Not much better

I suspect when it comes to anthropogenic problems and pollutions, I think it’s not just humans to blame for anthropogenic extinctions and the like since human-associated animals like cats, dogs, sheep, goats, horses and cows and almost anything else wouldn’t be any better, given the capacity to be invasive species.

Supposing if some dog owners and hunters have a habit of letting their dogs roam in a remote island, where by chance those critters hunt and kill almost any wild animal (bear mind, canine predation on turtles and deer has been noted) and eventually those critters get to reproduce and become a problem, though that already is so to an extent.

(This could be said about any other animal but I feel canine predation is kind of overlooked and underrated, even though some owned dogs can and do hunt and kill wild animals on their own.)

Smarter birds like ravens and parrots wouldn’t be any better, that’s if you transplant them to an island (and/or hospitable planet) where they reproduce a lot as they don’t have much natural enemies, then drive out the native wildlife (the poor, long-suffering extraterrestrials) to extinction.

Even without humans, any other adaptive or human-associated animal will also have the capacity to ruin ecosystems if given the chance where if you drop wolf packs in a hospital planet, those critters will kill native wildlife and render some species extinct.

Domestic Engineering and the Journal of Mechanical Contracting, Volume 53

Domestic Engineering and the Journal of Mechanical Contracting, Volume 53

Fred McCracken, Paxton, 111., has secured the contract for the installation of a new steam-heating plant in the First Methodist Episcopal church in that city. Considera tion, $1,000.

December 17, 1910. 323 DOMESTIC ENGINEERING

YE OLDEN-TIME PLUMBING TALES.

By W. H. Prescott.

There is, perhaps, no more famous (of its kind of fame) spot in the East than “The Bamboo Tree.” There’s only the one tree, too, mind you; and it’s at the foot of Pine street, Camden, N. J. It is known to many “hobo” plumbers and steamfitters, “traveling the East” in search of “jobs” — and to say “I’ve been ‘Under the Bamboo Tree’ ” is as good as saying “I’ve traveled” to these same “tramp” plumbers, broken-down gasfitters and rum-soaked allied craftsmen.

Here one morning the “Bewailer of Good Old Plumb ing Days” was found — seated on an old laundry carrier, under the bamboo tree — king, as it were, of the motley group scattered around.

“Blest if there isn’t young Chino!” the veteran plum ber exclaimed, as a red-faced huckster came down the path from Gordon’s corner — “Gee! boy, how they goin’?”

“I feel just like the breaking up of a hard winter, dad,” responded Chino, Jr. “I slept in the lumber yards last night and some blankety blank stole my kicks.”

“Plenty more shoes, kid,” said the old man. “Just go down to th’ ‘dump’ and pick out what you want — City- emptied over forty wagonloads o’ junk last night; you ought to find a pair of Romeos ”

“Sure, thing,” assented Chino, Jr. “Say, dad, when did you say you met my old man last?”

“Day before he died, kid. Aye, me! that must be nigh thirty years ago — when you was in th’ soap-box cradle. I tell you boy, those were the palmy days of plumbery, and don’t you forget it! Why, son, your dad, with his push-cart plumbing shop, could put ’em all to sleep, and don’t you forget it!”

“Well, before you start in to tell me about it, pop, let’s chase the duck. I’m as dry as a furnace and as thirsty as a pump! Here Kaney — go get a dime’s worth of sudesl”

A rough-bearded tin roofer took the “kettle” and dime and fairly flew up to Gordon’s tavern.

“Yes, son,” continued the “Veteran Bewailer,” “them was the juicy days of plumbery! Why, your dad was in Haddonfield one day with his push cart shop and Harry Scovel’s water-back blew up with a genuine Fourth of July bang. Seems though Providence did it just because Chino’d struck the village. He was passing the house when it happened and when he heard the pop! sizz! bang- it-t-bang! he ducked, naturally. Thought some one he had done a job for was taking a shot at him. Then a big Tom Cat, with scalded hair fell at his feet and began clawing his socks. Then part of the kitchen fell out into the yard; there was steam to burn; plaster and shingles to give ‘way, and the explosion was over. By the time the steam and dust had lifted Chino had his tools lined up, ready for work. ‘I’ll be called; I know 1 will,’ says he. And he was. At least ten excited people stood on the house steps calling for him — as well as on Heaven, the doctor, and undertaker. ‘Get who you please, of course,’ says Chino, ‘but I’m the plumber. Want your water back repaired — or will you have a new one in?’ ‘You can put me in a new one,’ says the hired girl — but you see she was too scared to know whether she wanted a water back or a pull-back. Well, Scovel knew Chino; so he says ‘Come in and fix her up,’ and Chino butts into the job — ‘where is the little water back?’ says he, looking for it where it had once been. ‘Oh, there you are,’ he says, as he sees it up on the top of Widow Jonc’s house.

‘I’ll get you, my little piece of hardware!’ ‘No, you won’t, man!’ says the Widow Jones. ‘Don’t you dare climb on my house, man. If you do — ‘ and she shook a stove poker towards him, ‘I’ll — I’ll strike you! so there, now!’ ‘I’ll fool’er,’ says Chino, and with that he struck on a run around the house, the Widow’ after him. ‘Lap one! judgment! yells Chino as he made the first round. He yelled on the second, third, and fourth laps, and then there was no Widow. Her

“He Struck on a Run Around the House, the Widow After Him.”

wind gave out on the three — and three-quarters. Thus Chino had her. Up he clambers the porch, skins up the roof, rolls the water back to the ground, slides down safe to home and makes off to Scovel’s with the prize just as the Widow yelled, ‘Come back you loafer! I’ve got me second wind!’ ”

At this point Kaney appeared with the “duck” and a handful of pretzels.

As the “Great Bewailer” raised the big dinner bucket to his mouth he dizzly remarked: “This ought to be good for rheumatism, son.”

“Why so?” asked Chino, Jr.

“Its full of hops,” was the answer, whereat Chino, Jr. let forth a roar of laughter that brought four of the near by stablemen out to see the fight.” They went back de jected — no fight, for once.

The bucket and contents were passed around to such comments and remarks as: “How’s work in Pittsburg, Mike?” “On the hog.” “Where you been, Bandy? hain’t seen you since we was on th’ job at Reading?” “Down Lantic City. Nothing doing — so’s come up here.” “Where’s Biggie Larkins — workin’?” “Naw! doin’ thirty days,” etc., etc.

And then “Good Old Days of Plumbing” opened up again. “Son,” he said to Chino, Jr., ‘”fore I go up town and touch Harry Farrel for a five-cent lunch, let me tell you a jaunt your dad took to Merchantville. Rich folks out there, kid — but they’re hard-hearted — saw wood or you don’t get a handout. Well, in the good old juicy days of the pipe-and-joint biz your dad struck out one Christmas for Merchantville. Had his cart on runners and the wheels on the cart; double turn, see? Moseying along the pike he sees a stone on which was painted ‘Roll me over.’ Chino sized it up. ‘Darned if I ain’t been rolled many’s the time,’ says he, ‘but blanked if I ever seen a stone yelling for it. Well, here goes,’ and he

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pried over the stone with a piece of gas pipe. On t’ other side he read, ‘Now, roll me back — and I’ll fool some other sucker.’ On Chino goes — stung — until he reaches the house of two sisters; old maids; rich and all that. Had a Christmas tree in the parlor for the dogs, cats, parrots and chickens to look at — but no kiddoes. Seein’ as Chino was a steamfitter and plumber they called him in. ‘We have a chickenery,’ says Angelina, the elder old maid sister, ‘and we’ve put settings and settings un der the hens but the eggs won’t hatch!’ ‘Yes,’ says Anastasus, the less elderly old maid, ‘do you ‘spose lay ing hot pipes under the nests will incubate the eggs?’ ‘Show me the hennery,’ commanded Chino. They did. He sized up the flock with cold, critical eyes. ‘Well?’ says Angelina, ‘do the hens need hot air?’ ‘Not on your tintype, lady,’ says Chino, ‘they need a boy hen — a rooster. Two dollars, please, for consultation and advice.’ Blush ing, as does the red, red rose, the two virgins paid over the dough.”

There was a few moments silence — and then Chino, Jr., said: “Pop, did my dad have to do all them things you’re telling me of?”

“Sure.”

“And he was a steamfitter and plumber, eh?”

“Yep.”

“Well, then, I’m blanked glad I’m a huckster!”

American Magazine, Volume 93

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“surveys” to get statistics. One of my tenants says she never starts to take a bath, or to wash her hair, but that some one comes to the door and wants to know what church she belongs to!

, Peddlers and agents are pests in houses where there is no hall service. They ring bells of eople on the top floor, and then slip in when the vestibule larch clicks hos pitably. The worst of it all is that a good many women talk to them and seem to enjoy the diversion.

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Every house has a lot of animal pets— dogs, cats, parrots, and canaries are the most common. A timid sort of woman came to me the other night with some cat nip she had picked out in the country. She wanted me to take it to a woman who lived across the court from her, one flight up. She said she had seen a cat on the window ledge that looked indling, and she thought the catnip wou d do it good.

PEOPLE certainly do not go to church as much as they used to—at least Protest ants do not. They Usuall send the children to Sunday-school, but stay at home themselves. I think most folks want their children to have some sort of religious instruction. Christian Scientists turn out pretty regularly. In one house where I was janitress there were just twenty-four adults; and only four of that number went to church. Two of them were servants. People who have automo biles, or whose friends have cars, go away for week-ends or for all day Sunday. They seem to regard Sunday as an out-of-doors day. Vllomcn used to get up, cook break fast, clear it away, get dressed, go to church, come home, change their clothes, prepare an elaborate dinner, clear it away, and have only an hour or so before it was time to think about supper. Now they put up enough picnic lunch to last all da ‘, and go off in the car.

l‘l’omen who live in apartment houses do not call on new tenants. Occasionally they get acquainted in the halls, or some way like that; but there doesn’t seem to be the same curiosity over a neighbor’s affairs that there is in a street of detached houses.

1 think there is a decided tendenc ‘ to entertain friends outside the home. Wom en who belong to clubs take their friends there for tea or luncheon. Couples with out children often take friends to a hotel or restaurant for dinner. It saves so much work, and that is what everybody thinks about nowadays—saving work! I’ve no ticed people do not have as pretty dishes

and table linen in apartments as they used to. They spend more for clothes, less for table adornments. But there are always some men who bring other men home for dinner, because it is a home-cooked meal; and there are a good many evening par ties. One woman, who works in an adver tising agency and has to get her meals down-town during the week, has a few

eople in for a late Sunday-morning breakfast. They all go out in her kitchen and help prepare it, and judging from their laughter have a fine time. A South ern family with three children, all in their teens, keeps open house all Sunday after noon and evening. And there are always bridge parties.

Servants seem to be a vanishing race. One reason people move into apartments is to get along without them. In the house where I was before I came into this one, the apartments were all designed with maids’ rooms; but now a banker who lives there comes home early and puts on a glngham apron and helps his wife do the work, because they cannot get a maid.

ONE ofthe things which haunts a jani tor is the dread of finding someone dead, with the gas turned on. It’s awful to smell it, and not know what may have hap pened. When a man ora woman lives alone and you don’t see or hear them for several days, you get to wondering if they are all right. Sometimes a person like that will go away for over Sunday and leave a gas cock turned on, and you don’t get any answer when you ring. I’ve been through one suicide—but not by gas. I don’t want to talk about it.

But, in spite ofeverything, I get a good deal of pleasure out of my job. It’s like having a big family to look out for. I get theatre tickets and auto rides sometimes —things which seem to show they like me. I shall never forget the time I was mop ping up the tiling of the vestibule and a man who lived on the top floor came up the steps to go in. Hei walked on 111′: brrlx, to as not to track up my clean floor. It touched me—actually made the tears come. All I could think of was “Do unto others as e would that they should do to you.”

ct anything hap en like an accident. or sickness, or deat , and you will find there isn’t one in a hundred that doesn’t show a kind heart. When I’ve been sick, the worst old fuss-budgets in the house will come right down with fruit or some thing. If someone (lies, and the other people are not acquainted with the family, they come to me and ask if they can do som‘cthin to help, or to show their sym pathy. Iz’ve noticed over and over again that whenever there is a wreath of flowers or crape on the door, quarrelings and complaints, in all the apartments, stop short for days. And whenever the news leaks out that a baby has come, everybody is interested.

Vl’hencver I get so tired that all my bones ache at once, and I hate the sight and sound of the dumb waiter coming down with rubbish, or somebody treats me as ifl wasn’t a human being but a ma chine, I think about that man who walked on his heels, so as not to make tracks on my clean floor. All the other hundreds of little kindnesses which have been shown me pup into my head, and make me feel that it is a pretty good old world after all —and that a janitor’s job proves it.
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Do Both Molt! and Female Parrots Talk?

The writer solicits information with regard to the talking parrot,—whether the term Polly indicates the female as the loquacious bird, or whether masculine and feminine parrots acquire equallv well the facility of speech. Will you reply through your columns P and oblige, M. u.

We submitted the above to a lady friend who is an “expert1′ on parrots, and have received the following reply: —

It is something of a coincidence that I should receive, at the same time, from different quarters, the two inquiries,—one whether I knew ‘• if it was only the masculine parrot who condescended to speak”; and the other, “if the female was the loquacious one.”

I am aware that loquacity is generally attributed to femininity, but, in the case of parrots, I presume that, as the speaking of words is an acquired accomplishment, only gained when they have the companionship of man, and has nothing to do with their communications with their own kind, there could be no reason why both sexes of tho speaking parrots should not have equal capacities; but as the question has been raised, I have consulted some authorities, and find my opinion confirmed in one treatise, which declares, ” Both male and female parrots arc equally gifted with the power of speech, but the male parrot has the advantage in beauty.”

As to “the term Polly,” it is given to parrots indiscriminately, in the same way some persons call all cats pussies. I do not know how the appellation “Polly” originated; but it is evident it is a word easy for them to articulate, which they catch immediately, and seem to apply to themselves with great satisfaction.

I suppose this is all the answer the question requires, and it is not worth while to be tedious, or give unrequested information; but if “information with regard to talking parrots” is wished for, it might be added that the best speakers are the green Amazonian, yellow Angola, Macaw, and, best of all, the gray African parrot, whose memory is most remarkable. I knew of one who could repeat, without failure, four verses of a hymn which the children in the family were accustomed to say; and another who would give as many verses of a comic song, with the correct intonation and expression. But the extent of their accomplishment depends much upon the teacher, whose method should always be characterized by gentleness and kindness. G.

The following is a neat and ingenious imitation of some of the poetry of the Middle Ages :-r

O’er the sea sec flamingo flaming go.
The lark hie high, the swallow follow low.
The small bees bnsy at their threshold old,
And lamb lamenting in the threefold told.

Wait.

Not all at once the morning streams

The gold above the gray;
T is thousand little yellow gleams

That make the day the day.

Not from the snow-drifts May awakes

In purple*, reds and greens; Spring’s whole bright retinue it takes

To make her queen of queens.

—Alice Cory.

Bob.

lie was a magnificent Scotch dog, of great size, braver than a lion. He had but one bad habit when I had him—to see a cat was to fly at it. This ended in his worrying to death a favorite grimalkin belonging to a neighbor, and the catastrophe raised a formidable commotion. So with many regrets I sent him to Brechin, fifteen miles nil’.

There, early on the following Sunday morning, Bob was observed, with head and tail erect, and a resolute purpose in every look and movement, taking his way towards home. Whether he had kept the road, or gone by some path across the country, I know not; but when I was leaving the church, about one o’clock, I was met by the beadle, with his old face lighted up with an unusual expression of glee, and exclaiming—for my dog and Johnny had been always fast friends —” You mauna put him awa\ minister, though he should worry a’ the cats in the parish.”

On going to the manse, I found Bob outside the gate, as flat and motionless as if he had been stone dead. It was plain he knew as well as I did that he had been banished, and had returned without leave, and was liable to be hanged, drowned, shot, or otherwise punished at my will. I went up to him, and stood over him for a while in silence. He lay as if he had been killed and flattened by a heavy roller, only that, with his large, beautiful eyes half-shut, he kept winking and looking up in my face with a most pitiful and pleading expression.

Though I might not go the length of old Johnny in making free of all the cats in the parish, there was no resisting the dumb but eloquent appeal. I gave way, and exclaimed in cheerful tones, ” Is this you, Bob?” In an instant, knowing that he was forgiven, he rose at one bound into the air, circling round and round me, and in his joy leaping nearly over my head.—Dr. Guthrie.

The Living Church, Volume 141 (Google Books)

EDUCATION
Aid to Private Schools
Churchman Henry Cabot Lodge, Re
publican vice-presidential nominee, told
a television audience recently that when
the Army needs a man to fire a missile,
“you want the private school boy to be
just as good at mathematics as the public
school boy.”
Mr. Lodge was answering questions
dealing with aid to parochial schools. He
said that any Federal aid to schools should
in the first instance be used for buildings,
pointing out that such a procedure would
“liberate” local funds for paying teachers’
salaries. He stressed that methods of teach
ing and contents of textbooks should be
controlled locally.
Mr. Lodge was promptly attacked by
Dr. Glenn Archer, executive director of
the Protestants and Other Americans
United for the Separation of Church and
State. Calling Mr. Lodge’s position “a
most unfortunate concession to political
expediency,” Dr. Archer said that aid to
private schools amounted to direct aid to
parochial schools and was a violation of
the First Amendment to the U.S. ConstiPUBLIC AFFAIRS
History Registered
A number of historic churches and old
Spanish missions will be eligible to be
registered by the National Park Service
under a plan announced by Secretary of
the Interior Fred A. Seaton.
Federal involvement will be limited, he
said, to issuance of certificates, erection
of appropriate federal markers, and
“periodic inspection.” Participation will
be entirely voluntary, he added.
It also will provide a means for the
National Park Service to avoid the em
barrassing Church-State problems that

Bishop Walters (center) and the Rev. William Fay (right) at Standing Rock Reservation.
have arisen in connection with Congres
sional legislation recognizing certain
churches adjacent to Independence Shrine
National Historical Park in Philadelphia.
The churches have remained in the pos
session of their respective denominations
and are still used for worship purposes,
and Congress faced a thorny problem in
how to extend official recognition to them
as “national shrines” without involving
the government in support, maintenance,
or control of the properties.
Among Episcopal churches to be listed
are: Christ Church, Cambridge, Mass., de
scribed as “a superb example of religious
architecture,” dating from 1759; St. Paul’s
Chapel. New York, N. Y., built in 1764,
a surviving example of English colonial
life in New York City; and St. Michael’s
Church, Charleston, S. C, “one of the
great Georgian churches of America.”
COLORADO
Summit in Denver
Thirty-five deans from cathedrals across
the United States met for their annual
session, October 4th through 6th, at St.
John’s Cathedral in Denver, Colo. The
Very Rev. William S. Lea, dean of the
Denver Cathedral, was host.
The general theme of the meeting was,
“Communicating Our Gospel Today.”
Principal speakers included Henry McCorkle, editor of The Episcopalian; the
Rev. Malcolm Boyd, chaplain at Colorado
State University; Mr. and Mrs. William
White, Denver publicity people, formerly
with Time and Life publications, and
members of St. John’s Parish: the Rev.
Paul Musselman, of the National Coun
cil of Churches: and some attending deans.
Speakers discussed ways in which the
Church can speak to and with the 20thcentury man. Christian journalism and
use of radio and television in Christian
communications were discussed at length.
During their stay in Colorado, the
deans and their wives had the opportu
nity to tour the United States Air Force
Academy near Colorado Springs. They
were the guests of Chief Chaplain (Col.)
Charles Carpenter.
SOUTH AFRICA
Johannesburg Tended
The Most Rev. Edward Francis Paget,
former Archbishop of the Province of
Central Africa, has been appointed vicar
general for the diocese of Johannesburg.
Archbishop Paget, who resigned his see
in 1957, will care for the diocese from
which Bishop Reeves was deported in Sep
tember [L.C., September 25th ff.].
SOUTH DAKOTA
Direct Action
Bishop Walters of San Joaquin, com
menting on the work of parish and mis
sion churches, said: “The most telling
service of a Christian layman or minister
is to share with another person what his
faith means to him. Other forms of Church
work must take second place to this kind
of direct action.”
The bishop was on a tour of the state
of South Dakota, conducted by Bishop
Gesner of South Dakota, and by Mr. Gor
don R. Plowe, Bishop Gesner’s adminis
trative assistant. Bishop Walters spent 10
days visiting churches, schools, and Indian
reservations, and on September 25th he
preached in Calvary Cathedral, Sioux
Falls.
CALIFORNIA
Fine Feathers, Soft Fur
“Dear little brothers and sisters. Praise
and bless God, for He made and loves us
all. He loves and cares for you. Look at
what beautiful clothes He has given you
— fine feathers, soft, warm fur; and you
all have homes where you are loved and
cared for. So praise God in your own way.
Praise Him all the time. For your own
special ways of being happy, praise Him.”
In words reminiscent of St. Francis of
Assissi’s “Canticle of Brother Sun” (Hymn
307, The Hymnal 1940), the Rev. Roger
Dissell preached a three-minute sermon to
animals, birds, fish, and what-all assem
bled on October 4th for a blessing of pets
at St. Francis’ Church, San Francisco. It
October 23, I960
was reported that the pets and children
listened quietly.
More than 50 children, pets, and par
ents gathered in the inner court of the
church cloister, where, after hearing a
brief talk on taking care of pets, the chil
dren introduced their pets, one by one,
to the Rev. John Midworth, rector of the
church [see cover]. Goldfish, turtles, ham
sters, parakeets, lots of dogs, and plenty
of cats, all vied for Fr. Midworth’s atten
tion. Owners were found on the spot
for an entire litter of five kittens.
After the sermon, Fr. Midworth read
some prayers, and then blessed the assort
ment collectively.
RACE RELATIONS
^Silent” Churches
Racial discrimination is un-Americanism that is the basest treason and is de
stroying our nation, Bishop Pike of Cali
fornia declared at Detroit in an address
to the Economic Club of Detroit.
The un-Americanism of discrimination
should be placed high on the investiga
tion list of the House Un-American Activ
ities Committee, he suggested.
Racial segregation is costing this coun
try more, the bishop said, than American
foreign aid can buy.
Assailing the Churches for being “silent”
on segregation, practiced even by some
religious groups, he charged that instead
of leading in promoting brotherhood they
are lagging behind the civil and judicial
authorities.
“Treason consists of giving our ene
mies means to destroy us, and under that
definition this un-Americanism is the
basest treason,” he said. “Why then, I
ask, is the Church silent on it?”
“I am sick of un-Americanism investi
gations which blacken a man who once
was a member of a club which had an
other member who once belonged to a
club that had a Communist in it.” he
went on. “I would like to sec them in
vestigate this un-Americanism with real
vigor.”
Bishop Pike said, “Segregation is alien
ating the world, and even if there were
cultural arguments in favor of it, I would
say that segregation is a luxury that this
nation can no longer afford.”
In Texas, a Letter
Bishop Hines of Texas has asked all
communicants of the Church in the Hous
ton area to “support the judgments of
the courts” in school integration. Houston
schools began integration this September.
In a letter to all parochial and mission
clergy, which he requested be read at all
regular services on Sunday, September
11th. Bishop Hines called upon all Hous
ton Churchpeople to “pray for our public
officials, especially those charged with the
responsibilities of public education and
the enforcing of the law of the land.” He
instructed them to “shun all gossip, stop
ping malicious half-truths by an appeal to
supported facts. Encourage your children
to welcome all students, especially new
students of a different color of skin, whose
loneliness can be ministered to and where
such a ministry might prove decisive for
their life.”
The bishop termed Houston’s start at
desegregation “a far-reaching step in the
guarantee of Constitutional rights of all
citizens,” but warned: “This is not a lime
for rejoicing on the part of any faction
because of the triumph of one point of
view over another. We can rejoice, to be
sure, in the assurance of continued edu
cational opportunities for all of our chil
dren. We can rejoice that the municipal
authorities have met a volatile moment
in this city’s history as becomes men and
women possessed of a high sense of duty.”
Recognizing that adjustment to the new
situation would not be an easy task, the
bishop pointed out that for some “it rep
resents a dramatic change in their under
standing of the nature of relationships.
It will not become any of us to be insen
sitive to their feelings in the matter.”
SOCIAL RELATIONS
Project Hope Chaplain
The Rev. William P. Anna, Jr., rector
of Zion Church, Beltsville, Md., sailed on
September 22d as chaplain aboard the
S.S. “Hope I.” The 15,000 ton hospital
ship is equipped as a floating medical
center, staffed with American doctors,
nurses, and technicians, and is to train
the medical and health professionals of
Indonesia and Vietnam in modern med
ical techniques.
Mr. Anna has been rector of Zion par
ish since 1915. Parochial responsibilities
during his absence are being assumed by
the Rev. C. Leslie Glenn.

cHtCAQ0
Needed: an Honest Exhibit
by the Rev. Francis C. Lightbourn
“It is not the denials of Communism
that make it dangerous, but its positivebeliefs — beliefs that result in missionary
zeal.” This was one of many hard-hitting
statements made by Bishop Emrich of
Michigan in the first of a series of lectures
that began October 10th at Seabury-Western Theological Seminary. Evanston, 111.,
and will continue even’ Monday night,
concluding November 7th. Under the
title, The Mission of the Church, the lec
tures will eventually be published in book
form by Seabury Press.
Pointing out that Communism’s danger
“is not in its negations, but in its affirma
tions, its passionately held illusions, which
lead men to die for it,” the bishop said:
“It has its sacred books and its litera
ture. … It has its creed. … It is totalitari
an, claiming to interpret all of life. … It
has its heretics, and it treats them roughly. . . .
The Communists have their saviour, the
working people of the world. . . . And they
have their devil, which is Capitalism, with
whom there must be a final showdown. . . .”
Speaking of the missionary exhibit
which is planned to be held in Detroit —
see city of the diocese of Michigan — in
connection with the 1961 General Con-
‘ vention, which is to be held there. Bishop
Emrich read from a letter which he had
received from Bishop Baync, Executive
Officer of the Anglican Communion:
“What I think we need is an honest exhibit
which will not merely tell us about our suc
cesses here and there, but also about our fail
ures, and chiefly tell us about the problems
the people to whom we are ministering are
facing. The trouble with most missionary
exhibits is that they are sentimental success
stories. . . .”
Coming still closer home, Bishop Eniricli deplored the fact that most of our
parish houses remain unused during the
greater part of the w:eek. There is some
thing not right, he contended, about a
parish spending thousands of dollars on
a brand new and up-to-date parish house
— and then to have it open only for an
hour on Sunday. Instead, he thinks, par
ish houses should throw their doors open
to worthwhile community activities, to
sponsoring classes in adult education, to
encouraging people to develop worth
while hobbies, to any number of such
projects which the Church might and
ought to sponsor as a community service.
EAST AFRICA
Mr. Anna: Aboard a floating medical center.
Milestones
The Ven. Neville Langford-Smith was
consecrated a bishop in the cathedral at
Nairobi, Kenya, on August 21th. He will
be Assistant Bishop in the diocese of
Mombasa.
The Living Church

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RNS
AUSTRALIA
Serious Inroads
The Most Rev. Hugh R. Gough, Arch
bishop of Sydney and Primate of Austra
lia, has called on his Church to keep pace
with the country’s expanding economy
and population by strategic construction
planning and clergy training.
In his presidential address to the 1960
session of the Church’s General Synod,
Dr. Gough praised the “devoted service
of the Bishop of New Guinea and his col
leagues” and the role of the Church there
“in the education of the people and in
preparing for eventual independence of
government.”
Commenting on the “successful progress
now being made for the union of the
Presbyterian, Methodist, and Congrega
tional Churches.” the primate said he
“rejoiced” in this. He said he felt, how
ever, that “a considerable time would
need to be spent by the proposed new
United Church in settling down before
more steps toward its union with the
Church of England could be taken.”
RNS
The independence of Nigeria, Africa’s 26th sov
ereign state, was commemorated recently in Lagos,
Nigeria, and in Washington, D. C. In Nigeria
(left): the Archbishop of Canterbury with Prin
cess Alexandra of Kent and the Rt. Rev. W. A. W.
Howells of Lagos. Archbishop Horstead is in the
background. A service of thanksgiving was held in
the Lagos cathedral.
In Washington (above): the Rev. Canon Luther
D. Miller, A. C. Anonye, president of the Nigerian
Students’ Union in Washington, Very Rev. Francis
B. Sayre, Jr., dean of the National Cathedral,
John N. Garba, charge d’affaires of the Nigerian
embassy in Washington, and Dr. Lester Granger,
executive director of the National Urban League.
The Nigerian flag was carried in procession and
the Nigerian national anthem was played at a
special service at Washington Cathedral on Octo
ber 2d. Civil dignitaries attended.
Dr. Gough stressed the need to transfer
more clergy to “specialized ministries,”
such as hospital, prison and industrial
chaplaincy work. He said that already
such needs, together with those of the
schools and the Armed Forces, are “mak
ing serious inroads” on the numbers of
clergy available for parish work.
Observing that “the eyes of the world
are turned increasingly toward New
Guinea,” the primate emphasized that
“much attention is being given to Aus
tralia’s responsibility in its trusteeship.”
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NEW YORK
With a Grain of Salt
In a sermon October 9th at the Church
of the Epiphany, New York, N. Y., the
Rev. Hugh McCandless attacked religious
teachers who “promise results for faith
before teaching what faith is, or why it is
true.” He made mention of such induce
ments as “peace of mind.”
He warned against “intellectual snobbism,” “intellectual escapism,” and “emo
tional release.” But he added, “If a faith
works, it is at least partly true, and prob
ably we should rightly take warnings from
one pulpit about the snares of some other
pulpits with a grain of salt.”
~~ B R I E F $ |
PROVIDENTIAL ERROR: Answering a Sun
day morning call to fix a leaky hot water
tank in the rectory of All Saints’ Church,
Minot, N. D., the plumber went to the
church by mistake, there found the boiler
about to explode. He was able to control
the situation, caused by malfunction of a
shutoff valve. V
FROM FLA. TO NAB: Churchman Leroy
Collins, who retires as governor of Florida
January 3d, has accepted election to a
three-year term as president of the Na
tional Association of Broadcasters. Gov.
Collins is serving in his sixth year as gov
ernor and is not eligible for reelection.
East spring, Gov. Collins spoke out strong
ly for the moderate position after sit-in
demonstrations at Florida lunch counters
met violent resistance [L.C., April 3d]. He
was chairman of the Democratic National
Convention last summer. He has an
nounced that he will cease all political
activity at once (he has been active in the
Kennedy campaign). No salary for the
NAB post was announced, but Gov. Col
lins’ predecessor received a salary of
S7:>,000 a year.
FUNCTIONAL DESIGN: From the parish
paper of St. Bartholomew’s Church, Nash
ville, Tenn.: Doubtfully the young mother
examined the toy. “Isn’t this rather com
plicated for a small child?” “It’s an edu
cational toy, Madam,” the clerk assured
her. “It’s designed to adjust a child to
live in the world of today. Any way he
puts it together it’s wrong.”
V
BUILDING IS UP: A new boom in church
construction is pushing building activity
in this field toward a level of 5100,000,000
a month, the U.S. Census Bureau reports.
TrnsI V
POLITICS AND TAXES: Churchman Charles
P. Taft, chairman of the Fair Campaign
Practices Committee and a vice president
of NCC, warned that churches using con
tributions for political purposes will lose
their tax-exempt status. He said that
churches distributing literature directly
appealing for the defeat of Sen. John F.
Kennedy because of his Faith may be
jeopardizing their tax-exempt status also.
It is a regulation of the Internal Revenue
Service that a taxpayer’s claim for a de
duction for contributions that went to a
tax-exempt group but were used for po
litical purposes may be rejected.
V
CHANGING SIDES: The Rt. Rev. E. B.
Henderson, an avid cricketer, was busily
scoring 70 runs for Gloucester against
Bath and Wells when his translation from
Tewkesbury to Bath and Wells was an
nounced [E.G., August 7th]. A Tewkes
bury parish has presented him with a
new bat.
October 23, 1960

Dr. Prilchard at el-Jib excavation of 1960.
In the hill that was Gibeon,
a California priest finds a Bronze
Age cemetery and winery full of
Treasures
From Joshua’s
by V
Removal of jar from 17th-century tomb.

Last summer, as he has for many sum
mers, the Rev. Dr. James B. PritJ chard vacated his chair of Old
Testament at the Church Divinity School
of the Pacific. Berkeley, Calif., to head an
archaeological expedition at el-Jib in
Jordan.
And, as in past seasons, the tell yielded
important new evidence supporting bib
lical history. This time Dr. Pritchard
found a Bronze Age cemetery, which pro
vided the first evidence for the Canaanite
city which existed at the time of Joshua’s
conquest (Joshua 9 and 10).
The cemetery was found early in July
by an Arab woman whose vineyard lay
just above 12 shaft tombs in the rock.
Although the cemetery was the “most
important” find of this season, Dr. Prit
chard uncovered more evidence at the
winery which was first opened last year.
“We have discovered that Gibeon was
an important center for the production
and export of fine wines: the industry of
wine making and the trade in this prod
uct were important factors in the city’s
economic life in later Israelite times, and
it is not unlikely that wine making on a
large scale contributed to make Gibeon ‘a
great city’ at the time when Joshua was
tricked into making a covenant of peace
Mr. Gray is a student at CDSP.
with its ambassadors, whose worn wine
skins are specifically mentioned in the
biblical text of Joshua 9.”
This was the fourth year that Dr. Prit
chard led an expedition to the el-Jib site.
His first major discovery there was in
1956 when he found a jug handle with the
name Gibeon inscribed, providing defi
nite evidence that this is the site of an
cient Gibeon.
The next big discovery at the same
place was the “pool of Gibeon” (II Sam.
2:10). With the winery and the cemeterv
being added to the list, Dr. Pritchard said
that he can see many profitable seasons in
the future at el-Jib.
“At the close of the season,” he re
ported, “there emerged at the northwest
of the tell a large public building which
had a wall four feet thick and a floor of
thick plaster. Its foundation had been
laid in the Early Iron Age (ca. 1200 B.C.).
This important building provides a future
object for another season at el-Jib.”
In describing the cemetery found this
year, the CDSP professor said:
“The 12 tombs excavated this past sea
son yielded a full picture of the daily life
of the Canaanites who occupied Gibeon
for eight centuries before the Israelites
invaded the land. In addition to a wealth
of unbroken pottery which had once held
food and drink for the dead, there were
The Living Church
)ay
The interior of
a tomb discovered at el-Jib in 1960.
Gray
bronze knives, spear points, arrow heads,
beads, scarabs, alabaster vases, mace heads,
rings, carved bone inlay for boxes and
toggle pins for garments.”
Dr. Pritchard said that the museum at
CDSP will contain many of these findings
for the next two years.
The cemetery is on the west side of
a
natural hill on which the successive cities
of Gibeon were built. The archaeologist
said, “It is not unlikely that the intention
was to provide for the dead the best view
and breezes which were available, since
the plain stretches out to the west in an
impressive view of the Valley of Ajalon
and the wind which blows from the Medi
terranean makes the location pleasant,
even on the hottest days.”
Dr. Pritchard’s expedition was jointly
sponsored by the University of Pennsylva
nia and the American Schools of Oriental
Research, Jerusalem. This summer, for
the first time, another member of the
Pritchard family went along in the person
of Sally,
a senior at Swarthroore, who
worked as
a student supervisor.
Dr. Pritchard ha-; spent
a number of seasons
in Jordan on various expeditions. He hold-,
a
Ph.D. degree in archaeology from the University
of Pennsylvania. The archaeologist is author and editor of
a num ber of books, including Archaeology and tkc Old
Testament, the Ancient Near East and others of
a
more technical nature.
Settling basins for wine made at Gibeon.
October 23, 1960
In Truth
And Love
// bishop
suggests ideas
which might
serve as a basis
for a fruitful
approach to
the problem
of race relations
by the Rt. Rev. George
Mosley Murray
Bishop Coadjutor,
Diocese of Alabama
The problem which presses hardest
upon us in these days is the prob
lem of racial tension. It is a prob
lem not limited to the south, but world
wide in its scope. And yet the world looks
to these United States for leadership and
direction. If it does not find that leader
ship, it will turn to the other major
power — Russia. So we in the south, where
the Negro population is large, carry a
great responsibility: to find some construc
tive approach to this problem in our day.
And just as the world looks to the
United States, it looks to us as a Christian
nation. Our greatness lies in our Chris
tian heritage. And if the world finds no
direction in Christianity, it will look to
the other great world religion of our day
— Communism. So the Church carries a
great responsibility before Cod and man
kind: to help our beloved southland find
its constructive approach to a solution of
this problem.
Reprinted from
September, 1960. The Alabama Churchman of
On at least two occasions in recent
months, conferences sponsored by the
Church in Alabama have found it possible,
under God’s guidance, to enter into hon
est discussion of race relations. The par
ticipants seemed relieved and happy to
find that they could express different feel
ings and opinions, and do this while still
loving one another. They liked the oppor
tunity to seek God’s will together, instead
of simply airing their set opinions.
Is this not the great first contribution
which the Church can make toward a so
lution to this problem? To provide occa
sions and an atmosphere where her peo
ple can seek God’s will and speak the
truth in love. I believe the time is ripe
for that. I believe most of our people are
tired of the hurling of epithets and in
sults, and are looking for some honest
leadership and help — from the clergy and
from one another. I believe we can ex
press different convictions and ideas and
still live in a community of God’s love.
And I believe our conversations can and
ought, more and more, to include people
of different races.
Let me suggest a few ideas which might
serve as a basis for a fruitful approach to
this matter:
(1) Christians cannot advocate or condone
the approach of trying to solve our problems
by destroying those with whom we disagree.
This approach has been the great tragedy of
the history of mankind. Christianity has
stood firmly against it with the declaration of
the infinite worth of ever)’ person as a child
of God created in His image. The answer is
not the destruction — physically, economical
ly, socially, professionally, or politically — of
those with whom wc disagree.
(2) Our approach must be one which
struggles against prejudice. Prejudice is “pre
judgment.” It is “judgment before a fair
trial.” It is to judge a question before the
facts are considered, or to judge a person
before you really know him as an individual.
So we have need:
a. To try to learn the facts, including the
other person’s point of view on each occa
sion, and to consider them honestly.
b. To try to know the people about whom
we are talking and with whom we are talk
ing — and know them not as segregationists
or desegregationists, not as Negroes or whites,
but as people.
c. To keep ourselves open to new knowl
edge.
(3) More important than what we say as
a Church is how wc live as a Church. Those
things which wc learn from God by honest
xceking will be most effectively shown forth
by the way we as a Church actually practice
them.
(4) We can do none of this without con
stant and earnest prayer. This is our greatest
preparation for any step in a Christian ap
proach to this matter.
I believe the time has come when our
people want to, and by God’s help can,
once again speak the truth in love on this
great problem of race relations. And I
believe this must be our first contribution
as the Church to the solution of this
problem.
BOOKS
Two Sides of a Shield
CHRIST AND THE HOPE OF GLORY. B\
John Knox. Abingdon Press. Pp. 63. SI.
Faith, hope, and charity form a familiar
triad, in which “hope” appears to be
the neglected member. This neglect, how
ever, is in no small way made up for by
John Knox in his Christ and the Hope of
Glory.
Dr. Knox, who is a leading New Testa
ment scholar, treats in this book of “the
Christian hope of everlasting life.” Not
the least interesting and helpful part of
his treatment lies in the fresh insights he
brings to the relationship between faith,
hope, and charity (or “love,” as he calls
it). For example: “Love and faith are
two sides of a single shield, or. more liter
ally and exactly, the two aspects of a sin
gle relationship involving the divine ini
tiative and the human response” (p. 23).
This little book, very simply and de
lightfully written, is the work of a scholar,
who is also a man of faith — and hope.
Its worth is far out of proportion to its
size and price.
Francis C. Lightbourn
In Brief
MISSION IN MEXICO. 1961 Children’s
Mission Study. Primary and Junior Lead
er’s Manual. By Mildred Luckhardt. Spon
sored by the Children’s Division, Depart
ment of Christian Education, Protestant
Episcopal Church. Seabury Press. Pp. 83.
Paper, 75^.
WHO’S WHO IN THE BIBLE. An A B C
Cross Reference of Names of People in
the Bible. Compiled and edited by Rev.
Albert E. Sims and Rev. George Dent.
Philosophical Library. Pp. 96. S3. 75. “In
tended for the general reader rather than
for the student.” Contains, in addition
to Who’s Who part, pronounciation of
biblical names, generations of Jesus. Kings
of Judah and Israel.

Journal, Volume 9

Journal, Volume 9

I would rather hear the cry of a healthy baby and the melody of a sweet lullaby sung by a de voted mother than to hear the peal of a piano accompanying an operatic voice of a society lady, flowing through the costly-curtained windows of a childless mansion. The former presents living evidence of reproduction of like happiness through the maturity of the child, while the latter manifests but a limited life of worldly pleasures that fade with age like the beautiful summer rose, when paint and powder no longer serve in covering up the landmarks of time and the proud individual sooner or later, succumbs to the inevitable without leaving one trace of her individuality behind. It is Nature’s essential aim to reproduce all living things, both animal and vegetable and man should live more loyal to his Maker than to dodge the sublime duty imposed on him. Man is the only being known to hinder and to limit reproduction. The beasts of the fields love to rear their young; even the savage has a keener desire for offspring than his civilized brother because he lives closer to the immutable laws of Nature.

The strenuous rules of the “smart set” have so firmly barred the door of the social sanctum against the presence of children, as to make their absence extremely conspicuous. This being true, the world must look to the poor and the middle classes, for perpetuating the human species. The rich buy immunity at any cost and at all hazards. The less-favored financially are forced to abide by the natural consequences of their poverty, allowing Nature to have full sway in the role of gestation by being unable to purchase the sinful necessities to obviate the fulfilment of the God-given command to multiply and replenish the earth. Many who indulge in this dangerous practice of sacrificing incipient humanity on the cruel altar of aristocracy, forfeit their own lives as well, but even this does not deter the contem plation of others.

Go with me to mental illustration No. 2, the mansion of the well-to-do. On entering the por tals of this society home void of children, when the doors are closed to entertainments and social functions, we do not meet with vital conditions here as in the former home. There is no sound of children’s voices emanating from the various apartments to greet the ear, and after the noise and confusion of an evening’s revelry has died away, everything is still and lifeless, save the squacking of a parrot or the whimpering of a poodle in some favored nook of the mansion. As we enter the main sanctum of such a home with its costly furnishings unmarred by the finger- touch of children, we feel a sensation similar to that felt when ushered into a death chamber and intuitively tread lightly on the velvet-covered floors and heave a sigh of relief when we have departed therefrom. Such is a home without chil dren; a home without true happiness; a home where domestic pleasure cannot long abide in all its fulness; where fascination for society has ob- tuned all desire for the real soul-inspiring love of offspring. Here usually dwells a pair of hu man beings, male and female, living a life of selfishness, participating in all the choice bless ings placed at man’s command and giving#noth- ing in return, not even one germ of human life sown to further the race through ages to come, but living a life of contentment in their selfish surroundings with a pug or a parrot to take the place of children. They must possess something on which to lavish love, Nature demands it. If they will not allow it to be a child, then it must be a poodle, pug or parrot. What a perverted nature in woman that prefers to kiss an up turned nose of a pug dog rather than to kiss a dimpled-cheeked, rosy-lipped baby, with per fumed breath as sweet as the spring-time zephyr of a new-born day.

St. Louis Medical and Surgical Journal, Volume 43, Issue 6 (Google Books)

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K. M. Ashraful Aziz, ‎Clarence Maloney – 1985 – ‎Snippet view – ‎More editions
Often the mother-in-law will arrange for the childless wife to get an amulet (tābiz) from the “herbalist healer’ (kabiráj). … that childless couples would try to alleviate their loneliness by keeping animals: cats, dogs, goats, and parrots or other birds …

Saturday, Oct. 7th, 1882.

Dr. Maughs introduced Dr. Stevens, formerly a member of the profession in this city, and now a distinguished member of the profession in New York, and a brother of Dr. Charles W. Stephens of this city, to the Society.

Da. Stevens.—I was hoping that in coming here this evening I would see a large representation of this city, and .among that number I would see a few, at least, of the old faces with which I was familiar in former times. Circumstances relating probably to your public operations in the city at this time prevent a larger attendance to-night. I will only remark that it is a great pleasure to me, and affords me a good deal of satisfaction to visit your city once again, after an absence, with but one or two brief exceptions, of forty years. I made my bow on the west bank of the Mississippi in 1841. I had just graduated from the Medical College of Albany, New York, and I came out here to go to work in my profession. I made a few marks that some may remember when I was here. Some one alluded to the fact that I started the first Medical Journal west of the Mississippi; I believe that is the case. I commenced the publication of the Missouri Medical and Surgical Journal, and I have a copy of that Journal at home now. Now I am glad to know that the condition of the profession in this city has enabled sompbody—whoever that may be—to cultivate the profession in the way of Journalism to a very great extent. You are able to send abroad one of the best Journals of the country, I am glad to see that west of the Mississippi the profession is doing all in their power to maintain the standard by the maintenance of such Societies as you have here and I am glad to say that there are those in New York city who are struggling, and will continue to struggle to uphold the standard of the profession, and keep it at that high point that it ought to occupy. But we have with us, as I suppose you have with you, those who are flooding the profession and sending abroad with sheepskins, those who really ought not to be entitled to the name of doctor. I regret to say that the title of doctor doesn’t give one the standing that he ought to have by the mere right of possession of the title But then men are judged by their practical work in the profession, and those who stand high are those who have raised themselves by good practical work.

When I was here before there was on the ground: Drs.. Pope, McPheeters, Johnston, Moore, Pollak and a few others;. I don’t know how many I could mention, but I suppose I could count them upon my fingers almost—the remainder of that number who wore engaged in the practice of the profeesion then. I also had the great pleasure of seeing my brother here in the profession, and to find that he is an honor to his profession. I am glad to own him as a brother in the profession, as well as a brother in fact.

Maternal Impressions.

Dr. Maughs.—I don’t propose to-night to prove any proposition, I only intend to give the reasons why I believe as I do. It will be recollected by the Society that on last Saturday evening Dr. Mulhall reported a case, and very pertinently asked whether there was any connection between certain effects and the condition of the mother—whether the mental condition of the mother during gestation might not have influenced the condition of the child. I said that in that particular case I thought not, but in order to encourage the discussion as much as anything else, I said that while I didn’t believe there was any connection between the mental condition of the mother and the deformity of the child in that particular caser I did believe that under certain circumstances—in certain rare cases—the impression of the mother did influence the child in utero. I gave no reason for this belief. I stated that it was occasionally the case, I believed, that the deformity of the child was referable to this cause. That the vast majority of deformities could be accounted for otherwise, or could be relegated, at least, to other causes; that some of them were readilyattributable to other causes under the laws of embryology, nevertheless that I believed some were due to mental impressions of the mother. [ didn’t propose to prove the propositionThere are a great many things which are generally accepted as facts which are not susceptible of proof. Many of the great cardinal beliefs, which have practically the force of mathematical demonstrations are of themselves of a nature that won’t permit demonstration. We are nevertheless justified in believing the facts. For instance, I believe in the existence of the immortality of the soul, in a future state and in the existence of an unseen world and yet none of these propositions, can be demonstrated. Well, I do not expect to prove my proposition but my intention was to show that there were good reasons for believing this thing possible, that the mental impressions of the mother might influence the foetus in utero and I purpose to-night to state some of my reasons for believing as I do. My first reason for this belief is that very early in my professional career, I was called to attend a lady who was remarkable for the large amount of her reading, her fertile imagination, and quickness of conversation, and good memory. She had read almost everything in biography, history, romance, natural history, etc., and recollected it; she had it well digested. She was a lady of remarkable intelligence. This lady had married a retired merchant and was living in affluence. In the very early stages of her gestation—I know it was very early, perhaps about the third or fourth week, not later than that, because she had not yet missed her menstrual period, but she believed that she had conceived— believed herself pregnant, and dwelling upon the subject she awoke one night in great fright about a dream that she had, she awakened her husband and told him that her alarm was on account of having dreamed that she had given birth to an hermaphrodite. He laughed at her, and ridiculed the idea that the dream had any real significance. and did what he could to prevent her troubling herself about it; but she continued to talk about it. She related it to all of her intimate female friends and annoyed her husband by her persistent reference to this subject, which haunted her during the remainder of her gestation. It was an actual presence to her; and she insisted that she was confident that she would give birth to an hemaphrodite child. The first question that she asked after she had given birth to the child was whether it was all right, and as I saw nothing to indicate but what the plump, well-developed child was a boy, I said that it was all right, and gave it to the nurse to dress. 1 saw nothing wrongs about it and supposed that it was a boy. The man laughed at his wife and reminded her of her foolish notion, and how silly she had been to worry herself eight or nine months about such an imaginary thing—a mere dream, that the child was a perfect child in every respect. Well, she said, she had doubts about it yet, and she wouldn’t believe it until she saw it. The child was brought and stripped and lo! it was an hermaphrodite. I am not stating, of course, that there is in humanity such a thing as a perfect hermaphrodite, of course it doesn’t exist in a perfect form; but to all intents and purposes this was an hermaphrodite. It was neither male nor female, so far as we could determine at that time or up to the time of its death,which took place two or three years afterwards. I didn’t know whether it was male or female. There was no post-mortem made, perhaps it would not throw much light upon the subject if there had. Now it seems to me that this was something more than a coincidence. Either the dream influenced the development of the foetus or the development of the foetus influenced the dream. We could scarcely believe the latter, and therefore the probabilities are that the persistent distress, and mental perturbation of the mother caused the hermaphrodism of the child. This case impressed me so strongly at the time that I have always, from that time to the present day, believed the possibility of this thing, after rejecting the vast majority of cases reported. Some •of these cases are not mere coincidences. In looking up this subject I found that the great obstetrician of London, and a most eloquent teacher, Dr. Blundel, in his work states his reasons for believing that this thing may occur. He states* as follows:

“It has been often asked, and is still a question undecided, whether the imagination of the mother may have an influence in giving rise to those morbid formative operations on which the generation of monstrosity seems to depend—a question which is not to be decided by reason independently of observations, as a simple reflection may show; for, as we know but little respecting the powers which operate, we must necessarily know as little respecting the powers by which this operation may be influenced. In matters of this obscure and unoertain kind, to ridicule without giving ourselves the trouble to examine, seems to me to be at once both petulant and unphilosophical, Fac s, and not a priori reasonings form the basis of modern philosophy; that incubation should give rise to the formation of the chick within the egg-shell—that the conjunction of the sexes should give the first inpulseto the formation of the infant in the uterus, must, independently of observation, have appeared both absurd and incredible. In the compass of generation, nothing need surprise us; it is the fairy land of physiology; and, in the hands of divines, its wonders may serve as a good preparative to discipline the mind for the more ready belief of those miracles which it is their office to inculcate. When first I set out on my physio

* The Principles and Practice of Obstetricy. By James Blundell, M. D. Washington, 1834, p. 99, et sej.

logical career, I certainly set out with a strong impression, that the fancy of the mother could not operate in the formation of her foetus; nor am I prepared to concede, at the present moment,. that this impression was erroneous; nevertheless, I must, in candor, admit that various facts have been brought before me, which do prove beyond doubt thus mucj), that there is sometimes a very striking coincidence between impressions made on the mind of the motner, and appearances which manifest themselves on the body of the foetus; these coincidences being sufficiently frequent to create a sort of suspicion that they may be of the nature of cause and etfect. If I press my finger upon the box which now lies before me, it moves; but how do 1 know that this motion may not arise from some other simultaneous occurrence distinct from the pressure of my finger? In truth I should this coincidence of pressure and motion in this case be observed but onoe, were it not for analogical and uncertain experience, I should have just cause to doubt; but when I make this pressure repeatedly, under varying circumstances, and find invariably that motion . ensues, unless some third cause of obvious operation bo interposed to prevent it, I may reasonably infer that the coincidence of these two occurrences is of the nature of causation; and in all cases of rarer occurrences, I conceive, the more frequent these coincidences, the stronger does the proof of causation become.

“It would lead to a long disquisition, if I were to bring before you all the different facts which have heen related to me, and which seem to show that the fancy of the mother may have an effect in the formation of the foetus; but some of the more striking facts, by way of illustration, I may perhaps be permitted to adduce.

“In the first place, I myself once presided at a labor where the child, after birth, was discovered to labor under the deficiency of the ribs, and this upon the right side of the sternum near its middle. In consequence of this deficiency of tho cartilage, there is in this child, now living, a sort of dimple or impression, which is very peculiar, and of which the mother gave me the following account: In the early days of her pregnancy, she took one of her children to Mr. Travers, an eminent surgeon well known to you all, it having been supposed that there was some fracture or other of the collar bone, or the ribs contiguous; and Mr. Travers examining the child with a good deal of care, chanced to make a pressure on the ribs in front, near the sternum; the thumb bearing over this part, while his fingers were placed behind on the scapula, and the rest of the hand lay above the shoulder, the child being young and small; and, in doing this, he occasioned with the thumb a considerable dimple or indentation, which, as the mother, of great nervous irritability, told me, affected her very much, and produced in her that contraction of the skin,. which is very significantly denominated the goose flesh. Thislittle occurrence, however, did not ultimately make any very

strong impression on her mind, though she thought of it occasionally during gestation; but when I saw the infant afterwards, she told me the story which I have very accurately related to you.

“Again, a lady whose name it would be improper to mention, (though I had the statement from one of our profession, her own son), at a period, a? I was informed, not earlier than the first two or three months of her pregnancy, was very much frightened by a beggar who had lost the hand and lower part of the arm, and who, to excite her commiseration, exhibited to view the mutilated member. By this shocking sight a strong impression was made upon her mind; and some time afterwards, in a ball room, on seeing a gallant officer who had left one of his arms on the field of battle, this impression was renewed, not without a slight emotion of horror and the constriction of the skin, and some few months afterwards the child was born with a coincident want of the arm.

“Now these cases are not solitary; the same tale has been often told, and the same concurrence has often been observed; and, to say the least of it, the coincidence deserves attention.

“There was a child (of which I have got a drawing) lately born at Plymouth, with excrescences pushing from the mouth, and which certainly resembled a large bunch of grapes, such as might appear in the mouth of a child, if it were endeavoring to devour, unbroken, the whole of a small bunch, there not being room sufficient to admit the whole at once behind the teeth. Before she was aware of this faulty formation, the mother was closely questioned by the accoucheur; and she certainly did state distinctly enough, that in the early period of her pregnancy, not, however, till near the fourth month, in passing along a street, she chanced to see a boy who had got a bunch of grapes, which he was eating very greedily, as boys will do and that she had a very great desire to partake of them. Growing from the region of the sternum, too, there was an excrescence which might remind one of the whattle of the turkey-cock, an animal by which she had been frightened a little earlier in her pregnancy. The coincidence certainly merits notice.

“Tending to illustrate the same point, you will find in my collection, a kitten with an apparent parrot’s head, and the following is the tale which is connected with it: An ancient lady, in his neighborhood, who was, I think, childless, (it is pleasant to love something) among other pets of her family, had a parrot, a cat and a love of a lap dog, all co-rivals for the first place in affection, and who agreed with each other no better than the fair goddesses of Ida, at the time they disputed for the apple of beauty, and unveiled, in the presence of the Trojan shepherd, charms before unseen by mortal eyes. On sojne occasion or other, it seems, that the cat was in an apartment, and the parrot and dog being placed to the right and to the left of the doorway,—minaud, then enciente, retreating from the chamber, nearing the cage, perhaps to avoid her four foot rival, was alarmed hy the ferocious scream of the parrot, and scampered off in a great fright. Date afterwards proved that she was in the first days of her gestation, and she subsequently produced a good many kittens, all of which were well formed, with the exception of one, which has, as you will allow, a head in form very much resembling that of the bird by which she was scared. Mr. Maurice Workman is my voucher for these facts; in all that is essential, they are, on my part, fairly stated. The healthy formation of the other fetuses deserves especial notice; but, say what you will, the coincidence is well worth recording.

“Particular facts of this kind I forebear to multiply, though the task is easy. As these coincidences are occasional only, and perhaps rare, of course they do not demonstrate causation; but if on a candid accumulation of facts, it appears that the coincidences between the impressions on the mind of the mother and the body of the fetus are well marked, and not unfrequent, then, to say the least of them, they establish a very curious fact in animal generation, and their general bearing is to show that the two occurrences are, in relation with each other, as cause and effect. I would that the affirmative of this could be proved; we should then be in possession of one of the principles of formation. But theu it may be asked, how can those things be?—and how, it might once have been said, can it be that the moon should acton the waters? If, like many of our forefathers, wo had no notion of the bulk of our satellite; if, like them too, we were ignorant of the principles of gravitation; if we had no idea that matter was capable of attracting matter, even at remoter and planetary distance, such an action in such a state of ignorance, must appear incredible, yet, when once the necessary knowledge is communicated, the mutual attraction of the two masses of matter becomes to a certain extent, intelligible enough. Observe here the progress of this wonderful discovery, for it illustrates the progress of all solid philosophy. The fixed relation between the moon and the floods was first sagaciously observed, and verified, allowance being made for the irregularities which arise from accidental circumstances. The probable connexion of the two, in the way of cause and effect, was afterwards inferred from the fixity of this relation. At length the large mass of lunar body was suggested and demonstrated, and the mutual attraction of matter was evinced by experiments and calculations addressed to the senses or reason; and thus the doctrine, which at first must have been deemed a wild hypothesis, was not only proved but comprehended. And while all this was doing, some, in the first stage of inquiry, being variously occupied, paid no attention to the observations on which the discovery was to be grounded; and others, as the discovery proceeded clamored, no doubt against the absurdity and impiety of the proposition. What! a small body like the moon, to act upon a huge mass of waters, in the ocean? Lunatic! What! the great goddess of the Bphesians—the celestial archeress, whose gracious presence has been manifested to onr heroes—whose miraclos and oracles have astonished her votaries, and who even now steals down to the mysterious retreat of Latmus!—What! do you dare to assert that this sublime being, may, after all, be nothing more than a huge globe of matter, the scene of tempest and volcano ! Atheist! Such I can easily believe might be the spirit which animated the opponents of those doctrines. Yet in the midst of all these commotions, while puppies were barking and men were clamoring, the moon shone—the ocean rolled—the seasons changed— the earth teemed—the mob of all ranks vanished from the scene, and by its mere intrinsic durability, without effort, the truth prevailed at last. Ourpreposessionsare not the criterion of truth -r improbability and incompatibility may result, not from impossibility, but from our ignorance of the requisite explanatory knowledge. All this is clear in speculation, but, somehow or other it is to be forgotten in practice. Doubt—observe—infer —still doubt, and bring the truth to the most rigorous examination. Truth never yet shunned the light; how can she? it is her element.—But to return from this digression; pray give to the profession, with rigid accuracy and well attested, tacts relating to this important subject. Always, where it can be known, state the age of gestation, the absence or presence ofthe feeling of horror, and cutaneous constriction, and endeavor, so far as may be, to verify all by your own personal observations and inquiry of the woman herself. Monstrosity may occur in formation under the egg-shell. How can mental impression be supposed to operate here?”

The J ws also believed that these things sometimes occurred as cause and effect. He says: *

“The Jews, under the belief of the maternal impression, are said to have been so solicitous about the beauty of their children, that care was taken to have some beautiful child placed at the door of the public baths, that the women, at going out, being struck with his appearance, and retaining the impression, might all have children as fine as he. The Chinese, take still greater care of their breeding women, and prevent uncouth objects of any kind from striking their imagination. Musicians are employed at night to entertain them with agreeable songs and odes, in which are set forth all the duties and comforts of a conjugal and domestic life, that the infant may receive good impressions even before it is born, and not only come forth agreeably formed in body, but well disposed in mind.”

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Bunker—New York—Niagara—Toronto—Spring-time In QueBec—A Summons—A Start—In Good Company—Strippino A Peg—An Expedition—Poor Canada—An Old Glimpse At A New Land—-rival Routes—Change Op Masters—The Red River Revolt—The Hale-breeds—Early Settlers —Bungling—”eaters Op Pemmican”—M. Louis Riel—Tile Murder Op Scott.

When a city or a nation has but one military memory, it clings to it with all the affectionate tenacity of an old maid for her solitary poodle or parrot. Boston— supreme over any city in the Republic—can boast of possessing one military memento: she has the Hill of Bunker. Bunker has long passed into the bygone; but his hill remains, and is likely to remain for many a long day. It is not improbable that the life, character and habits, sayings, even the writings of Bunker—perhaps he couldn’t write !—are familiar to many persons in the United States; but it is in Boston and Massachusetts that Bunker holds highest carnival. They keep in the Senate-chamber of the Capitol, nailed over the entrance doorway in full sight of the Speaker’s chair, a drum, a musket, and a mitre-shaped soldier’s hat—trophies of the fight fought in front of the low earthwork on Bunker’s Hill. Thus the senators of Massachusetts have ever before them visible reminders of the glory of their fathers: and I am not sure that these former belongings of some long-waistcoated

redcoat are not as valuable incentives to correct legislation as that historic ” bauble” of our own constitution.

Meantime we must away. Boston and New York have had their stories told frequently enough—and, in reality, there is not much to tell about them. The world does not contain a more uninteresting accumulation of men and houses than the great city of New York: it is a place wherein the stranger feels inexplicably lonely. The traveller has no mental property in this city whose enormous growth of life has struck scant roots into the great heart of the past.

Our course, however, lies west. We will trace the onward stream of empire in many portions of its way; we will reach its limits, and pass beyond it into the lone spaces which yet silently await its coming; and farther still, where the solitude knows not of its approach and the Indian still reigns in savage supremacy.

Niagara.—They have all had their say about Niagara. From Hennipin to Dilke, travellers have written much about this famous cataract, and yet, put all together, they have not said much about it; description depends so much on comparison, and comparison necessitates a something like. If there existed another Niagara on the earth, travellers might compare this one to that one; but as there does not exist a second Niagara, they are generally hard up for a comparison. In the matter of roar, however, comparisons are still open. There is so much noise in the world that analysis of noise becomes easy. One man hears in it the sound of the Battle of the Nile—a statement not likely to be challenged, as the survivors of that celebrated naval action are not numerous, the only one we ever had the pleasure of meeting having been stone-deaf. Another writer compares the roar to the sound of a vast mill; and this similitude, more flowery than poetical, is perhaps as good as that of the one who was in Aboukir Bay. To leave out Niagara when you can possibly bring it in would be as much against the stock-book of travel as to omit the duel, the steeple-chase, or the escape from the mad bull in a thirty-one-and-sixpenny fashionable novel. What the pyramids are to Egypt—what Vesuvius is to Naples—what the field of Waterloo has been for fifty years to Brussels, so is Niagara to the entire continent of North America.

It was early in the month of September, three years prior to the time I now write of, when I first visited this famous spot. The Niagara season was at its height: the monster hotels were ringing with song, music, and dance; tourists were doing the falls, and touts were doing the tourists. Newly-married couples were conducting themselves in that demonstrative manner characteristic of such people in the New World. Buffalo girls had apparently responded freely to the invitation contained in their favourite nigger melody. Venders of Indian bead-work; itinerant philosophers; camera-obscura men; imitation squaws; free and enlightened negroes; guides to go under the cataract, who should have been sent over it; spiritualists, phrenologists, and nigger minstrels had made the place their own. Shoddy and petroleum were having “a high old time of it,” spending the dollar as though that “almighty article had become the thin end of nothing whittled fine:” altogether, Niagara was a place to be instinctively shunned.

Just four months after this time the month of January was drawing to a close. King Frost, holding dominion over Niagara, had worked strange wonders with the scene. Polly and ruffianism had been frozen up, shoddy and petroleum had betaken themselves to other haunts, the bride strongly demonstrative or weakly reciprocal had vanished, the monster hotels were silent and deserted, the free and enlightened negro had gone back to Buffalo, and the girls of that thriving city no longer danced, as of yore, “under de light of de moon.” Well, Niagara was worth seeing then—and the less we say about it, perhaps, the better. “Pat,” said an American to a staring Irishman lately landed, “did you ever see such a fall as that in the old country?” “Begarra! I niver did; but look here now, why wouldn’t it fall? what’s to hinder it from falling?”

When I reached the city of Toronto, capital of the province of Ontario, I found that the Red River Expeditionary Force had already been mustered, previous to its start for the North-West. Making my way to the quarters of the commander of the Expedition, I was greeted every now and again with a “You should have been here last week; every soul wants to get on the Expedition, and you hav’n’t a chance. The whole thing is complete; we start to-morrow.” Thus I encountered those few friends who on such occasions are as certain to offer their pithy condolences as your neighbour at the dinner-table when you are late is sure to tell you that the soup and fish were delicious. At last I met the commander himself.

“My good fellow, there’s not a vacant berth for you,” he said; “I got your telegram, but the whole army in Canada wanted to get on the Expedition.”

“I think, sir, there is one berth still vacant,” I answered.

“What is it?”

“You will want to know what they are doing in Minnesota and along the flank of your march, and you have no one to tell you,” I said.

“You are right; we do want a man out there. Look now, start for Montreal by first train to-morrow; by tonight’s mail I will write to the general, recommending your appointment. If you see him as soon as possible, it may yet be all right.”

I thanked him, said ” Good-bye,” and in little more than twenty-four hours later found myself in Montreal, the commercial capital of Canada.

“Let me see,” said the general next morning, when I presented myself before him, “you sent a cable message from the South of Ireland last month, didn’t you? and you now want to get out to the West? Well, we will require a man there, but the thing doesn’t rest with me; it will have to be referred to Ottawa; and meantime you can remain here, or with your regiment, pending the receipt of an answer.”

So I went back to my regiment to wait.

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Collier’s: The National Weekly, Volume 60

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tress quite as passionately as the dachel to bring him along . And some job loves its master . ” proving I wasn ‘ t a German spy . The “ But boys with poodles don ‘ t grow shape of my vest and that dog came near spilling the beans . But I got ” How about the French boys ? Their through . Remember what Kipling said ? comrades are mostly poodles . ”

” You win . Poodles , if you say so . ” Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot liem

“ But personally I don ‘ t like poodles ! ”

They both laughed . As he gazed Perfect passion and worship fed

and down into her lovely face he knew that By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head .

only God could have fashioned it , that Nevertheless it is hardly fair

only God could have created the white To risk your heart for a dog to tear .

soul within . He broke away from the ” I suppose I ‘ m a darned old fool . But , thought . you see , nobody loves a fat man but his “ Isn ‘ t it wonderful about a dog ? He dog . He thinks I ‘ m beautiful ; and so , sees his master as the handsomest , because I ‘ m grateful , I ‘ m taking this noblest creature on earth . ” old hooker that can ‘ t make an even ” That ‘ s the way Harry and John fourteen , when I might have had all look at you . I wonder if you ever stop the comforts of home on a fast liner . ” to think what a marvelous being you “ What do you believe our chances are to those boys ! Why , I honestly

believe they have the idea you could ” Fifty – fifty ; on any boat that car – have prevented this war with half a ries a stern gun . The subs are sending chance . You ‘ re a great man , John down a lot of ‘ em , take it from me . But Martin ; and you are as wonderful to back home we ‘ re waking up . And glory me as you are to the children . ” be the day we get all the gum out of our “ What I am , old girl , you made me . eyes ! It ‘ s going to be no picnic . I ‘ ve Home ! By George , just think of it ! ” been in Germany , on and off , for twelve ” I can ‘ t think of anything else . ” years now . I ‘ m pretty close to Fritz . Everybody slept on deck , in chairs , They ‘ re different ; no getting away from on blankets and rugs . The few cabins that . When an English or a French were unused except as storage room . scientist goes at a sore he tries to cure Besides , as the weather was mild and it while he heals it . Fritz digs it out summery , no one cared to sleep under with a knife to learn what it ‘ s made of . steel and teak while passing through The patient dies , but the operation is the zone . At night passengers either successful . When you and I go into any wore their life preservers to bed or strange country we try to think as they used them as pillows . do . But no matter where Fritz goes he T hey stole out of the Mersey at nine , always thinks in German . We say : and all through that night and up to ‘ What a beautiful country ! ‘ Fritz says : noon of the next day they were con ‘ What a beautiful country I could make voyed by two destroyers . Then the out of it ! ‘ What he does is right be – drab little terriers turned about and cause he ‘ s German . If I do the same ran home . The rest was up to the gun thing , it ‘ s all wrong because I ‘ m not crew on the stern . German . Take it from me , the whole sixty – odd millions have got to be tre

IT was that half hour before dawn , panned ; the kink in their think boxes

Iwhen the sea turns drab , when the has got to be straightened out . He

four winds are still asleep and the rim doesn ‘ t see the moral in the fact that

of the blue star – studded bowl of heaven the whole world ‘ s against him ; he fades perceptibly as you watch it , when thinks it ‘ s envy . Misled ? Put ‘ that the odor of the sea is strongest and its idea away in the camphor chest . How aspect most mournful . about the Germans at home ? They ‘ ve

A cry ! had every opportunity to get all sides

Martin sat up , for he was a light of the case . But are they all with us ?

sleeper , and wondered if he had Not so you ‘ d notice it . You ‘ ve heard

dreamed that cry . At his right lay his how people have recovered their mem

wife . He could see the dim outline of ories by being shocked . Well , the only

her face . On the other side were the way the German will come back to nor

children , and beyond them , the little mal thinking is to hand him a whale of

Belgian maid , the eternal Madonna a wallop on the jaw . They ‘ ve called

propped against the deck house just in all the doctors but us , and now Doc

beyond her head . tor Uncle Sam is feeling of the pa

The cry rang out again . Faintly tient ‘ s pulse . “ Give the patient one biff

Martin heard the clanging of the engine after each meal ‘ says The And God room bells . As he reached over to rouse send we can do it . There ‘ s a lot of us

his wife – for his first thought was al who want to get back on the job . I ways of her — there came a terrinc see you ‘ ve adopted a Belgian girl . ”

shock . It stung every nerve in his “ Yes . We ‘ re taking her home with us . ” body painfully . The ship seemed to ” I ‘ ve been watching her . Never stop and le

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own when he recollected the Belgian gium , Poland , Serbia ! Pretty soft for

maid . us , pretty soft . ”

She was on deck , and her Madonna , “ I am grateful . Perhaps I ‘ d better

and her life preserver had been lost ! drop this thinking . ”

” Here ! ” he cried . He gave her his “ You ‘ ll never get anywhere . If we

own life preserver . “ All of you stay get through into open water to – night

right here ! ” he ordered , and he stag you know we ‘ re pulling up the mud hook at nine – – why , there ‘ s a chance

board . that we ‘ ll all wind up at the Tremont

The boats on that side were in dan or Childs ‘ s , as the case may be . I ‘ m

gling splinters , and the other things he going down to say howdy to the pup .

saw sprawled out in dark stains sick The poodle jumps at him and that bull

ened him . terrier threatens to tear his heart out ,

An officer rushed past . “ Look alive ! and the poor pup knows he ‘ s in Dutch ,

Quarter of an hour at the most ! ” but he can ‘ t figure out why . If the

Martin turned , and even as he moved pirates get us , I ‘ m going to make a

the ship listed to starboard ; and he stab for the dog . I couldn ‘ t die clean

knew that the torpedo had gone straight if I left him to bubble his life out at

into the heart of the ship . the end of a rope . I suppose I ‘ m an

Nightmare ! old fool . ”

Mrs . Martin stood waiting for the Martin held out his hand , and the

horrid dream to come to that point | other shook it warmly .

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There are more generously disinterested actions done by the little estimated class of old maids in moderate circumstances, unloved and unknown as they often are, than by any race of people you could name. Their generous plans and kind affections must, of course, however, be tamed down within their very narrow means; and one can scarcely wonder that, sometimes, when their kind schemes of usefulness are frustrated, as a last resource of desponding solitude they take to any solitary refuge from the thoughtless ridicule and satirical observation of those they would have most desired to serve. The young should never make a jest at the growing infirmities of a respectable and undisguised old .age, or even laugh at those who beguile their lonely hours in the only companionship which they can sometimes find—with their cats, poodles, parrots, or canary-birds. We are all the creatures of circumstance; and when wondering, sometimes, at the strange eccentric resources of many well-meaning, solitary persons, I have , reminded myself of what was said by a captive, when liberated from prison, to the friend who expressed astonishment at his having occupied much time and attention in taming a spider, ‘Only wait till you are the inmate of a dungeon !'”

“Well! we need not fear solitude here, as I could slate my house with the visiting cards left for me this morning,” said Lady Graham pompously. “The Duchess of Ascot, Lady Balmoral, Lady Newmarket, and a perfect load of old friends.” •

“People fit to fill your house, but not your heart,” said the admiral. “You know, Lady Graham, a pound of feathers is as heavy as a pound of lead; but as it takes a great many to make up the same amount, so a very few real friends would outweigh a million with such trumpery minds as these you speak of. To be deserving of the name, friendship should be built on a rock of adamant, but the mere cobweb ties of fashion are broken at every breeze. It is the utmost exertion of my fortitude to sit in the room with soi-disant friends, who measure every body’s merits as if they were before a jury at Almack’s. and have not an atom of nature left in their feelings and opinions. Positively the whole conversation of ladies in London seems to me made up of boasting what leaders in fashion have called upon them or invited them—how not merely exclusive, but inaccessible, they are themselves— and how very sorry they were not to be able for attending above three parties on the previous night, so that they were obliged to disappoint a foreign embassador and two or three duchesses of their presence, at different parties where they were probably never missed!”

“Well, admiral! we are not all like you. charged to the muzzle with wit I” replied Lady Graham, rising to take leave. “Why do you not go to sleep till we grow more entertaining? But somebody, in his turn, seems very tired of your society now, for look how impatient dear Ditto is to escape!”

“Poor dog!” exclaimed Peter. “He never committed a fault in his life, but when he does, how piteously he looks in your face, as much as to say, ‘Lady Graham! I’m afraid you’re ashamed of me!’ ‘Dear Ditto !’ he is like bad luck—every where at once; but do not leave him behind here, poor fellow, or he might say, like the poet—

‘All that hate me only left,
And all thai loved me gone!'”