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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 05, 1914, NOON EDITION, Image 7

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arc suffering through no, fault of their
own. How much will you do?"
"How much will you do?" How
like the letter with the purple
splashes, wherein the girl told the
very young boy that her parents were
forcing her to marry a wealthy man
and would he please be generous and
release her from her engagement,
even though she knew it would break
his heart.
How much will you do? I know
what you would do if distress came
to your attention. No matter how
small your salary might be nor how
many demands might be made upon
it, you would sacrifice yourself and
your loved ones to respond to such an
appeal for assistance?
Then, why is it that, considering all
the wealth represented 'by the men
who are directors of the United Char
ities, including the many millions of
Julius Rosenwald, someone does not
reach into that almost limitless fund
for the sum that would never be miss
ed and yet would relieve the distress
that seems to weigh heavily upon the
TJ. C?
Why don't some of the high-salaried
officers of the U. C. who are
financially well able to do so, give a
portion of their time gratis that the
expenses of organized charity may be
reduced and the relief fund in
creased? I am afraid they appeal to you for
the same reason that the girl appeal
ed to the boy. They wqnt to keep
what they have and the generosity
must come from others.
For both letters have the purple
splashes and they were not made
with tears.
NO QUIZ FOR GOV. FERRIS!
Lansing; Mich., Feb. 5. Gov. Fer
ris, in reply to a letter from Edward
T. Taylor of Colorado, asking him to
either attend the investigation in the
coppCr country or have Att'y Gen.
Fellows attend, stated that he could
not afford to go himself nor could he
afford to send the attorney general.
hari Myrof
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7 7N?.
A small friend invited me to his
home for dinner, old chap. The wife
met us in tears and declared that the
cook must be discharged forthwith.
Her diminutive husband strode into
the kitchen to perform the duty, but
I heard the domestic retort thusly:
"It takes somebody with more beef
on his derricks than the likes of you
to give me the rude rause, you little
wimp. Why didn't the lady Of the
house tie the baking powder vase on ,
me herself instead of chasing in her
little tongue-tied squad-man? Beat .
it, Orville! Beat it before l drape a .
dishpan over you conk and bend in ,
your slats with a stove lid!"
My word ! t
o o
'"What were her reasons for refus- ,
ing you?"" Well, it sounded like an es- j
say on eu&euicb, gwicalog aud j
finance I"

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