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Tacts and Tancies for the Tireside
WHO SHALL RULE?
Man, or Money? The People, or the
' Boss?
(Looking Glass.)
This is the issue: Shall government
be by all, or by the few? It has been
the issue since governments were in
stituted by man.
The Referendum, the Recall, a vote
by mail for the rural .voter.
A strong central government with
the referendum in the village, city and
county—under the supervision of the
state.
A strong central government in the
state with the referendum and —under
the supervision of the general govern
ment.
A strong central government for the
nation, commanding respect and guar
anteeing the citizen protection at home
and abroad; subject to a referendum
to all the people all the time, regard
less of color, race, or sex. We all
want it; and we will have it.
The man who wrestles with the cow
And teaches calves to suck,
Who casts the corn before the swine,
Is now in greatest luck;
For butter’s on the upper grade,
Veal’s higher than a kite,
Pork is climbing up the scale
And beef is out of sight;
Eggs he gathers every day
From his Leghorn chicken coop
Are almost worth their weight in gold
And we are in the soup.
His corn brings him a fancy price,
It’s rising every day
He rakes in all kinds of mon.,
For a half a load of hay.
The farmer is in the saddle
And when he comes to town
The rest of us by right
Should go way back and sit down.
—Exchange.
When you retire for the night see
that all doors in the house are closed.
Fire sweeps with resistless force
through open doors that create a draft.
Danger from the dumb waiter may be
minimized by seeing that it is tightly
closed at night.
Never drape a mantel near a stove,
and be careful that no portieres or cur
tains are so hung that they can blow
against the stove. Many fires are
due to carelessness in this.
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WATSON’S WEEKLY JEFFERSONIAN.
THE LOVES OF TWO GREAT MEN.
(Washington Herald.)
How sweet it is—and how grateful
we should be that it is so —to enjoy
the contemplation of so rare a love as
that existing between William McKin
ley and his wife. How restful to turn
aside from the heartaches, the pain,
the sorrow, and the shams of those
who tread the beaten paths through
primrose ways of worldly things, and
give thought to that which we know
to have been ideally pure, ennobling,
and approved of the Master.
The love of William McKinley and
his gentle helpmeet was as simple
as the sunshine of Junetime; it was
just a winding of the ivy about the
oak —an affection without an element
of unrest, of uncertainty, or of doubt.
It is not to be told of in words —they
are such idle things at best. It was
a love born in esteem and high regard;
it was nurtured in serenity, it was
jeweled with the memory of children
sacrificed to death, and it lived and
grew and broadened, and eventually
encompassed entirely two souls that
were truly one, and two hearts that
knew no separate throb.
William McKinley, who cherished
such a beautiful affection for his wife,
was the gentlest of men. Harsh words
rarely, if ever, passed his lips. He
dreaded the task that involved the
slightest possibility of w r ounding a fel
low-creature’s feelings. He was kind,
considerate, tactful. One would hardly
think to find a parallel to his tender
regard for his life companion in such
a man as Robert Toombs, of Georgia.
Toombs was many things that McKin
ley was not. Fiery, hot-tempered,
scornful, and utterly unmindful of the
feelings or pride of those near to him,
the Georgian was a whirlwind of pas
sion and a hurricane of crushing, bit
ing, bitter words. And yet his love
for his gentle invalid wife was ideal.
Like McKinley, Toombs was the
lover to the very last. He was nurse
at the bedside when pain racked the
body of his dear and precious charge.
Never was the day too occupied with
official duty for Toombs to take the
afternoon drive, and never lived the
footman who carried his loved one to
and from the carriage. Those who re
member Robert Toombs in life bear in
their minds no more cherished picture
than that of the lionine Southerner car
rying his frail and fragile wife tender
ly, carefully, in his own strong arms.
To Mrs. McKinley, the martyred presi-
dent was ever “the Major.” To Mrs.
Toombs, the Georgian was ever “the
General.”
It frequently happens thus. Men as
far apart as the poles in temperament,
environment, physical and mental
make-up, come to a high and lofty level
under the inspiration of a good wom
an’s pure and unaffected love. “One
touch of nature makes the whole world
kin,” and the small white hands of the
women worth while guide into a com
mon fellowship the souls of men who
are truly great.
CIGARETTES AGAIN.
(Walton News.)
Not in a number of years have
the dangers of the cigarette habit
been brought home so forcibly to boys
as in the case of young Herbert Se
crist, who died a victim to it at
Detroit a few days ago. His
fate was not more remarkable in any
of its phases than that which has over
taken many another boy, but it was
given such prominence in the Detroit
papers and then in other journals that
it is being used to “point a moral”
all over the country.
Briefly, and plainly, young Secrist’s
heart was enlarged to several times
natural size and all the muscles were
degenerated and flabby. The boy smok
ed 40 to 50 cigarettes a day, and in
two years he changed from a bright,
active, fun loving lad into a moping
misanthrope whose only desire was to
have a cigarette betwen his lips con
stantly. Then came the day when his
heart was too heavy to act, and it
stopped beating. That is all there is
to the case, but how strong an example
it is to other lads, who, thousands of
them, are traveling the same road.
Every town has its percentage of
boys who are cigarette fiends; every
city its army. Business men don’t want
them in places of trust, for business
men know that a boy who has the hab
it which above all others clouds the
intellect, dwarfs the body and blunts
moral responsibility, is not to b e trust
ed.
There is only one safe thing for a
boy to do as regards cigarettes and
that is to let them alone. If the ci
garette habit is never formed it can
never harm.
(New York Journal.)
Avoid matches whose heads readily
snap off. Scores of deaths are tracea
ble to this cause.
AS OTHERS SEE US.
Two monkeys loitered in a tree
Beneath which two men paused one
day;
“Behold, what gifts belong to me!”
The monkeys heard the tall man say.
“I, too, have gifts,” the short man said,
“Although I do not care to boast;
In many lands my name is read,
My fame has spread from coast to
coast.”
Each boasted of his pedigree.
And of the glory he had won,
And of the lovelorn w r omen he
Had left in sorrow, just for fun.
Each gave himself unstinted praise
And each but half concealed a sneer;
Each magnified in many ways
His little income by the year.
And as they talked there, side by side,
Each boasting of the gifts he claim
ed,
Each knew the other knew he lied,
And still they boasted, unashamed.
At last they started on their way,
And then the monkeys in the tree
Coincidently turned to say:
“Alas, what fools these mortals be!”
—Chicago Record-Herald.
DIARY OF A WHITE HOUSE DOG.
(From Philadelphia Ledger.)
9 a.m. —Just bit a lady. Don’t know
who she was, but recognized a Kansas
flavor. She was plainly dressed in
black, with metallic hatches only or
namentation.
10 a. m. —Chased a French diplomat
up a tree, not liking the curls of his
mustache. Cook noticed it and tossed
me a sirloin. Cook’s good fellow. Ger
man, I believe.
11 a. m. —Made one mistake. How
was 1 to know Booker Washington had
a right to come to the front door?
1 p. m. —Kept a Pennsylvania Sena
tor perched on the gate post for twenty
minutes. Roosevelt youngsters great
ly amused.
3 p. m. —Let a railway magnate get
by unchewed. Well, that’s one on me.
6 p. m. —Sampled the calf of a loit
ering journalist. Pretty rank. Afraid
he’s one of the yellow variety. What
if I’ve caught something!
6:01 —Certainly did catch something.
Feel queer. Wow! Doctor!
6:01% —(no entry).
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