Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 194, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 August 1913 — Page 3

OUR BOYS and GIRLS

Good Rules for Children.

These are gome rules adopted by the Children’s Guild of Courtesy in connection with the London County Council Schools. Don’t you think they would be good for our American boys and *irls: Courtesy to Yourself. Be honest, truthful, and pure. Do not use bad language. Keep your face and hands dean, and your clothes and boots brushed and neat , * Keep out of bad company. Courtesy at Home. Help your parents as much as you can. Be kind to your brothers and sisters. Do not be selfish, but share all your good things. Do your best to please your parents. Courtesy at School. Be respectful to your teachers, and help them as much as you can. Observe the school rules. Do not copy. Do not cut the desks or write in the reading books. Never let another be punished in mistake for yourself; this is r cowardly. Courtesy at Play. Do not cheat at games. Do not bully. Be pleasant and not tugtrrelsome. Do not jeer at or call /your schoolmates by names which they do not like. Courtesy In the Street. Salute your ministers, teachers, and acquaintances when yOu meet them, who will salute you in return. Do not push or run,against people. Do not chalk on wails, doors, or gates. ) Do not annoy shopkeepers by'loiterIng at their shop doors or gates. Do not throw stones or destroy property. - Do not throw orange pool or make ■Udes on the pasvement; this soften results in dangerous accidents. Do not make fun of old orfcrippled people. Be particularly courteous toistrangers or foreigner* Courtesy Everywhere. Remember to say "Please" and “Thank you." Always mind your own Before entering a room it is often courteous to knock at the door; do not'forget to close it after you. Always show care, pity, and consideration for animals and birds. Never be rude to anybody, whether older or younger, richer or poorer than yourself.

Listening.

Sitting by the seaside Are little Joe and Nell Listening to the whitecaps To hear what they may tell—

Of stormtossei boats aHtolHng, ’ Of monsters of the deep, \ Of little white-winged schooner* On ocean's breast that' sleep? . Of little Isles quite hidden Prom the big world outside; Of many strange things shipwrecked Brought in upon the tiff*. 80, sitting by the seaside Are little Joe and Noll, \ Listening to the whitecap* \ To hear what they may teU.

Wonder-Heart.

"I wish I knew,” said Wogderdleart, "If leaves begin to whisper I From tree to tree, whoa suddenly Tho cummer winds blow crisper; If these sigh lew, ‘Wehro growing old!’ If those say soft, 'WteYo gatherlag •ar laps are fall as they will heli,’ ▲ad aow aad then a lispeor Calls gleefully frost overteead, •Our petticoats are turningfredl’ "I want to know,” said Wonder-Heart, "If the fret snowflakes shiver ▲ little bit before they flit Out of their sky forever. If some look down aad sob, ‘Too dee*!’ White others laugh and take tho lea*, TUI all cease flocking, White as sheep, On mountain, Bold akifl river. How do they feel whha first they start? I wish I knew," said WonHtr Heart. —Nancy Byod Turner, tn Übuth’s Companion. Of the 4IM«d sdkoedtatywto whom Lord Roberts* letter on the harmful effects of smoking have boose read by tho Bev. J. M. DrjNrro fiuHngthis antismoking lectures 4*MM Iteweiptodged themselves not to ssncteei uwfl they sse M yeans of MN.

NEW TREATMENT FOR CRIMINALS

Warden J. L Codding Io Tell Dow He Doodles Prisoners. ■ ) METHODS ARE VERY HUB.

Kansas Penitentiary Known All Over the Nation for Its Advanced Methods—Has Been Glv* • en Many Write-Ups. Kansas leads the nation in- some respects, and one of them is the method of dealing with its criminals, a method largely due to the wise plans of Warden J. K. Codding, who - is to speak at the coming Lincoln Chautauqua. Recently there occurred at the Kansas penitentiary an incident that is almost unbelievable. Several of the prison buildings burned and the walls of the prison were endangered. Nightcame on and the lighting system was out of order, affording the best possible chance for escape. But not one prisoner even made so much as a demonstration. Instead, they went to work with a will, acting as firemen, and by their efforts some of the buildings were saved. A number of the convicts proved themselves real heroes. The time came when the honor system and methods of Warden Codding were put to a severe test, and they stdod the test admirably. As one of the leading lawyers of his state, and as a capable business man, some time before this Mr. Codding had been urged to take charge of the penitentiary for a few weeks until the governor could find some one to put in that place. Mr. Codding has been there ever since and has made a record that has attracted attention all over the country. Under his management, the prisoners are given three square meals a day, instead of soup; they play ball every day after dinner and are made to feel that they are men, not criminals. As special law enforcement attorney for the State Temperance union, Mt. Codding did such thorough work that thirty-five law defying countleg were forced to obey the law, and all but a dozen out of three hundred cases prosecuted resulted in victories tor Codding and his followers.

MANY GALLED FOOLS

Lecturer Shows Great Men Always Derided.

Dr. Watkins, Vice Presidential Candidate, to Speak Here During Chautauqua. Those who hear the great lecture on "Fools and Failures” by Dr. Aaron 8. .Watkins at the Lincoln Chautauqua will not feel ashamed the next tlnfo their friends or neighbors ridi-

AARON S. WATKINS.

cule some of their ideas, for the lawyer—minister—college president—lecturer shows clearly how the great achievements of the past ages have been possible only as their backers or authors have been willing to persevere in spite of the derision heaped S>on them. Thousands have heard is and other popular lectures of Dr. Watkins and have had nothing but pgaises for them. As an orator of national reputation, having spoken in nearly every state and before hundreds of Chautauquas and Lyceum courses, and as a Vice Presidential Candidate In 1908 and again in 1912, Dr. Watkins has won a- reputation as a keen logican and genial humorist. He Is regarded as one of the most skillful debaters in America today. Everyone will want to hear the message of Inspiration which this gfeat man will bring. • rOZI

HE WAS NOT THANKFUL

My neighbor Cooley suffered a good deal last winter from rheumatism la hi/ breast, and his wife was badly frightened about it for fear ft should end tn consumption. Cooley oould not be induoed to try any remedy for the trouble, and Mrs. Cooley was nearly worried io death about It. At last she determined to try strategy. She made a dry mustard plaster and one night while he was asleep she sewfed it upon the inside of his underskirt, so that it would just cover the rheumatic place. Cooley dressed himself In the morning, wholly unsuspicious of ths presence of the plaster, and went downstairs. At the breakfast table, while he was talking to hie wife, he suddenly stopped, looked crow-eyed, and a spasm of pain passed over his face. Then he took up the thread of the conversation again and went on. He was In the midst of an explanation of the poUtieal situation, when all at once he ceased again, grew red In the face and exclaimed: "I wonder what, la the No,' it can’t be anything wrong." ' Mrs. Cooley asked what was the matter, and Cooley said: “O, It’s that infernal old rheumatism again; come back awful. But 1 never felt it exactly the same way before. Kinder stings me." Mrs. Cooley said she was sorry. Then Mr. Ceoley began again, and was just showing her how the ravages of the grasshoppers In the west, and the potato-bug In the east, would affect the election by making the people discontented, and so likely to strike at the party In power, when he suddenly dropped the subject, and jumping up, said! "Thunder and lightning! what's that?? Ouch! O, Moses! I feel’s if I hod a shoveful of hot coals Inside my undershirt." "Must be that rheumatism, getting worse," said Mrs. Cooley sympathetically. “O, gracious, ne! It's something worse than rheumatism. Feels Hke burning Into my skin. Ouch! Ow-wew-wow! It's awful! I can't stand It another minute. I believe it's cholera. or something, and I’m going to die!'’ “Do try to be calm, Mr. Cooley.” “Calm! How can a man be calm with a volcano boiling over under his shirt. Go 'way from here. Get out of the way, quick, while I go upstairs and undress. Murder-r-r-r-, but it hurts! Let me get out, quick!" Then he rushed up to the bedroom and stripped off his clothes. His chest was the color of a boiled lobster; but he oeuldn't for the life of him tell what was the matter. Then his eye rested upon something white on his shirt. He picked up the garment and examined it. Ten minutes later he came slowly downstairs with a dry mustard plaster in his band, while thunder clothed his brow. Going up to Mrs. Cooley, he shook the plaster under her nose, and said in a suppressed voice: "Did you put that thing In my clothes?” "I did it for the best, John," she said, "I thought—" “Ob, never mind what you thought. You've taken the bark clean off of my boeom, so I'm as raw as a sirloin steak, and I'll probably never be well again as long as I live. That lets you out. You play no more tricks like that on me. Now, mind me.” Then he slammed the door and went out. Mrs. Cooley doesn’t know to this day exactly what effect the grasshoppers are going to have on the election.—N. W. Weekly.

Sea of Velvet Blue.

The Mediterranean sunset Is one of the glories of the world. The sea la a velvet blue. When evening comee the clouds forsake the sky and tho sun takes on the color of molten geld, gilding the purple waters as the great glowing disk approaches the level line of the hortson; wide waves of crimson Intervene across the assure heavens, and sea and sky leam together in a vivid embrace es color. The sun vanishes, the sea turns from ■•ld to silver, and the sky grows crystal clear. Then night falls slowly dowa.

When Anyone Is III.

— w 1 Don’t forget, if you have an invalid in tho house, that, before taking any meal up to him, it ,1s always wise to ascertain if ho is ready for it. It is disappointing to bring a tempting little meal, all piping hot, and And that the invalid wants his hands washed and his y*'lows shaken up, and various other little things attended to, and when the meal is finally tasted to have ft pronounced “too eold.” The thing to do is first to see that tho patient is all ready, then bring the meal.

His Idea of Bonanza.

▲ certain man had a disastrous eotperiencs in gold mine speculations. One day a number of colleagues were discussing the subject of gpeouladtoa, when one of them said to this speculator: “Old ehap, as an expert, give us a dsßnttten of tho term ‘bonanza.’” '▲ ’boeuu,’ * replied tho experienced man, with emphasis, "la a holo la the ground owned by a chaanptog. Hart”

Hong-Kong's Fine Harbor.

The Hong-Kong harbor has a water area es ten ssflua, aad is vegasd-

SHORT SERNANS FOR A SUNDAY HALF-HOUR

Theme: RIGHT USB OF WEALTH. ♦ ♦ * BY EDWIN WHITTIER CABWELL, a D. ♦ ♦ + Text—Bat thou shaft remember the Lord thy God; for It Io He that gfveth thee power to get wealth.—Deut, vHI., 18. ♦ ♦ * It la customary when speaking of wealth to enumerate its evils. We all know that the inordinate, miserly love of money is the tap root of the whiskey evil, the slavery evil, the gambling evil, the social evil, the living for pleasure evil and the capital and labor war evil. But when a man like John Stewart Kennedy departs this life bestowing from thirty to forty millions of property to a multitude of noble charities the public beholds a more optimistic side of the acquisition of riches. Wealth itself cannot be an evil any more than the wealth of intellect, wealth of heart or wealth of character and influence are evil. It is only when one of the gifts of the Creator is made a god to be worshipped that it becomes sinfuL "Ye cannot serve (or worship) God and mammon.” Abraham and Job were millionaires in a time when a million was equal to fifty millions of present values. Solomon’s wealth was beyond all computation. He asked only for wisdom, but received both riches of mind and treasure given him by the Almighty. Zaccheus and Cornelius, two converts of the New Testament time, were men of layge property. No one In Bible history is condemned because of possessing great riches, "for the Lord maketh poor and He maketh rich.” The power to acquire riches is as much a God given gift as the power to move men by oratory or to influence men by love, or the power to write like poets, philosophers, historians and scholars, or the power to reveal nature’s secrets, like Newton, Watt, Ben, Morse and Edison. The rich men of the past have aided in these wonderful discoveries and shaped the destinies of nations. George Washington gave not only himself to his country, but poured out his gold in the hour of the Revolution’s needs. Stephen Girard, of Philadelphia, loaned large amounts to the Republic, and with the remainder of his money founded a college of learning for fatherless boys. Peter Cooper has embalmed his name tn the memory of minions; the name of William E. Dodge will never perish from our annals. We do not need to search history for characters among the wealthy who have been an honor to the race and a blessing to many of their fellow beings. The number of living philantropists is increasing rapidly every year. We could fill a whole column with the names of munificent givers who make possible our churches, hospitals, orphan asylums, colleges, universities, our travellers* aid societies, homes for the aged and Infirm, our children’s aid societies, our libraries, museums and charity organizations. There is no question that the craving of all men is for brotherliness, helpfulness, kindness and friendliness, and this soul hunger is being fed in a larger degree to-day than ever before. The rich and the poor are coming together in harmonious unity, ushering in the day when the war between capital and labor will cease forever. The river of wealth is as potential for good as for evil Let all, therefore, endeavor to turn this mighty tide into the broad channels of human needs, for everything liveth whither the river cometh. Then the great ministry of wealth will not be to tarn the world into a wilderness, but the wilderness into the garden of the Lord.

Out of Ourseives.

To look out of ourselves and away from ourselves; away from our narrow virtues and our small attainments; away from our dangers, oar sinfulness, our folly; to look wholly away from ourselves, and to gase constantly at the fulness of beauty and goodness in the creation and providence of God, —will not this touch the cold heart, and moisten the dry eye with a humble and grateful tear?—. James Freeman Clarke.

Heavenly Light

Heavenly Father, I pray that Thou wouldst enable me to glorify Thee in my ordinary life. May the common fellowship bum and glow with the ministry of grace! Let the smallest service shine with the kindly light of Thy presence. May the entire round of my Mfe be one unbroken line of heavenly light—JowetL

If But Willing.

Through storm and stress, through fire and smoke, through blood and agony, we may, as Individuals, as well as a race, struggle on aad up, if wo are but willing, true, and brave, up to spiritual heights whence we may obtain glimpses at least of the promised land of eternal life, peace, and love.

God's Companionship

There is no other happiness in this world than that obtained by oompentaaahip with God—*ev. Dr. Dm ML .. -

NEW ZEALAND SENDS LECTURER

Chas. H Pule, Leader of Parliament, Will Be Here. WAS VERY POPUUR LAST YEAR Noted Statesman, Just Returned from European Lecture Tour, Will Be a Speaker at the Coming Chautauqua.

There is no end to the effort which the modern Chautauqua manager will make to secure talent that will draw crowds. Many people marvel at the fact that Bryan is paid three hundred dollars for a single speech or that some great musician or singer commands a price per week reaching into the thousands. Chautauqua audiences want the best that is to be secured, and it was that knowledge which led the management of the Lincoln Chautauqua System to send clear across the Pacific a year ago and bring. HonChas. H. Poole from his New Zealand home to this country to fill two hundred Chautauqua lecture engagements. The outcome proved that the move had been a wise one. Mr. Poole’s lectures were something new, original, {&nd dealt with live subjects. People flocked to hear him and he was by far the most popular lecturer on the course. He lectured In only a few towns outside of Illinois, and his return to those few towns will be hailed with joy. In one of these, towns last summer the superintendent of schools said Poole’s night address was worth a thousand dollars to their city. The fame of this speaker was not confined to America alone, and last fall Canada and England sent requests to him to come there and lecture. As a result, Mr. Poole has spent most of the past winter in Europe and has just recently returned for his summer’s work here Mr. Poole is one of the keenest statesmen ever appearing on an Amer-

HON. CHARLES H. POOLE.

lean platform. Born in Ireland, and gifted with real Irish wit, for six years past the leader of the New Zealand parliament, representing In that body one of the largest and most important city districts of that Dominion, he comes to America with a wonderful message. New Zealand is indeed a progressive country. Many of our recently acquired reforms, such as postal savings banks, parcels post, etc., have been in effect in New Zealand for years. In addition they hav* woman suffrage, single tax, ond age pensions, workingmen’s insurance, prohibition, government ownership of railroads, telegraph, etc. Mr. Poole has helped to frame these laws, his experience has been gained first hand, and he tells his audiences how such reforms actually woyk. In addition to this, he shows many fine stereopticon views of New Zealand, eae of the most beautiful countries on earth. These slides are furnished by his government and are the best in existence. Mr. Poole is a fluent speaker and uses excellent English, so that hi* messages can be understood by all.

SYDNEY SMITH’S HUMOR.

It requires a surgical operation to get a Joke well into a Scotch understanding. That knuckle end of England, that land of Calvin, oat cakes and sulpbur. No one minds what Jeffreys says. * It is no more than a week ago that 1 heard him speak disrespectfully of the equator. The Smiths never had any arms and have invariably sealed thetr letters with their thumbs. Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam engine in trousers.

MARRIED LIFE, SECOND YEAR

HELEN SLOWLY DREW out her Iml pins and laid them on the dreaaec before her. Although she was gazing Into the mirror, she hardly saw hex reflection. ’ How could Warren have spoken to her like that? How needless to humiliate her before the Stevenses. She was running one of the hat pin* through the hemstitched edge of ths bureau cover, as she went over every Incident of the drive. Jftst because she had screamed when those dogs had darted almost under the car! How could she have helped it? And yet It had made him furious and he had flared out at her before them all. “Shrieked like a Comanche Indian,” was one of the things he had said. Her Ups quivered as she remembered Mrs. Stevens’s look of surprise at Warren's anger, then her kindly effort to put her at ease by claiming that any exhibition of nerves always made a man angry. And then they had stopped at that roadhouse, and Warren had hardly spoken to her, and had shown Ms displeasure by ignoring her in the most pointed way all through the evening. And when they reached the hotel he had helped her out and left her standing there on the gravel path while he called out: ■"Stevens, don't you want another smoke before you go to bed?" For a moment she stood waiting, thinking of course he would go with her up the steps; but he had deliberately walked off with Mr. Stevens and left her standing there. And she had made her way up to their room with a burning sense of Indignation.And now she realised that she had not even taken off her hat She drew out the hatpin she had so carefully woven into the bureau scarf and reached up to unfasten her veil. The door opened and Warren entered. Helen did not turn but their eyes met in the mirror. His were still hard and angry. "What on earth have you been doing? You haven’t got your hat off yet I thought you’d be in bed by this time.” He took off his coat and drew up a chair to the open window, put his feet on the sill and lit a cigar. Helen laid her hat on the shelf of the narrow closet, folded up her veil and started to put it in the top bureau drawer. But it was a cheap oak dresser, the kind prevalent in Summer hotels, and the varnish had stuck and now the drawer refused to open. She could put the veil somewhere else, it was not necessary to open that drawer just then. But she dreaded the long sullen silence which she felt Warren was falling Into, so she asked quietly: ..“Warren, can you open this drawer for me? It Is stuck somewhere.” Without answering he lowered his feet, put his cigar on the window sill, and came over and jerked at the drawer. But it obstinately refused to open. Again he tried, but still without success. With the third effort one of the cheap brass handles came off in his hand. With a muttered oath he fastened back the handle and tried again. Eeverything on the bureau swayed perilously. "Oh, wait—-wait!” Helen caught a powder box as it was sliding off. ‘‘Don’t —you'll knock everything ot|bt!” But unheeding Warren gave another vicious jerk and a bottle of toilet water came crashing over on a band mirror, breaking the mirror and spilling most of its contents. As the bottle tottered, with a scream Helen had darted forward to catch it. “That’s right, scream some more! You’re doing well for one night” And with a final jerk which sent the brushes and other things sliding to the floor, the drawer came open. Warren stalked back to the window and resumed his chair and his cigar, while Helen gathered up the wreckAge, She was fiercely indignant now. Not because ot the broken mirror, but because of his renewed anger that she had screamed again. At this time she would make do effort to appease Mm. If he cared to be sullen- and silent the rest of the night, she would not humllate herself by making any farmer overture* She wished now* that they were at home. However Mjt and stifling their apartment was—at leant she had ths refuge of her own room. But here they had only this one small hotel room. She turned out the lights after slipping into bed, and only the faint reflection from the lights on the porch below lit the room. Warren wna still sitting before the window, his feet on the ledge and his cigar glowing In the seml-darkness. She knew be would not speak to her again, that when ha finished his cigar he would get out of Ms clothe* and into bed, still in the same obstinate ML enee. And this would be the first time since their return that they had gon* to sleep with any bitterness between them. But it was not her place to make the overture* now—she had not been In the wrong. He bad no right to be displeased with her for something she could not help. The sound of a scratching match. So be was going to smoke still another cigar. If she could only go to Sleep and forget it aIL But she know bow impossible that would be. And then from the porch below oame the plaintive note* of a mandolin. The air was "Oh, Promise Me." And then with a few tentative chords came "In the Glnamlng ’’ Helen brushed away some teCHL on the face-frilled sleeve of her night gown. Oh, If they wouldn't play that, —lt always malted her to tenderne**, She looked longingly over at Warren. The glowing cigar Mt up th* aide of his tace and M* whtteohirted arm. He was gazing straight ahead of Mm out of the window. Perhap* hq was sorry—perhaps h* wanted to speak to herl But it wan alwayw m hard for Mm to make a cooosmdoM Perhapa be was hoping now to* would oome over to him—petostp* that was Why he had Bt anoOter otosr- £.