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All the News That’s Fit to Print—Since 1871
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“Tomorrow I’ll let you drive,” the demonstrator said.
He jotted down some instructions for Gloria.
him he‘s got to come across with life work that.no one would ever
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tion in its value,
Maggje,
But she
raging—all. al) of these things cry
out: “Sin. ain!."
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house warming and then I spent a
whole day shopping, and I’ve been
picking out a new automobile. . . .
is talking
manity, of
New Carrots in Orange
Cream Sauce.
which Peter was a rep-
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of my whole life so far,”
plained. . “First of all.
ire no churches. They
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Wash and scrape carrots. Cut in
matchlike pieces and cook in slight-
ly salted boiling water until tender
and the water is cooked away. Add
orange juice and grated rind and
cook over hot water until the juice
is absorbed. Add cream, sugar and
salt and simmer over hot water for
30 minutes. Serve sprinkled with
minced parsley.
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have not conserve?! the glorious
display of nature about you ex-
hibiting the handiwork of God, .and
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is uickly passed to the
confederate.
One bunch new carrots, 1 cup
cream. 2 tablespoons' orange '
1 teaspoon grated rind. 2 teat
ugar U teaspoon salt.
God Does Forgive,
“For thou. Lord, art good, and
ready to forgive.” God is ready
to forgive every man all of his
sin and make him a new creature.
"Him that cometh unto me I will
in no wise cast out,” says the Mas-
ter. In a very true sense the Bible
is a record of man’s sin and of his
redemption. It is a book full of
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save the day.
churches and
At six o’clock Glory heard foot-
steps on the front* porch. She ran
to open the door for her father.
He held her away from him and
looked at her.
"Well, my fine lady!’* he said,
proudly. “Your old dad never
thought he'd have a princess like
this!
A lump' rose in Glory’s throat. He
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CALMER LIVING NEEDED
than Glory hires Ranghild Swan-
son, although Dick tells hsr they
can’t aifford a maid. And she buys
$400 worth of clothes bosides. Then
she begs Dick to buy her an auto-
mobile. He says he hasn’t enough
GO ON WITH THE STORY.
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L. B. Hubbard, dean of students
At the untyerslty, will attend the
annual conference of denns of men
of the United States, which will
be held at Chapel Hill, N. 0, April
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of conere •< Mare ». m».- Meraber
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of repeblication of a cat tel dispatehe here
aseg away and behold all thins,
ivo become new.” A choice peo-
the pickpocket feels he la a “rub.” he
and he doesn’t want his name in ■-1
Orange Filling.
One cup oange Juice. 2-3 cup
sugar, 1 tablespoon butter, few
grain, salt. 2 eggs.
Combine orange julc with the
sugar. Bring to the scalding point
and add corn starch thoroughly
mixed with remaining sugar. Stir
rapidly while adding sugar and
corn starch mixture. Cook directly
over the fire until mixture thickens
Then cook over hot water for ten
minutes. Add butter, salt and the
yolks of the eggs beaten until thick
and lemon colored. Remove from
the fire and fold in the whites 6f
the eggs beaten until stiff and
dry. Let mixture cool slightly be-
fore using.
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” ’ or three hat boxes up in the attic
filled with the manuscript of that
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When Dlek meets Wayburn, he is
inetsntly jeafous, although the actor
devotes himself to Mrs. Gall. Glory
drinks too much and faints away
while dancing with Dr. John Sey-
mour, whoso wife, May, la in loye
with Jim Carews. The party breaks
up when Lola Hough scolds Bill,
her husband, for petting. Maggie,
disaustod, quits her Job and returns
to Mother Gregory,
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Third. Nature Itself reproaches
man to say, as McCauley up-braid-
ed England, that she was devouring
nature’s beauty-spots, the chil-
dren’s playgrounds, sinking deep
shafts in the1 beautiful parks that
the treasures might be taken and
converted Into wealth and spent in
luxury. We have commrclalized
always “fine as silk.” He would
have no one’s sympathy and no
one’s pity. He was as proud as
Lucifer.
Mrs, Gordon bustled in.
“We can sit right down to supper
as soon as I make the gravy,” she
said, when she had kissed Dick.
“Glory, you light your birthday
candles, please.”
Dick followed his wife intd the
dining room.
"Did you like your car?” he asked.
“Adored it,” Glory answered,
throwing her arms around his neck.
"But why didn't you call me up to
tell me the instructor was coming,
instead of letting Miss Briggs know
the swag money
feminine NOW
verted strengthen thy brethren.”
Such a people la the light of the
world and the salt of the earth.
There is not a man in Austin who
would live here if there were no
churches here. No one wants to
The man who really
. , achieves great success lives
evenly and calmly, working
goal. He is never in a fever
patiently to reach a definite
of excitement. He does not
do useless things. Persever-
‘ ance rather than force wins
for him.
mining wuI vears, was so little and old . .' . her dad!
With arms linked. His whole. life had been a disap-
pointment. He had spent years
writing a history of the world. And
after he had finished it no one
pie, a dependable people, a strong,
clean, alert, courageous, indefat-
iguable, and an over-coming peo-
ple. "Thou art Peter, and upon this
rock I will build my church and
the gates of hell shall not prevail
against it.” Matt. 16:18. Our Lord
ket. The reason is simple. His
victims keep quiet. The victim of
Orangs Cake.
One-third cup butter, 1 cup sugar.
2 eggs. Mi cup milk, 1% cups flour,
2% teaspoons baking powder, few
grains salt, % teaspoon vanilla.
Cream butter and beat in half the
“I wasn't sick when I left
church Sunday, but I got to
itchin’ so I just had to scratch."
Result of Forgiveness.
New creatures. "Old things have
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see.
. . . And now he was working
for a printer far down on the
Avenue for a tiny salary.
As they stood there under the gas
light in the hall, Dick rang the front
door bell. Mr. Gordon let him in.
"How do you do, sir?” asked Dick,
towering above the old man. "How’s
business, these days, with you I”
cessant drive of the Amer-
ican temperament.”
His remedy is a calming
of excited nerves and a cul-
tivation of content. “An in-
ordinate ambition to forge
ahead,’ he says, “has driven
many a man to his grave
years ahead of his time." A
general slowing down pro-
cess should not mean a loss
of productiveness, either in
, an individual or a business
sense. Rather it should mean
the elimination of lost mo-
tion, the doing away with
mere profitless haste and the
relinquishment of aspira-
tions which have no solid
foundation.
tells us that man is a sinner and
needs a new life. Ro. 3:23. “All
have sinned and come short of the
glory of God." Thus sin is uni-
versal. Bin is missing the mark.
It is Failure to meet God's stand-
a rd.
Second. Humanity everywhere
testifies as to the reality of wrong-
doing in the world. 'We see it
"Fine as silk,” answered Glory's
father, as he helped Dick off with
his coat. That had been his answer
Breakfast: Orange juice, cereal,
thin cream, waffles, maple syrup,
milk, coffee.
Luncheon: Baked codfish, brown
bread and butter sandwiches, rad-
ishes and onions, orange cake, mark,
tea.
Dinner: Breaded veal cutlets, new
potatoes in cream sauce, buttered
asparagus, pineapple and cheese
salad, floating island, rolled oats
bread, milk, coffee.
An egg dish of some sort should
be added to the breakfast menu for
a child who must carry his lunch-
eon to school or eat a late meal.
the things that other men give their
wives’” .
“Gloria Gordon!’ That's a terrible
way to talk!” her . mother said in
a shocked voice. "And you only
married a few weeks!"
“What has that to do with it?"
Glory asked, folding her napkin.
"I’m going to start out the right
way. Dick’s got to know right from
the beginning that ho can’t make a
dishmop of me. . Look at yourself,
mother! All your life you've work-
ed your fingers tothe bone for dad.
and what have you got out of it?
Not a thing that I can see!”
Mrs. Gordon peeled potatoes si-
lently for a few minutes.
"Well, you may not be able to see
it, but I have a lot of happiness,
Gloria," she said qujetly. "Your dad
and I get along pretty well together.
I care more for him today, when
he’s old and broken down, than I
ever did before in my life, I guess.
. . . And we’re contented, owning
this little house of ours. It’s paid
for, at last, after 13 years’”
Glory shook her head. Her mother
HERE are three fair writers of new books: (Left) Anne
Parish, whose tale of trial marriage, "Semi-Attached,’* ’
Soon published by Doran; (center) Beth A. Retner, who has
been making fairy stories for the screen and now puts them
in a book, "That’s That” (Doubleday, Page) and Frances. '
Marion, who has done a fine novel on Hollywood, “Minnie
Flynn.”
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let on
you are misusing very largely the
marvelous advancements all about
was beyond her comprehension. She
had so little, and yet she was happy.
Any one could see that she was
happy . . . with the smile that
always lurked in her spectacled
blue eyes, and the upward twist of
her humorous mouth.
"I’ll go out and buy some flowers
for your table tonight," Glory said.
"You needn’t," Mrs. Gordon an-
swered. “I've nine geranfums in
bloom in the front windows. You
can go and cut the blossoms from
them if you will, for me. . . . And
I've bought little red candles to go
on the cake.”
, Glory went into ’the dining room
to set the table.
The sideboard drawers were filled
with snowy linen. Much of it was
darned, but the mended places
looked like bits of embroidery done
by some expert needlewoman : . .
as. Indeed, her mother was.
nR. WILLIAM S. SADLER
| - V of the Gorgias Memorial
I; Institute announces that
American1 are dv 2 fas’e
: than any other white people
of heart failure, Bright’s
disease, apoplexy and high-
blood pressure — maladies
t - which denote a general and
complete breakdown of the
human organism. These dis-
eases take a toll of 400,000
lives a year, attacking per-
sons between the ages of 40
and 60, a -period when men
should be in their mental
B prime and most useful to
their fellowmen. The mor-
tality is rising at an acceler-
( 'ating rate, and it is Esti-
mated that 60 per cent of
the cases are preventable.
| Twenty years study of the
death rate among people
subjected to “high pressure”
living, convinces Dr. Sadler
k that the mortality increase
for ages 40 to 50 is due to
"the hurry, bustle and in-
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THE DOLLAR BILL
CUCH is the popularity of
• the one dollar bill that
the United States treasury
has not been able to diminish
the enormous output of this
unh of the currency, al-
though it earnestly desires
to do so. March deliveries
of dolb r tils from -.he plant
of the bureau of engraving
and t r ting tota.e1 37,824,
000, weighing approximately
U3.472. The rapidity of
producticn. necessilated by
inereasrg demand, dees not
allow the “curing' of the
bills, and, thrown into cir-
culation in the "green” state,
their average life is only
about four months.
Oh. Well, that was the way mar-
riage changed a man! As soon as
he had you, he stopped caring for
you . . . evidently. Or, at any
rate, he didn’t care half so much,
for you as he had. . . .
The demonstrator arrived a little
before twelve and drove Glory to
Enfield. As they bowled along, he
explained the mechanism of the car
Around’and around the place they
drove. And at last he let Glory
take the wheel for a few minutes.
"Tomorrow I'll be out at the same
time, and HI let you drive,” the
demonstrator told Glory as they
drove back to the house. He jotted
down some instructions for Gloria.
After he had gone, Glory stood on
the front steps. It was only three
o'clock. She hadn’t seen her mother
for more than a week.
She decided to walk the long mile
to her old home.
Mrs. Gordon saw Glory coming
up the street, from her armchair in
the bay window. She came out on
"Bill" Brady, the theatrical pro-
ducer, is a combination, of gentle-
ness and explosiveness. Sometimes
at public dinners he breaks down
and weeps and other times he rants
and shouts. The apple of his eye
is his daughter Alice. They tell of
her one day at a rehearsal stop-
ping to pat her father on the head.
“Don’t bother me, dear,” he said.
Tm in an ugly mood.”
“Go to it, Pop. Don’t mind the
folks," she said. “Take off the
brakes and let loose. Show them
where I got my craziness."
sugar. Beat yolks of eggs until
light and beat in remaining sugar.
Add to first mixture and beat well.
Mix and sift flour, salt and baking
ver powder and add alternately with
. .. milk to first mixture. Add vanilla
and fold in the whites of the eggs
beaten until stiff and dry. Bake in
three small layer cake pana Put
together with the following filling
when coo).
Anyone who has watched Holly-
wood at close range knows that
“Minnie Flynn” is a composite pic-
ture of the tens of thousands of
girls from tens of thousands of
towns who annually batter their
vain and silly little heads against
the walls of futile screen ambitions.
Sometimes they are beautiful,
sometimes just pretty and frequent-
ly quite commonplace. There they
see their equally beautiful, or even
more beautiful, sisters, from heav-
en-knows-where, all trying to crash
the same gate. Tenaciously they
storm the studios of moyieom’s
capital only to meet major or lesser
defeats. A few get small parts and
a very, very few rise to stardom.
Daily their ranks are increased.
Has not somebody in their home
town called them .more beautiful
than Pola Negri? Has not some-
one said they had the perfect film
facts?
Now’, for the first time there
comes a book to tell of these minor-
tragedies with understanding, sym-
pathy and blunt truth. No polished
seducer stalks the pages, as in so
many trashy tales of moviom.
Here, as in life, the misfortune is
brought about by ill-considered am-
bitions and frail vanities.
The book le titled ’ Minnie Flynn"
(Boni, Liveright) and the author is
one who knows her<Hollywood in-
side, outside and upside down-
Frances Marion, for years scenario
writer to Mary Pickford, Norma
Talmadge and the big producers.
This is far and away the best of
the movie-talas.
Through its pages stroll player
folk thinly disguised by fiction
names but easily recognisable if
you know your screen stuff.
The "Americanisation of Jess of
Nazareth" has been undertaken by
Bruce Barton in his book. "The
Man That Nobody Knows" (Bobbs
Merrill). a
cess magazine,’ winds up
conclusion that Jesus
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Gloria. Gordon, beautiful flapper,
marries Dick Gregory, struggling
young lawyer. Her idea of mar"
riage io good times, good clothes--
and no work or children.
the porch to welcome her.
"Well, I thought you'd forgotten
that you had a mother, dearie,” she
said, her eyes shining with’ tears,
her, lips smiling, v........ ’* .
they went into the house.
"Well; I've had the busiest time
day? . i
. . . There had been a time only
a few short weeks ago when he had
called her up three or four times a
day just to hear the sound of her
voice.
And today I got it. Dick gave it
to me for a birthday present . . .
You forgot that today was my
birthday, didn’t you, motherkin?”
Mrs. Gordon bridled.
“Indeed-I did not! she said. “I
called p this morning to ask you
and Dick to come here for supper
tonight. The maid said you were
still asleep. Then I called again a
few minutes ago, and she said you
were out. . . . But I went right
ahead and baked your birthday
cake, anyway."
She led Glory out into the little
kitchen that was more like a sitting
room than anything else.
There was a rocking chair with
a red calico cushion in one corner,
and the table was set ready for a
meal. The family always ate break-
fast there.
Glory went into the dark pantry.
On the shelf was a brown crock,
half filled with baked beans.
"Yum yum, my favorite food!"
Glory smacked her lips greedily.
Mrs. Gordon took a plate out of
the cupboard. She put a large
helping of beans on it, and a alfce
of cold roast beef.
"There, dearie, while you’re eat-
ing that I’ll call up Dick and ask
him to come here to supper," Mrs.
Gordon said.
In a few minutes she came back
into the kitchen.
"All right, he's coming.” she told
Glory. "Now I’ll sit right down
here and peel these potatoes, while
you finish your snack.”
“You don't seem a bit excited
about my having an automobile,
mother,” Glory complained., ”l
thought you’d be tickled to death.”
."Well, 1 am."" her mother said
placidly, “but I’m getting used to
seeing you get everything you want,
Glory, since you married Dick.
After you came home with that new
fur coat I was ready for anything.
I could see then that Dick was
going to spoil you ... by giving
you everything you wanted, or
thought you wanted. You're a lucky
woman,. Glory. He's a man in a
millio."
Glory laughed knowingly.
"He is not!” she said. “It's like
pulling teeth to make him spend a
nickel! ... But I’ve just told him
that if he wants me to live with
“If I sell my own car, I'll make
enough on the sale to pay down
something on the new one for you,
Dick said. “I don’t suppose I really
need that old speedster of mine.
It would probably do me good to
walk to the office once in a while.
"Yqu do look pale. Dick.” Glory
said, “and I’m not saying that just
because I want you to sell your car.
You really don’t look well-
But as the days went by, Glory
thought that Dick had forgotten all
about the little blue car.
On the morning of her 21st b‘kh,
day Dick was gone when she opened
her eyes, after a night of deep,
dreamless sleep. .
“Did Mr. Gregory take his car
this morning?” she asked Ranghild
when she brought up her breakfast
AHe did, ma'am," Ranghild an-
swered. "And a hour ago , a man
drove a new car into our driveway.
It‘s standing there now.”
Glory leaped from bed. She ran
downstairs in her bare feet and
looked out of the sunroom window.
There it was, with the sunshine
striking its polished sides . . . her
little blue Winged Victory! Her
very own! Glory thrilled with
happiness as she stood looking at IL
While she was dressing the tele-
phone rang.
“This is Miss Briggs speaking,"
came a cool, low voice over the
wire. "Mr. Gregory asked me to
tell you that an instructor would
be out about twelve to teach you
to drive the new automobile.”
“Thanks,” Glory said shortly. She
hung up the receiver with a bang.
What right had Dick to give Miss
Briggs a message like that for her?
Why should Miss Briggs have to
know that she didm’t know how to
run an automobile . . • that her
family had never owned one?
And why hadn't Dick telephoned
himself, to wish her a happy birth-
crumbs.
Soak fish in warm water until
soft. Drain. Slice potatoes. Place
alternate layers of fish and potatoes
in a buttered baking dish. Simmer
tomatoes and onions for 15 minutes.
Rub through a coarse sieve. Melt
butter, stir in Hour and slowly add
tomato puree, stirring constantly.
Season with salt and pepper and
pour over fish In baking dish.
Sprinkle with cbarse crumbs, dot
with bits of butter and bake in a
hot oven until crumbs are brown.
SAWS FOR THE GOOSE.
A fool and her kisses is soon
parted.
Women are funny gamblers. They
hate to risk a dollar on poker, but
they stake everything they got on
bein’ able to hold some man’s love
and in no other game in the world
is the cards so stacked against 'em.
Don't be afraid of bein' too ob-
vious in your compliments. The
man ain't livin' that can see
through the line about lookin’ swell
in his dinner coat..
With a sweetheart out of sight is
as good as a mile.
A dog even if you give him a
velvet cushion to sleep on,.will sniff
boiled potatoes, 1% cups canned y „$ -ye
salt and pepper, coarse stale bread have not conserve
Basil Dean, of London's Drury
Lane, who is in New York, isssald
to have once refused a knighthood.
And a Broadway wag who heard
oC it said: "Why didn't he be-
come a Knight of the Garter. That
ought to have a snap to it. He
was buried the following Tuesday
without flowers.
(Copyright, 1925, by the McNaught
Syndicate/ Inc.)
The old Caruso theater on the
Bowery is now the Chinese theater
with its facade gilded and flossed
up like that of a chop euey place.
The orchestra is Chinese and so
are the players, and outside of a
few curiosity seekers the audience
is composed chiefly of countrymen.
There is little scenery. The actors
appeal to the imagination. Hence
when two .characters balance a
stick between them and move slow-
ly across stage that means they
are boating. The costumes, how-
ever. are beautiful. The,stage man-
ager moves about the stage at all
times arranging scenery in full view
of the audience. *
There is one theater in New York
that in its 10-years career has nev-
er had a hit. The longest run was
five weeks. It is said that when the
scene shifters load the long theatri-
cal trucks at the door of thia the-
ater. the driver merely says. “Gid-
dap," and the horses go without
guidance to Cain's theatrical ware-
house—the haven for lost theatrical
hopes.
at garbage cans.
You ain’t foolin’ your face none,
slappin’ on another coat of powder
when what you really need la a
wash.
If you got a lotta dealin's with
wolyes, it's good to be seen out once
in a while with a lion.
Lookin' for your mother-in-law to
side with you against your hus-
band. is walkin’ in back of a hen
expectin’ to pick up ostrich plumes.
If a perposal is nothin' else it's
a tonic for your self esteem.
The saddest thing in the world
ain’t the woman that no man de-
sires, but the one that knows it,
SAWS FOR THE GANDER.
Don't listen to what a girls ene-
mies say about her. Go to her
friends to learn the real dirt.
Pick out a wife by usin’ your ears
—not your eyes.
Pick a Jane, if you wanna, that’s
got flashes of wit. But be sure
to pick one that's got flashes cf
silence.
If you got a dull wife, a radio'll
tide you over the great, open
spaces. But a Wanderin’ Jaw can
talk down a -whole symphony or-
chestra. And usually does,
Women don't like conversation.
It gets in the way of their talkin'
about themselves.
A silent woman might not kp
the conversational ball rollin’, but
at least she won't swaller it and
start off, on a rubber of solitaire.
Vivacity in a woman is like dope.
A little'll pep you up. But too
much'll make a fiend outa you.
If a girl ain't stopped bein' a
fool at 20, chances are she never
win.
A man that's willin' to give you
money for marryin9 his daughter
must have a reason.
Don't accept her mother's esti-
Dlek has an attack of flu. While
Is working at home with Miss
Briggs, his secretary, Gloria plane
a house warming. She asks Stan-
ley Wayburn, an actor with whom
- ahe was once in love, to be ono of
the guests. He accepts.
Forgiveness implies guilt,
fact of man’s sin andeguilt is seen
everywhere. First of all the Bible
everywhere. The misery, poverty, pat
ignorance and superstition In be- hav
nighted lands, the diseases now
it. This prevents the broadcasting
of descriptions that might round up
many. The theater rush hour is
harvest time for the “dips,” for
they are able to maneuver and
jostle without attracting especial
attention.
Many are of the silk-hatted va-
riety and have their brilliant moths
—or “moll buzzers"--with them.
One would hesitate to accuse a
man in a silk hat with a radiant
creature hanging to his arm of lift-
Travel along on the lilt of a song and,you’ll find you let cheerfulness
in. Constantly singing is constantly bringing the spirit that's achin
to win.
Life, whin you cheer it with sing-songy spirit, has solmness beat by
a mile. Strumming and humming just mean that you're coming to know
the full value of smile. . »
I've got a notion that melody motion of lipa puta a stop to the smirk.
Whistle a tune and you'll find, very soon, that it helps you to plug
through your work.
Music is magic, like grumbling is tragic and music was meant for us
all. Life bids you treat her to harmony sweeter. Say, why don't you
answer the call?
What does it matter which tune or which patter you choose, if your
just harmonise? Sing forth, dog-gone it Come on now, step on it
•Twill send spirit up to the skies.
SATURDAY, April 25.—If today
is your birthday, you often will be
tempted to seek a stage career. You
have much latent ability alopg this
line, but you lack the courage to
fight an uphill battle against big
odds. Because of this, it will be dif-
ficult for you to succeed on the
stage. Learn to use a little more
will power when you face discour-
agemen ta Remember there is
usually a bright side to every dis-
couraging situation.
SUNDAY, April 25.—If today is
your birthday, you are by nature a
reformer and have strong beliefs
on a variety of subjects. You be-
lieve it is your duty to readjust a
number of our political and social
affairs. Yet you are not a fanatic.
You generally have a practical plan
for accomplishing the reforme you
desire. If a woman you will always
look well in red and all its tinted
shades. You wll be * natural home
builder and love children.
Sidney Lanier Literary socioty,
one of the oldest organisations of
girls at the university, has an-
nounced selection of 13 new mem-
bers as foilows: Frances Foster,
Fort Worth: Jean Granger, Austin;
Helen Hamilton, Austin; Gladys
Busbee, Beaumont; Helen Me-
Caughn, Corpus Christi; Dorothy
Siemering, Austin; Edith Patter-
son. Austin: Louise Wick, Wichita
Falls; Elizabeth Card. Mission;
Madeline Brightwell, Port O'Con-
nor; Martha Chamness, Austin;
Alma Wood, Center, .and Thelma
Lynn,. San Angelo. '
Ma was in the setting room, this
afternoon and I started to go In
saying, G ma, I forgot to tell you
the wondertill dreem I had last nite.
Wichjest then I noticed ma had
company, being a long thin, lady
with glasses on her note but not
erround her ears, saying, Well well,
the little boy had a wonderfill
dreem, izzent that exquisite.
Benny, say how do do to Mrs.
Hawker,1 ma sed.
How do do, I sed. .
Im very well, thank you, and no#
do tell us of your bewtifill dreem,
deer child, Mrs. Hawker sed. )
Me not saying anything, and ma
sed. Well go on Benny, tell Mrs.
Hawker wen she asks you, your not
usually so bashfiiii
. WIch Im not, and Mrs. Hawker
sed. I love to her childerns dreems,
their minds are so pure- and fresh,
it makes their dreams like the
dreems of deer little angels, reely
I think achils dreem is the most
bewtifill, most poetic thing in the
werld, so unwerldly, so divine.
Mrs. Hnwker rites poetry about
childern. Benny, thats wy shes so
inerfsted, ma sed.
Yes indeed, and now for the
dreem, Mrs. Hawker sed.
Ms still not saying enything. and
ma sed, Well, Benny, wat was it.
well?
Well, I reemed I was in a grate
big marble castle, I sed.
O izzent that lovely. Mrs. Hawker
sad. and I sed. And the mayor was
there, and he was signing a law
with a fountain pen made out of
gold and diamonds, and as soon as
he signed it everybody hung flags
out of their windows and every-
thing, and the law gave the name
of 10 fellows that dever had to wash
their neck eny more, and I was one
of (hem.
O deer. O good nits, Mra Hawker
sed. and ma sed. Benny, go out and
PIWie l ala
preface he pictures a youth admir-
ing the pictures of the "he-man”
David, standing off the lions, but
unthrilled by the "pale young man
with flabby forearms and a sad ex-
pression.”
Upon growing older this youth
has carried the picture of "physical
weakling" and a “failure.” Barton
rushes to suggest that “He pushed
a piano and slept outdoors and His
muscles were so strong that Ho
drove the money changers out of
the temple.” Also that He was “no
failure." He “picked up 12 men
from the bottom ranks of business
and forged them Into an organiza-
tion that startled the world.”
“This is a man nobody knows,”
insists the author, sitting down to
write his version. “Some day, some-
one will write a book about Jesus.
Every business man will read it and
send it to his partners and his
salesmen, for it will tell the story
of the founder of modern business/’
In any time other than thia pres-
ent day of frank religious discus-
sion, such a book would have been
banned, in all probability, as sacri-
lige. Even today it will occasion
no end of debate.
It seems to this surveyor that’the
very title of Barton’s book is fal-
lacious. It may be that the Jesus
of Barton's picture is a “man that
nobody knows.” But the point is
that each man sees Jesus through
different eyes, even as God is seen.
A great many will insist upon
the very spiritual qualities which
escaped Barton as a youth; they
will insist that the strength came
not from toll-developed muscles but
from a higher source, and they will
point to Barton's picture as a cry-
ing indication of the need for a
greater spiritual understanding. A
proper title might have been "The
Man Everybody Knows Differ-
ently.”
And as for "failure," that must
be an inference largely gathered
from the author's personal view-
point. Who is there even to raise
the question of personal failure or
to read failure into the story of
Jesus? One is led ' to challenge
Barton to define failure.
In behalf of Barton it can be salA
that he has obviously tried to do
what he considered a friendly and
needed task, but ns the saying goes:
“God deliver us from our friends!"
the fact of sin, but fuller of the
mercy of the Lord. "Where sin
abounded, grace did much more
abound.” Ro. 5:20. No man ever
went down so low that the grace
of God can not reach him. “Twice
Born Men" can be multiplied into
millions of volumes.
Forgiveness,, I say, is for every
man—not a chosen few, not the
cultured, educated, the wealthy—to
be sure It is for these also—but
not for these only, but also and
especially, for the wretched, the
poor, the maimed, the halt, blind,
deaf and dumb—every one of God’s
creatures lives today in the “ac-
ceptable year of the Lord.” Then
call upon him. What are the con-
ditions?
1. Acknowledge the need of for*
giveness. “All have sinned." Ro.
3:23.
2. Repent. Turn back to Gow.
"Except ye repent ye shall all per*
Uh." Lu. 13:3.
3. Have faith in God. “He that
cometh to God must believe that
He is, and that He is a rewarder
of them that diligently seek Him.”
Heb. 11:6.
everything about him ... were
all your business?”
"She knows it nil. anyway.” Dick
replied. “A man's secretary has to
know his business. . , . And she’s
a regular clam, anyway. Never
opens her mouth to a soul!"
"And you have to sell your old
car?" Glory asked. "Ranghild said
you drove away in it this morning."
“Sure I sold it,” Dick answered.
“Where did you think I got the
money for the payment on your car
. . . stole it?"
“Well, I thought you might have
used the money- for my car instead
of buying that old telephone stock,”
she said.
Dick put a warning finger to his
lips. The kitchen door opened and
Mrs. Gordon came into the room
with a trap of soup plates.
After dinner, Glory’s father got
up from the table and went up-
stairs.
Presently he came down with a
dusty bottle in his hands.
“Port wine,” he said, looking at
Dick. “I’ve had that bottle put
away for 15 or IS years. Shall we
drink the bride's health ... or
her birthday, I should say?”
“This, I suppose,” Dick said be-
fore he emptied his tiny glass, “la
the moment to give my wife her
birthday present.”
He handed Glory a folded sheet
of thick white paper.
(To be continued Monday.)
T
The subway pickpocket la usually
the silppery rat-faced type. He
works under the cover of a news-
paper and depends on the lurch of
the train to snatch the swag from
the presumptuous pocket. He times
his net while riearing a station.
Thus. If caught, he may be able to
esinp. -
These shadowy creatures are
hounded from pillar to post,, for
most of them are known to the
subway pickpocket squad and when
they go on forays they are usually
primed with drugs. They are killers
when trapped but are so deft that
they rarely are.
There used to be a sinister cafe
hear Times Square where the light
fingered gentry mingled. The Vol-
stead law mopped it up and now
they hang-out around those shady
little hotels in the Forties running
to type—caps pulled over shifty
eyes and garbed in the natty habil-
iments of the one-flight ups.
They are in perpetual fear of "a
stretch up the river" and yet pre-
fer this mental m-asma and indo-
lence to honest toll. . Inspector
Byrnes used to say; "Once a dip,
always a dip.” He declared that
in all his experiences he never
knew one who went straight.
TauntoW B. WEED "pite‘
Embatmr and Fun.nl Directer, | ha, h
uv.« .. w„ I
others. Let each organization be a,
lighthouse to bring into the harbor I
wrecked souls on the sea of life.
Another result of forgiveness is
that the one forgiven forgives all
others. Restitution is in order, also.
“For still in mutual suf fra nce lies,
The secret of true living;
Love scarce is love, that never
knows
The sweetness of forgiving."
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By Rev. E. W. Johnson
Second in a Series of Sermsns by
Austin Ministers.
“For thou, Lord, art good, and
ready to forgive; and plenteous in
mercy unto all them that call upon
thee." Ps. 86:5.
Bible students observe the many,
many times this word forgiveness,
or ita equivalent, is used through-
out the scriptures. It is not neces-
sary to define the term—really it
can not be defined, for it is an
experience of the heart “unspeak-
able and full of glory” and can not
be put into words. 1 Pet. 1:3.
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K T he treasury confronts a
problem of caparity. En-
largement of the printing
| . plant built in 1914 may be
forced unless the demand for
t dollar bills can be reduced.
!!■ A dollar bill costs as much to
print as a $1,000 bill, and
doesn't last nearly so long.
Substitution of the silver
dollar has been attempted
but with little apparent suc-
cess. Treasury officials esti-
mate that the paper dollar
circulation has increased
sevenfold since 1900 and
three-fold since 1910. The
increase puzzles them, and
a careful study has been
; undertaken to find the reas-
■ 011 for it. Perhaps the real
explanation is the depreci-
; ation of money during the
t period covered bv the in-
L -creased circulation of dollar
bills. There are more trans*
I actions running into dollars
i than, ever before, and the
r netal dollar has become al-
k most obsolete because of its
weight, which makes it in-
K convenient to use. Unless a
. rise in the value of money
I comeszit is hardly probable
i that.the people will give ‘>P
i the dollar bill. Such a rise
| is not likely to take place
f for many years; indeed, the
tendency seems to be toward
further expansion of the
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