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The San Francisco Call and Post
F. W. KELLOGG, President and Publisher
JOHN D. SPRECKELS, Vice President and Treasurer
Walking on the Mountain Tops
Across the Continent
Would You Like That Sensation? Read a Good History of
the Literature of a Great People
The great thinkers and writers of a nation are the intellectual
He who reads a book that reviews earnestly and capably the
men that have expressed and created thought through centuries
is like one walking on the mountain tops, stepping from peak to
peak, and at each step seeing new wonders of the world spread out
A reader has asked us to name the best history of French
literature. In complying we render a service to many readers who
will buy the book or read it in the libraries.
There is only ONE good history of French literature written
in English. It is the work of Annie Lemp Konta, published by
Appletons in New York city—and we advise you to get it and
To read a history of French literatures —and Mrs. Konta's is by
far the best—is to follow the development of human thought and
literary expression, from the childhood of men to the day in which
we live, a slightly older childhood.
The book that we recommend earnestly will inspire young
men with a desire to DO something and to BE something on their
From the childish beginning of literature you review the
gradual development of the mind of a great people, its philoso
phers, poets, naturalists, statesmen, down to the rather thin literary
pickings of the present day.
An intelligent man should know the history of thought and of
literature in France, for that French thought has been the mother
of thought throughout the world for the last ten centuries.
The love of freedom expressed by Thomas Jefferson when he
wrote the declaration of independence was THE RESULT OF
HIS READING FRENCH AUTHORS.
Our cutting adrift from England was the result of the work
of French encyclopedists in the eighteenth century, just as much
as the French revoluton was the result of the teachings of those
In his magnificent "Philosophical Dictionary," when he comes
to the word "statesmen," Voltaire says that he does not write for
the statesmen of today, but for the young men who will be the
statesmen of tomorrow. And he wrote truly. For in his magnifi
cent old age, adored by the land of his birth, feared by those that
he had fought, he went back to Paris to see accomplished the
teachings of his youth.
Diana of Poitiers was 40 years old, and the King, Henry 11,
only 18. But he fell desperately in love with her, AND STAYED
DESPERATELY IN LOVE WITH HER until he died—al
though she was then 60. Some ladies between 40 and 60 would
probably like to know how that happened.
This same lady, the only intimate friend of a king thus hon
ored, had medals struck in her honor. One of them showed her
trampling Cupid, the god of love, under foot.
The words upon it were "Omnium victorem vici." (I have
conquered the conqueror of all.) There was probably some exag
geration about that, for no woman EVER conquers her emotions,
but Diana was a wonderful woman.
Walking through his famous valley, Sindbad stumbled over
diamonds at every step. The real valley of wonders and precious
things is a history of literature, every page studded with thought
and the power of personality.
If you read Mrs. Konta's "History of French Literature,"
which we recommend, and, in consequence, decide to read in full
Voltaire's "History of Charles the Twelfth," or his "Zadig," or one
or two volumes of his "Philosophical Dictionary," you will bless
this day for increasing your mental wealth.
To read carefully a history of thought and writing in France
is to KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT THE WORLD AND
WHY IT HAS GROWN.
In reading such a book you make hundreds of new friends
that you will never lose. And these are some of them:
Montesquieu, who could describe a nation in three words:
"When I am in France I make friends with every one; in England
with none. In Italy I pay compliments to everybody; in Germany
I drink with everybody."
You meet La Rochefoucauld, who could put a whole sermon
in ten words; Descartes, Pascal, and Corneille, all living at the
same time, like three great mountain tops, yet each absolutely
different from the two others.
You meet the king of fighters and of cynics, the leader in the
battle for humanity, VOLTAIRE.
And Fenelon, and Bossuet, and Bourdaloue, the three great
preachers; Richelieu, who made laws, read men and knew enough
to say, reading the first effort of De Retz, 18 years old and a nat
ural born radical, "There is a dangerous mind."
You meet the big and the little men; the giants, like Corneille;
dwarfs, like the miserable little poet, who succeeded and refused
to recognize his own father because he was a laborer; moral mon
strosities, like Rousseau, vile in character, vain, heartless and irre
sponsible, yet one who, perhaps, did more for France than any
other, except Voltaire.
Napoleon gave Rousseau credit for bringing about the revo
In her admirable history of the literature of a great people
Mrs. Konta takes her readers from the beginning to the end, from
the forgotten minstrels who sang the early songs of France to the
"forty immortals," who sit in the French academy today and who
will be FORGOTTEN SOON.
This book is A REAL HISTORY.
The work of preparing it has been done studiously, conscien
tiously, ably, in a dignified manner and with admirable judgment.
Not to know the information which it offers, not to know
the men and women whose lives and work it describes, is to be
Therefore, we recommend the reading of the book. And the
reading of other books in which THIS book will interest you.
If you can not afford to buy the Konta "History of French
Literature," ask for it at the public library, and read it, and tell
your friends to read it. Buy it, keep it, and lend it, if you can
afford a good book.
What Makes a Good Manager
What is the test of the really successful manager? Can he take
the man who seems to invite dismissal by almost every act and
make of him a serviceable and profitable workman?
If so, he is worthy of his job. If not, he won't do.
There are managers who can do this; and there are others
who can not swing quite the hardest cases into line, but do fairly
well with the average workers. And this forms a regular scale of
Any department head or foreman will tell you that the cost of
breaking in a new man eats into his profit-earning capacity for a
long while; and that is why every change means good money lost
to the firm.
With this in mind, it is easy to see that the best manager is the
one who keeps his men the longest—and increases their efficiency.
THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL AND POST
1914—"HEY, YOU FELLOWS, CLEAR THE TRACK"
But isn't Gunboat Smith a rather light hope?
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The billposters' trust is to dissolve. The trust has been "pasted" by
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The standard apple box is to be fixed by congress. The one we prefer
is fixed by an apple packer.
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Twenty-four hydroplanes have been purchased by Russia. The
nihilists have not yet invested, as aerial bomb dropping is not yet perfected.
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The bridesmaid at an Illinois wedding was 101 years old. It is to be
hoped that she caught the bridal bouquet, which predicts an early marriage.
* * *
A woman shot her husband because he insisted on coming home.
And probably the next wife he gets will shoot him if he stays away.
There is no general rule about such things.
MHliner is a corruption of "Mllaner"
from Milan, which city at one time
gave the fashion to Europe in all
matters of taste in woman's head
A mine, now said to be exceedingly
rich, was sold by its native African
owner for a pair of trousers and a
Human hair takes the fifth place In
China's list of exports, during the year
over $60,000 worth of hair having
fhe Call "A Good Paper"
(Prom the Evening Pajaronian, Watsonville.)
We have watched the course of the San Francisco Call, since It was
turned Into «n evening; paper, with Increasing- Interest. It Is more than mak
lng good on the promises made In its first Issue. If Is bright, snappy and
thoroughly up to date—withal, It Is clean, a paper that can be taken Into a
family. Its editorials are timely and trenchant; Its dispatches full and from
all parts of the world, and Its sporting pare Is. to our thinking, the heat pub
lished in the metropolis. At its present pace The Call ta rapidly increas
ing- l-# sphere of Influence, which la *Ja> more than right, for It la a splendid
WHICH WON WITH YOU?
been distributed to countries all over
A church organ has recently been
made In Belgium which is composed
entirely of paper, the pipes being rolls
of cardboard. The sound is sweet
Buttons were first manufactured in
Birmingham in 1659.
The population of London increases
by 70,000 annually.
A New Jersey fire was put out by cider. What a happy ejectment!
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Rev. Anna Shaw has refused to pay the income tax. Well, it's some
satisfaction just to be qualified to refuse to pay.
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An actress says Bernard Shaw is a perfect dear. Now G. B. S.
has heard a remark he won't try to contradict
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A girl was arrested for wearing a sailor's uniform. So there is such
a thing as carrying this "middy blouse" fashion too far.
* * *
The "Book of Job" has been dramatized. We hope the audience
will not have to exemplify the well known patience of the forbearing hero.
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Admission into moving picture houses in Arkansas is paid in eggs.
There's many a Hamlet on the ties now who wishes that the audience had
been relieved of its eggs before it came in.
♦*T»WAS a little old last year's ball gown,
I With a train that was slightly torn
And its chiffon a trifle damaged
By the strenuous life it had borne.
And a mandarin coat that went with it
And slippers of silvery sheen
That, hidden away in the closet.
Are really not fit to be seen.
Do I long for the lighted ballroom
With its tender between-time walks?
Or the care of a blase partner
Who is bored and who never talks?
Or the roses the morning after
The heat of the night before,
That float forlorn in the bathtub
In a state one must really deplore?
'Twas a little old last year's ball gown
Quite carefully put out of sight,
And the slippers that, worn out and heelless,
I threw away last Monday night.
Do I long to be dancing the tango,
Or pine for the barcarolle's note?
Ah, no; but I must purchase something
To go with that mandarin coat.
DECEMBER 26, 1913
The Life Hereafter—There
Is No Death: Other
Lives, Other Realms
Await — One of the
Greatest Teachers of
This Was Emanuel
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
(Copyright, 1813. Star Cora pan j)
IT seemcth such a little way to
Across to that strange
country, the Beyond;
And yet not strange, for it has
grown to be
The home of those of whom I
am so fond;
They make it seem familiar,
and most dear,
As journeying friends bring
distant countries near.
So close it lies that when my
sight is clear
I seem to see the gleaming of
I know I feel those who hare
gone from here
Come near enough to even
touch my hand.
I often think but for our veiled
We would find Heaven right
round about us lies.
I can not make it seem a day
When from this dear earth
I shall journey out
To that still dearer country of
And join the lost ones so
long dreamed about.
I love this world, yet I shall
love to go
And meet the friends who wait
for me, I know.
I never stand above the bier
The seal of death set on
some well loved face
But that I think—One more to
When I shall cross the inter
Between this land and that one
One more to make the strange
Beyond seem fair.
And so to me there is no sting
And so the grave has lost its
It is but crossing, with sus
And white, set face, a little
strip of sea.
To find the loved ones on the
More beautiful, more precious
A MAN who says .he is a
great student and that has
studied all the religions
urges me to be "sensible" and
discontinue writing or talking
about "God" or "Heaven" or
He says all these things are
superstitions, which people of
Intellect must abandon, or re
sign all claim to intellectuality.
This man is, of course, an
egotist of the rankest order. He
is so blinded by his self-conceit
that he can not see Truth.
He is like an individual who
sits holding his own photograph
close to his eyes and says,
"There i 3 no universe, no sun
or skies; there is only this card
on which I see my face."
The perfectly balanced human
being forms a complete triangle.
Physically strong, mentally
strong, spiritually strong; the
three natures are in perfect har
We find few such beings, and
consequently the world is filled
with those who are in some re
spects dwarfed or deformed.
There is the robust athlete,
whose prowess lies in the phys
ical realm. He had not devel
oped his brain or spirit.
There is the hysterical spir
itual being, who thinks only of
the world beyond and neglects
his mind and his body.
There is the intellectual giant,
who has a stunted body and no
spirituality, or who has two
6ides of the triangle developed,
body and mind, and only a
blank space where the spiritual
line should be.
No one of these individuals
is living the life God [wants
man to live. Each one must be
sent back to earth in many in
carnations until he learns to
make the perfect triangle of
himself, and then, being com
plete, he can pass on to other
work, in other Mansions, in
My correspondent may be a
strong man physically and men
tally, but he is dwarfed and
stunted spiritually; and because
he is so, he thinks there is no
spiritual truth in the universe;
as the man born blind might
think there was no light of sun
or moon or star.
Fortunately there are hun
dreds of brilliant minds ready to
give their testimony to the con
tradiction of this man's state
ments that earth and human
life are accidents, and that
chance rules all things, ami
that there is no life beyond this
life, and no realm beyond earth.
One of the greatest men who
ever lived on earth, a great sci
entist, a great humanitarian, a
great scholar, was Swedkirihorg.
And this man gave up> position
and power and place among the
ambitious people of earth: to> de
vote his mature years- to teflnrgr
the world the marvellous facts
he had learned about ffWrm*
within Realms and Life beyond
When he was dying at the
advanced age of 83 he was of
fered all the solaces- of orthrrdox
religion if he would say- that he
had not heard these voices or
seen these visions. "But I did
see and did hear,* he replied,
And those were almost Ms last
Swedenborg's ©prmbris art
politics or science left no
marked impression on the wcrrldlt
very few people even know that
he was renowned in those day*.
But Swedenborg's great relt
gious philosophy is the ctiiuforT
and the strength of thansamih
of intellectual and useful hrrmatt
There is an old Hindu phras*
which reads thns:
He who knows not, an<
knows not that he know*
not, he is a fool; shun him.
He who knows not, and
knows that he knows not|
he is simple; teach him.
He who knows, and knows
not that he knows, he if
asleep; wake him.
He who knows, and knows"
that he knows, he ri
wise; follow him.
Swedenborg was the latter.
He was the perfect triangle
Great in all ways. There are
thousands of other human br
ings living, and thousands who
have lived, strong of intellect,
clear of mind, who have giveri
to the world their testimony of
absolute knowledge of the ex
istence of invisible worlds about
as, just as travelers on our earth
report different conditions and
different scenes in northern and
southern and Arctic and equa
torial locations. So the various
seers observe various conditions
in the spiritual worlds. There
is just as much variety in these
realms as in our own, and each
seer sees according to his own
powers of sight and according to
his own mental and spiritual de
The architect, on earth, who is
absorbed wholly in buildings,
takes a walk with an artist who
cares only for nature, and one
returns unable to tell anything
about the plants, trees, flowers
or scenery, but everything about
the style of houses he has seen;
while the artist has not even
noticed a house, but is filled
with facts concerning the land
scape, the streams, the trees, the
Precisely so with the man
who has the open eye in spiritual
realms. I know a quiet, indus
trious business man, respected
by his fellows, loved by his asso
ciates, who seeks neither glory
nor riches, and who is ever ready
to serve his friends or his ene
mies with good deeds. This man
has the open eye and he is privi
leged in being able to see the
invisible realms and the invisible
helpers who move about among
us. Naturally possessed of the
clear seeing eye, he has devel
oped the power of the *%rftiate JT
by high thinking and Irving and
preparation. There are a few
such on earth, and to meet and
talk with them is to gain a great
Without a faith in other states
of existence this life at its