *
The modern dogs of war appear
to be of the barking variety.
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Charity that begins at home
often gets cold feet.
* * *
The smooth talker is sometimes
full oi ragged fight.
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What is the Touchstone
for a Woman s Age?
Not Birthdays, Nor Looks, Nor Clothes,
Nor Complexions: They Reveal Nothing
Nowadays—Perhaps Mental and Spirit
ual Youth Makes a Woman Young, Even
After Her Body Has Grown Old.
By DOROTHY DIX.
T HE other day a group of
women were discussing age,
that topic always interest
ing to their sex, and how you could
tell how old Ann is.
‘‘Not by birthdays,” they ex
claimed with one voice. ‘‘There’s
no such foolish way of telling
a woman’s age as by the years
she has passed. A variegated as
sortment of birthday presents
doesn't make a woman old. There
are women who are mere
debutantes at eighty, and others
who are the oldest inhabitant while
still in their cradles,”
“Nor can you tell how old a
woman la by her looks nowadays,
said the woman In the taupe suit,
“for It’s only the very young who
have any character lines In their
faces.
“By the time a woman gets old
enough to acquire a real human
expression on her countenance she
begins, to have her wrinkles Ironed
out by massage, so there are no
little telltale lines left around the
eyes and mouth by which you can
give a guess at how many Sum
mers, and also Winters, have rolled
over her head.
“It’s granddaughter who has
got the crow's feet now, and
grandmama whose face is as
smooth as a china doll’s.”
"And everybody wears hand
made complexions,” agreed the
woman in blue, ‘‘and even the mere
chits are sporting gray hair, just
as all the old dames flaunted ma
hogany colored locks two or three
years ago, so that your eyes no
longer give you a yardstick by
which to measure a woman’s length
of days.’’
As for Clothes, Women
of 16 and 60 Wear the
Same Now.
“And as for clothes,’’ wailed the
woman in the red hat, “there’s no
difference between the things that
sixteen and sixty wear, unless It
Is that sixteen Is a little more dig
nified and conservative in Its
taste. Why, the only thing that
makes me suspect that I’m getting
old myself is that I find myself
passing up good substantial dark
colors in favor of baby blues and
pinks and that I sort of lean to
ward hats with Queen of May
effects, and when a woman of my
age begins to yearn for millinery
with wreaths of flowers it’s a sure
sign of the approach of senile de
mentia.”
“V ell,” said the woman In
taupe, “my test for approaching
age In a woman is to notice
whether In her conversation she
shies away from dates as a nerv
ous horse does from an automo
bile, When a woman avoids lo
cating anything In any particular
year it’s because she doesn't want
you to get a line on her.
"Another test that never fails
sclousness that she is growing
old, and who Is getting busy try
ing to stop the clock.
“You know how it is. She>
gone along, like the balance of us,
thinking that she’s drunk at the
fountain of perpetual youth, and
then, one day, she takes a look In
the glass, and sees that she has
got fat, and settled-looking, and
that her hair is turning gray
around the temples, and lines
coming about her mouth.
“Talk about your panics! She’s
in a blue funk, and she beats it
down to the nearest beauty par
lor, and boils and bakes herself,
and has her poor body pounded
into a pulp, and begins to do
without everything she wants to
eat. And she tries to youthify
her conversation by giggling, and
acting kittenish, and talking
girly-girly stuff that sounds as
If she had softening of the brain.
"I pray God on my knees to
save me from acting the fool
when I cross the age line.”
“I think,” said the woman with
the long feather in her hat, “that
the real test of age Is not physi
cal, but mental. It depends upon
the suppleness of your soul, and
not your body.
We Are Mentally Young
While We Can Grasp
New Thoughts.
"We’re young physically just as
long as every muscle is flexible
and pliable and quick to make
any change and movement, and
we are young mentally—really
young—just as long as our minds
are alert to new Ideas, new
thoughts and capable of taking
new points of view.
“The first sign of physical age
Is when we begin to stiffen up at
the joints, and to prefer to sit
and watch others play to playing
ourselves, and we have begun to
grow old mentally when we begin
to think that all modern progress
is foolishness, and that the old
ways are the best ways, and when
we want to hear the old music,
and read the old books, and harp
upon the past.
“1 don’t mind admitting, in con
fidence, that the first realization I
had that I was growing old came a
few months ago when I found my
self shocked at all the new dances,
and comparing them in my mind
with the dances that prevailed when
I wasa girl. I'd been saying that the
tango and the turkey trot, and so
on, were indecent, and all of a
sudden I recalled that that was
exactly what my mother had said
about waltzing. She had com
pared the waltz unfavorably with
the lanciers and the quadrille of
her youth, and her mother had
considered the lanciers and quad
rilles vulgar, romping dances as
contrasted with the minuet of her
days.
Young People Now Find
Nothing Shocking in
Modern Dances.
"And I observe that the young
people now find nothing at all
shocking or suggestive in the
dances of to-day, so it’s Just a case
Is when she always says 'we
girls’ did so and so, and when she
always prefaces every reminis
cence by remarking, 'I was very
young at the time.’ If you will
notice you will observe that all
the little youngsters in college
call each other "women,” while
ladies who are forty, or half
passed, always speak of them
selves and each other as ‘girls.’ ”
"Right-oh,” exclaimed the wom
an in the black hat, ‘ all of those
signs of age are signs that never
fail In dry weather. But what we
think of a woman's age doesn’t
matter.
"It’s what she thinks that
counts, and the most amusing and
pathetic thing on earth is the
sight of a woman who has had It
dawn suddenly upon her con-
of other times, other manners.
"And another tip I got that I
was growing old was that I
couldn’t reconcile myself to the
new clothes. I was horrified at the
tightness and the thinness, and the
splitness, and I wanted a good old
fashioned, roomy skint with plaits
In it, and with petticoats under It,
and a waist that came up high In
the neck and long in the sleeves.”
"And what did you do?” asked
the woman in the blue hat.
“I went and bought me the ex-
tremest clothes 1 oould get,”
smiled the woman in the black
hat.
“Well,” said the woman in taupe,
“I can tel! eractly how old a woman
Is. I ask her where she stands on
suffrage, and If she doesn’t be
lieve in it I know she’s forty-five if
she’s a day. You could find a hen's
tooth quicker than you could find a
young woman who doesn’t believe
in equal rights for men and
women.'
STARS AND STRIPES ]
Aviator who escaped the fire of
Austrian guns by rising 4,000 feet
must have felt highly elated.
* * *
It is reported the navy refused
men with flat feet. May be only
a misunderstanding.
* * *
Maeterlinck says boxing is a
violent exercise. Evidently he
has never seen two of our White
Hopes in action.
packet or needle
The man who gets a reputation
for being clever generally has to
sit up nights to keep it.
* * *
A big mistake to refuse thin
men service in the navy. They’re
not so easy to hit.
* * *
Radium to be obtained from
Colorado ore, says The London
Daily Mirror. A pleasing reflec
tion.
* * •
Shocks of a recent earthquake
described as a "series of bumps.”
Should have read "serious
bumps.”