Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 47, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 February 1910 — Page 2

PAPERS BY THE PEOPLE

WORK IN REALITY A DI\LSE BLESSING.

««■** • Work to-day wears a sour and stern countenance, not seldom full of pain, Indeed, and cn this account we are ndt without our fears that under the influence or socialism something of the joys of life may be sacrificed. W<* sometimes imagine that if work sat upon the all-powerful throne of life there would be no room for pleasure and pain any longer, for the free activity of the spirit in the kingdbm

Ol' art aad beauty in that world of the ideal where, all traces of human indigence are obliterated. Let us look at the great subject in a large way. God Is a creating, working God. With His breath He sustains *ll that lives. He renews the face of the earth unceasingly. So great and numerous are His works, so full is the earth of His wisdom and goodness, that the children cf men may dwell under the shadow of His wing. _ __ But man is only truly man when he is like God. Therefore, only the creating, working man can speak of the divine nobility of his nature; only such a man can be sure of being in the image and likeness of God, of •haring the eternal Father's strength and life. He should no longer (Work because he must, but because he will. He will And his supreme happiness in his work. A co-worker with God, he will carry some stone to the great temple of humanity in which the divine light, life and love shall stream ever clearer and warmei to man.

REINC; FALLACY OF FAR EAST.

The literature of the reincarnation cult abounds in the repeated, the stereotyped phrase, “the inequalities of life," which inequalities, considered from the Viewpoint of the whole, are among the choicest blessings. The reverse cf inequality is sameness or deadly monotony. A forest of trees the same in kind, shape and height would induce a distressing mania. If all births were equal, if there

were no ignorance to educate, no vicious to reclaim, reformers would be denied the pleasure of aiding the illborn and lifting up the depraved on to the higher planes of moral ecnsclousness and a better life. The test of a speculation, or qf any theory, is its pr^ctlcability t What, then, is the result of a 2,000 years’ belief in reincarnation upon Hinduism? Did the Hindus discover the potency of steam, did they’ put the railway system In practice, did they discover the Morse telegraphic communication, did they discover

THE NEW ROTATING SAFE.

Vnnlt In ATwayn In When Locked and l« Burglor Proof, The improved melting methods now In the hands of expert burglars in .he form of gas "cutting burners" has so greatly impaired the burglar-proof Qualities of existing safes as to warrant serious attempts to devise some new type that will resist their powerful effects. All the safeguards so far devised in this country against such fcufhers are based on reducing their efficiency by increasing the thickness of the plates. The unique safe shown in the illustrations, the invention of a German saje expert, and already installed in several of that country’s largest banks, is entirely on a different principle. Instead of reducing the efficiency of the burners it makes melting of the metal by such means absolutely impossible. It is a safe divided into two parts, one part being the surrounding con-

CONDITION WHEN REVOLVING.

crete or stone wall, and the other the armored safe proper. The wall section is stationary, but within it the <armored safe is revolved by means of j an electric motor fitted close to the lower ball bearings on which the safe is pivoted. During business hours the safe is | stationary, entrance to it being gamed thiough the doors. During this period electric accumulators witnin the safe are connected with an outride charging circuit, which connection is bioken when the closing hour approaches. A time switch, likewise within the safe, is set to stop the motor at any given time the next morning or the following morning, should -the—day—be—Saturday, The - doors are closed, and the motor is itarted by an outside switch, which, however, is not capable of stopping it again. The safe then commences to revolve, and continues this movement at a speed of about three feet a second until stopped by the time switch. Rotating at such a speed, the surface of tht safe at any given point' is continually changing which makes impossible a successful attack by "cutting burners.” Again, as the safe is designed as a polygon, the distance be- ; tween the armor and the melting instrument in the hands of the burglar is changing constantly, and with proper distance. Any contact between the burner and" the rotating wall j Would, to say the least, place* the

By Prof. Geo. Burman Foster.

By Dr. F. M. Perbles.

FASCINAT ION of the AUCTION HABIT

In the fall and spring one goes to auctions; that is, if one has acquired * U€t! f* bablt ” You ' dear lonian, who have time and the inclination ?annot resist if you let this peculiar habit get hold of you- you will go—you . bl 'y—thing s for which you have no use; things you do not need, just because the temptation proves tod strong and you cannot resist. t is said a drunkard cannot pass a saloon with its tempting sign- there u-l“ tlon iD th ° Se S ' SnS for him because of his raging thirst for’drink. v\eu, i have seen women who could no more resist the red flag of the auctioneer than can such a poor, demoralized man the signs that carry temptation in every letter. There is no doubt of its oeing a nice, ladylike form of dissipation, this love of auction buying; you will look with disgust, with loathing, and be loud in your denunciation of gambling, of drunkenness of , bolts ot thln Ss, but if you have contracted this habit its hold is quite as vices 8 UPOD y ° U aS UP ° n th ° Se ° ther Victims ’ or> rather , victims of other And it is not always In the hope that something really worth while may be "knocked down to you,” for next to nothing that carries you Jo such sales. Are you not nearly always on the lookout for some bit of antique furniture, perhaps; some rare small piece of bijouterie that has been tucked away so others do not see it? Sometimes you, ddar woman, may have a “fad” for collecting somethin*it may be fans or tables or ’amps, or anything about the house; then vou go to every auction where there can be a chance to bid in something of the Ta re “ ember tbat auctioneers are always cognizant of these fads. They will soon recognize you; any one'of them will note exactly what you are in the habit of buying, and, dollars to cents, he can tell iu«t which of the hundreds of things he is about to sell you are likely to bid on Then, if he knows his calling, he will have an imaginary bidder readvhe will watch you when you think you *re indifferent; he will not need that you call out the additional bid; just the barest nod of the head- even the flicker of an eyelash will be enough for his experienced eye and von will be caught in the meshes of your habit again. . ’ We ail know that woman that buys bargains; I know one exceeding well; so well that I never go to a store on “bargain day” without a severe mental arraignment of myself, and a peep into numerous boxes where !r! stored things I may never hope to use, and which nobody on earth wlms tor which not much cash was paid in each especial case, but a respectabt sum can be counted up in the sum total. That is why lam tellkj tl not let the “auction habit” grow on you.—St. Louis Globe-Democraf 1

burner out of commission and endanger the operator. The same may be said of any other tool used in an attempt. to break the safe open.—Popular Magazine.

; The Widow'll Cap Dates Back to Ancient Eiopt. The widow’s mourning cap dates back to the days of ancient Egypt. Egyptian men shaved the beard anfi . the head as a token of mourning. The women, instead of cutting ofT the hair, concealed it with a close cap. The Romans, who were as a race clean shaven, shaved the head in mourning and wore a wig. The black band on the sleeve as a sign of raourninspeomes ko us from the days of chivalry. The : lady tied a scarf or napkin, as the handkerchief was called, about the arm of her knight. If he was killed in battle she wore the band in memory of him. Black has so Jong been s the color of grief In Anglo-Saxon coun- | tries that it Beems a part of the up-

the telephone, or the spectroscope, or the liquefaction of oxygen, radium, wireless telegraphy, electric light? What has the reincarnation cult done during centuries for the overthrow of child marriage, for removing the curse of caste, and for the physical and mental education of India’s millions? „ As an imported theory from the dreamy, imaginative Bast, reincarnation may be thus summarized: It is not based upon one well-established scientific fact; it sets at defiance the law of evolution as ascending step by step through mineral, vegetable, man, angels, seraphs, gods; its 80,000,000 of believers in India, Tibet, Korea, Bur ma, constitute the most superstitious people on earth; it annihilates or stupefies memory for long periqds of time; it degrades the aspirations of the spirit by rotating it back again and again into the meshes of matter; as a Karmic force It knows nothing of mercy or forgiveness, mercilessly punishing souls in this life for wrongs » committed in some previous existence; in brief, it is a mingling of Hindu magic and Tibetan eclipsing the mind and deepening every mystery of the universe.

IS WESTERN CIVILIZATION A FAILURE?

material prosperity, even though its silver lines are set on a background of squalid poverty and lawless schemes of revolution. The nervous restlessness which characterizes life in Western cities is not the mark of true progress or sound civilization. This is felt to be so by the cultured few who are puzzled and amazed at the ‘ up-to-date’’ craze which is slowly but surely quenching the spirit and so ruining the most valuable asset alike of the individual and the nation. , It is folly to call this wide expansion of sensuousness and worldliness an age of progress. Sages declare that cities get filled wiih tile rural population when love of finery and amusemeut dominates the minds of the people. The flight of the count rv into towns, known already to be too full of the unemployed and the unemployable, is like the rush of insects into a bonfire lit in a tropical night, and afferds positive proof that the spread of sensuous ideals is breaking up the foundations of society.

MOURNING CUSTOMS.

The West, which includes Europe and America, is firmly persuaded that it is progressing satisfactorily. It is proud of its success in industry, science and politics, and claims to have created and to live in an age of progress. “Fifty years of ever-broadening commerce. fifty years of ever-brightening science and fifty years of ever-widening empire" represent the cry of those who are satisfied with

side-down civilization of the east that Japan and China wear white. But no longer ago than the time of Elizabeth the unfortunate Mary of Scotland wore white on the death of Darnlev. Even now the hearse used for children is white, and in England the .mourners at funerals of young unmarried persons wear hatbands and sashes of white. A queer English custom is tliai of decorating the black hearse horses with long black tails. They attract no more attention on a street of an Eng lish city than do the black nets us -J in this country to cover the horses/

How to Treat a Wife.

An ancient Egyptian moralist, writing to his son, said; “If thou takest a wife try In make her happier than any of her women friends. She will be doubly, bound to thee if the tie is sweet to her. Accord her what pleases her. She will appreciate the effort.”

tl Host people spend all the money they,can get, whether It Is a dollar a week, or fifty.

By P. Ramanathan.

LESSON FROM A MULE

Dakota (Farmer from “Down East*’ • -earned How to Raise Wheat at Critical Time. CROPS WERE ALL BURNED UP. Discovered the Efficacy of the Holler and Revolutionised Agricultural Methods. Twenty-five years ago, during the “dark days” of the west, when every :rop failed and thousands of settlers were returning “back east,” a discouraged farmer in South Dakota, looking over his ruined field for the last time before trekking back to Vermont, no-’ ticed that in the tracks made by his old lame mule, where the soil was packed by the weight of the animal, the wheat had grown strong and tall. As a result of this observation South Dakota now harvests one of the largest wheat crops of any state in the union, and is filled with prosperous farmers, while the erstwhile discouraged farmer himself, H. W. Campbell, is owner of five big wheat farms ag-. gregating 3,000 acres, which produce an average of sixty bushels an acre, says a Lincoln (Neb.) correspondent of the New York Herald. He is known as the “Bonanza Farmer” of the west. And all because a lame mule tramped across his wheat field one day. The good stalks of grain growing In the mule tracks and surrounded by puny stems set Campbell to thinking.

GOVERNOR OF UNITED SOUTH AFRICA.

HERBERT JOHN GLADSTONE AND HIS WIFE.

Mr. Gladstone, who has been British Secretary of State for Home At fairs since 1905, has accepted the post of first Governor General of United South Africa. He is the youngest son of the l»te W. E. Gladstone, and was born in January, 1854. Mrs. Gladstone is the youngest daughter of the late Sir Richard Paget.

From it he evolved a new system of farming. His neighbors laughed at him and remained poor, while Campbell grew wealthy. When he wanted new tools with which to farm according to his- new ideas, the farm implement manufacturers made light of his ideas. Campbell made his own tools, and to-day they are being manufactured in Odessa, Arad, Hungard, Hyderabad and half a dozen cities in the United States. He wanted to tell the western farmers what he had discovered, so he turned editor and has had the satisfaction of seefng his articles reproduced in a dozen different languages. One of these, an article on soil value, \vas translated into Russian by Tschaikowsky, the Russian political writer, while he was a prisoner in the fortress of Peter and Paul at St. Petersburg. ’ E. H. Harriman, as he once passed through the great wheat country of the west, held out his hand to Mr. Campbell, who was in the railroad man’s private car, and said: “If the Union Pacific gave you sl,000,000 every year it could not pay you for its increased freight from your work.” • Mr. Campbell now lives in Lincoln, Neb., where he maintains a force of clerks to keep the accounts of his big farms and his other interests. And just twenty-five years ago this summer he had nothing but an ox and an old lame mule. When he walked out to look once more at his burned field, he noticed small bunches of good wheat. His curiosity was aroused. He examined carefully and found that these bunchcs were growing in the tracks, of the old mule. “What did it?” and finally the answer came to him. “It was the packing qf the earth by the weight of the mule?” The next year, when Mr. Camp Dell sowed his wheat, he rolled it with a h«me tsode roller for days and days. His neighbors laughed at him. When,the wheat sprouted every kernel came up, and' so did that planted by his neighbors, who again laughed at the “fool Vermont machinist who thinks he knows how to farm.” Then came the-long hot days and the -jeighbors’ wheat dried up and burned. But Mr. Campbell’s didn’t. His fields green, and in the time of harvest was found that he had raised the big-

SfMt crop that country ever saw. Htj theory had been proved, and the next year every farmer in that country packed his wheat ground down at the bottom of the furrowThat was the start. To-day Mr. Campbell owns and operates 1,000 acres In North Dakota, 640 acres In Midland County, Texas; 320 acres near Plainview, Texas; 320 at Holdredge, Neb.; 640 acres at Medicine Hat, Alberta, and a section in South Dakota. “And it all came about because say old mule walked across my wheat field twenty-five years ago,” ho says.

Oldest English Surname.

The name of Smith is, according to Professor Mahaffy, the oldest English surname. In a list of names he discovered when investigating the Petrie papyri, there is one, he tells us, “which appears regularly in the same form, and of which we can give no further explanation. It is the name Smith—unmistakably written. We have never found anything like it before, and it is surely worth telling thy many distinguished bearers of the name that there was a man known is Smith in the twentieth year of the third Ptolemy, 227 B. G., and that ae was occupied in brewing beer or selling it.”

It Had Grown Crooked.

Everybody who had known old Henry admired him for the charity of his tongue when he spoke of his neighbors. ,It was his most marked characteristic—except the Independence which he manifested in his political affiliations. It made a young man who was visiting in the neighborhood curious, and one day he managed to lead up to the subject and ask the old man what had taught him to keep such a good watch on his tongue. “It was my father,” replied the old man, quietly. “A splendid man, as I remember him. He always disliked

to hear folks gossiping unkindly about each other. I’ve seen him, when they began it, get on his feet, just like a cow, grazing and gradually working toward a hole in the fence, and before any one knew it he’d be out of the room, so’s he couldn’t hear ’em. “He talked to me about it. ‘Henry ’ he’d say, ‘when you’re of age, never say anything about a man if you can’t say good of him, and always vote the straight party ticket.’” “But you don’t vote that way.” “Well, sir,” said Henry, “you see, my father said the straight party ticket; and when I came along to vote the pesky thing had got so crooked that I don t believe he’d have recognized it.”

A Rude Landlubber.

It is said that every man’s definition of the term “gentleman” makes it inclusive of himself. Likewise it is true that each man is prone to believe that his manners are the best in the world. A writer in the Washington Star, speaking of this point, relates the following story. On a man-of-war there was once a reception, and it happened that a distinguished statesman forgot, or did not know, the nsua! formal salute on coming aboard. “Who’s that lubber what don’t tip his skypiece to the skipper?” said a sailor. “Choke your luff,” returned another sailor. “That’s Senator Blank, the famous tariff - fciader.” “Well,” growled tjie first sailor, why ain't he got manners enough to salute tile quarter-deck?” "Lla niters!* a third sailor chipped in. “What does he know about manners? I don t suppose he was ever out of sight of land in his life.”

The Big Atlantia Liners.

In a big Atlantic liner there are more than -1,000 tons of piping of -various sorts. The boiler tubes if placed end to end would stretch about ten miles. The condensers pump up more than 50,000 tons of water a day, and the furnaces consume about 8,000,000 cubic feet, of air "ahTliaui-. About 50,000 Separate pieces of steel are used in the main structure. L.

Two might be able to live as cheaply as one—if there were no bargain sales. . i Most of *our budding geniuses get nipped in the bud. »•'

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Miss Prim—l want a husband who will be easily pleased. Miss Grouch— That’s the kind you’ll get.—Life. Patience —I have been spending a week looking for traces of my 'ancestors. Patrice—lndeed? And did your ancestors wear traces?

He (In full uniform) —I love the smell of powder. She (delightedly)— Oh, do you? Don’t you think the violet scent is the best?—Baltimore American. “Well, Johnny, do you wish you were a grown-up man?” “You bet I do.” “But why?” “So people wouldn’t ask me such fool questions.”—Cleveland Leader. Small Boy—Pa, what is an optimist? Pa—An optimist, my son, is a man who doesn’t care a rap wnat happens so that it doesn’t happen to him Tit-Bits, a “Do you think you will keep your new cook?” “We don’t know % She has taken us on trial, but we are in hopes that we will suit.”—Baltimore American. Hostess—You won’t come to church with us, then. Phyllis? Phyllis (down for the week end)—l don’t think so, dear. You see. I shouldn’t know a soul there! —London Opinion. He —When I called you up on the telephone last evening you seemed very cold in your answers. She—Oh, no, really! It must have been the Ice on the wires.—Boston Transcript. His mother—Charlie, come down from that tree this minute, or I’ll call your father! Charlie —Oh, pop can’t come now; he’s busy writing my composition for me.—Meggendorfer Blaetter.

Dick—l know a girl who accepts rings from men she doesn’t know Clara—l don’t believe it. How could she? Dick—Why, she has to, you know; she’s a telephone girl.—TitBits. College Student—Roses are red, iviolets are blue, Send me ten dollars and I’ll think of you. Loving Father—Some roses are red, others are pink. Enclosed find ten dollars, I don’t think. “But why cio you put your friend’s things in the dining room?” “Oh, he is so used to restaurants that he won’t enjoy his dinner unless he can watch his hat and coat.”—Washington (D. C.) Herald. Elsie—Why is Clara always so short of money,?, Didn’t her father leave her a lot? Madge—Yes; but you see she’s not to get it till she’s 30, and she’ll never own up to that!”—Boston Transcript.

“There will be a balcony scene in this play.” “I dare say,” said the cynical manager, “and there’H probably be a scene in the gallery and parquet, too, if you ever try to put it on.” ■—St Louis Star. Wise —Now, see ’ere, Jim; if yer .don’t provide for me better I shall quit —so I warns yer. Husband —Provide better? Well, I like that.' ain’t I got yer three good jobs o’ work this larst month?—Sketch. “I married my first husband for money, and nry second for love.” • “Then you are very happy now, 1 suppose?” “No. Alas! no. You see, my first husband married mo for love, and my sec* ond for money.”—Fliegende Blaetter. Post —I’m trying to get a first-class chauffeur to run my car. Parker— Can’t you find a good one? Post—No. All the fine ones have made so much money that they now own and operace their own machines.—Sunday Magazine. Ethel (calling on her friend) —I didn’t know you were one of those athletic girls. Madge—What do you mean, dear? Ethel—Look at those foils over your bureau. Madge—Foils! Why, those are my hat pins.—Boston Transcript. t “Whativer made thee marry, John—and thee seventy?” “Because I thowt, lad, it ’ud be nice to think there’d be some un to close my eyes when time corned.” “Close thee eyes! Why, mon, I’se had three wives, and they’s all on ’em opened mine!”—Punch. Newlywed—Don’t you think, dear, if I were to smoke it would spoil your curtains? Wifey—You are certainly the most thoughtful husband. It wouldn’t do the curtains any good. Newlywed—Then, dearie, take the curtains down. —Kansas City Journal. Young Wise —Yes, dearest, I’m going to favor you at dinner to-night with a new cake that I invented all by myself. Young Husband (gloomily)—Say, I guess this will be a good night for me to bring Jim Taggart home to dinner. I don't like Jim.— Cleveland Plain Dealer. “Say, maw, do I look like you?” “Why, Yes, Willie, I think there is a resemblance. Why do you ask?” “ ’Cause when Mr.- Pipton laid his cigar down on the porch rail I took it' up an’ smoked It, an’ he said I had your eyes, maw, an’ your nose, an’ your chin—an’ paw’s nerve!”—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Little Davey was forever asking questions. “You’d better keep still or something will happen to you,” his ttred mother finally told him one night. “Curiosity once killed a jatt, you know.” Davey was so Impressed with this that he kept silent for throe minutes; Then: “Say, mother, what was it the cat wanted to know?"—San Francisco Star.