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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 08, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 31',
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1 Nw&djj tRWaetbry vhere- he imakesTn&liohV- Uponrriiliions-f or him
seTfjadaysh than $8 a week.-
t TheAvbrfdcan getJ along; very well Without that kind of philan
thropists aridif'all the" Julius1 RoSenwalds p&id decent wages we
. could lget along without charity andaims-g!vin"gpluranthropy.
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THE BUM AND THEPHIfcANTHROPIST ' -
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- , An Editorial Fable by;Berton Braley; ;
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'Before, the heavenly gate they stood, and. bne was portly and
. smug and "good;" -the ojiherivas scarred by air evil life, warped by
destiny ,T marred by strife. A crookecl, unlovely, soul was he. St.
Peter said,' "Brother, who might you be?' -
The warped one answeVed him, "Bill the BUm," wot lived his
life in1 a rotten slum; I"f ought an! gambled an' stole an' swore,
'cause I thought that's all! was livin' for. I wasn't-no good, I know; "
but, say T played 'the game I was taught to play. Idone the way
I 'was learriedto do", so dat's mespiel-r-an' it's up 'to you!"
St.N Peter juggled his golden key nd said tothe; other, "Who
might YOU be?" The smug soul lifted his head in pride. "I'm a
public character," he cried: "I'm Jonas Gouger, Philanthropist
I'm found at the head of, every list of. givers to tender charity, and ,
heaven's the proper place fqr me." '-J
St. Peter nodded his august head, "I'll add to that tale a bit,"
he said. "You're, one of the men who ran a mill where children
tolled through the weary day.' YoU're one of the aort who used to
kill. the children's jby and their chance to play. Oh, y5u KNEW
better, but-old was good,' though wrung from boyhood and
maindenhbod;;you took it gladly for all its shame, knowing EX
ACTLY whence it came. ' ' -'
"Now, Bill don't rank with the seraphim, yet I'd take a sort of
chance on him; but what excuse has a man like YOU? Bill learned
rib-better, but you yoriNKNEW! So 'T'IIrtry Bill out for' ra little
Ipellfbut you, shtug faker, can go toHelll"
, ' 0 0-! ,
'They were seated in the dim
light of a conservatory; ShVwas
playing -with her fan, and he-was
murmuring: soft speeches ; in her
ear. Suddenly hcleane'd forward
arid impressed a kiss on her:spft'
c'Heek. -"Oh, Charlie,' she cried,'
'H0JV70U frightened mel" Then,
.after a few minutes, she skid:
-Frighten me again, Charlie."
Mrs., Citjjired Is my husband
improving,, in golf?' Caddie
Well? I should say so.. When he
started fie used .to say, "Oh,,
iudge !" when he missed. v'NoW'he
can cuss like a man.