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Hi V 1 I If 2 . GOODWIN'S WEEKLY H ' 070. GOODWIN .... Editor H J. T. GOODWIN .... Manager H L. S. GILLHAM .... .Business Manager HI PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. HI SUBSCRIPTION PRICE OF GOODWIN'S WEEKLY Bi Including postage in the United States, Canada Bl - and Mexico, $2.50 per year; $1.G0 for six months H) Subscriptions to all foreign countries within the Bjf Postal Union, $4.00 per year. B ' Single copies, 5 cents. B Payment should bo made by Check, Money Bj Order or Registered Lot tor, payable to Gootlvrla'N H Weekly. Bl Address all communications to Goodwin's Weekly B Entered at the Postofflce at Salt Lake City, B Utah, U. S. A., as second-class matter. B P. O. Boxes, 1274 and 1772. M Telephones: Bell, 301; Ind., 302. B 915-916 Boston Block, Salt Lake City, Utah. Bi , . . Hi 1 passes away; wait until 1912 comes around and M tho Republican party, distracted with internal B contentions, needs a standard-bearer; and some- H thing will be doing. Will not the Kaiser have to B take a hand in order to secure the peace of B Europe? Will not the colonel again, "against B his will," "be forced" to rush to the rescue? B A H Pop Corn and Morals A GREAT moral lesson comes from Missouri. It seems that the raising of pop corn is most profitable. A bushel of it is worth a dollar B oa the farm; there is no competition to be feared, B for the demand for it is insatiable. It is no more B difficult to raise this than any other corn, and yet B farmers light shy of it. The reason is that pop B corn has all the natural characteristics of the fl genuine polygamist. It is proud to mate with B any other corn in the vicinity, and the result is Bj that the progeny is not good pop corn and then Bj the excellence is all taken from the white or Bi yellow corn which accepts an alliance with it. V It is a case of marrying down on the part of the V honest field corn. It is like a pure and healthy H American girl marrying a degenerate foreign H count. The genuine pop corn over the stove H when a party is on is in full evidence; it makes H more noise than anybody and emerges from the B roast white and beautiful, but there is not a vast H amount of substance to it after all, and does not H suffice for a regular diet, and any other corn that Hj mixes with it, instead of improving it, do what Hl it can, is degraded by the unnatural association, H. and the progeny is neither good field corn nor H good pop corn. It is a case where the sins of the H father are inflicted upon the off-spring even to H the third and fourth generation. H Moral Avoid buying pop corn for farming H purposes. It will vitiate the whole crop. m The Miner A RNOLD BENNETT in the London Chronicle tries to describe the English coal miners. H Ho says there are two millions of them, and H that people at large know nothing of them. Con- H tinuing he says: H Even artists have remained unstirred by the H provocative mystery of this subterranean race, B which perspires with a pick, not only beneath our H cellars, but far beneath the caves of the sea itself. H A working miner, Joseph Skipsey, had to write H the one verse about this race which has had vigor H; enough to struggle into the anthologies. The only Hi novel handling in the grand manner of this tre- H mendous and bizarre theme is Emile Zola's "Ger- H , mlnal." And, though it is a fine novel, though H it is honest and really impressive, there are shal- H lows in the mighty stream of its narrative, and its H climax is marred by a false sentimentality, which H is none the iess sentimentality for being sensual. H Did you ever see the lives or the swift deaths H' of the mysterious people treated descriptively? i You may be wa king in the appalling outskirts H miles from town halls and free libraries, but H miles also from flowers, and you may see a whole H procession of these silent men, encrusted with H carbon and perspiration, a perfect pilgrimage of H ' them, winding its way over a down where the --it H sparse grass is -sooty and the trees withered. And then you feel that you yourself are the exotic stranger in those regions. But the procession ab solutely ignores you. You might not exist. It goes on, absorbed, ruthless and sinister. Your feeling is that if you got in its path it would tramp right over you. And it passes out of sight. Of the mining villages little is known. And herein Is probably a reason why the mysterious people remain so mysterious. They live physically separated. A large proportion of them never mingle with the general mass. They are not suf ficiently seen of surface men to maintain curios ity concerning them. Only at elections do they seem to Impinge in powerful silence on the desti nies of the nation. I have visited some of these villages. I have walked over the moors to them with local preach ers, and heard them challenge God. I have talked to doctors and magistrates about them, and ac quired the certainty, vague and yet vivid, that in religion, love, work, and debauch they are equally violent and splendid. It needs no insight to per ceive that they live nearer even than sailors to that central tract of emotion where life and death meet. But I have never sympathetically got near them, and I don't think I ever shall. Those are the hereditary English coal miners, those who, generation after generation follow the same calling. It is natural that they should be a race by themselves. Their lives are utterly different from the lives of all men around them. They live in the darkness or in the glare of ar tificial lights. Sometimes when they listen they hear the murmur of the deep sea above them. They live every moment in the expectation of possible accidents. Every week some of their companions are taken from them by death. Is it strange that they grow to economize even their speech? Is it strange that they grow to feel that they have nothing in common with the people who live in the light with the pure outer air blowing upon them? But that they think, is clear from what the writer says of their interest in the elections. We have miners in the west. The ranks of tho old time miners are being invaded somewhat by new races, but they still maintain their old time independence, their old-time estimation of their own rights, their old-time determination to maintain them. And there is an education in their work which the ordinary man knows nothing of. The schools teach that the greatest gift which a mortal can have in an Intellectual way is the power of concentration. To grasp a theme and bend every faculty to Its elucidation; to measure and weigh it and in the crucible of thought to as say it, to ascertain its exact component parts and their value, that is the highest distinction between the man and the dumb animal. Well, what surroundings can a man have to more fully develop that faculty than to have his daily occu pation in the depths; his senses always on the alert against possible accident; separated abso lutely from the world; in close contact every hour with riotous, tremendous forces; conscious that his work is one of the strong factors that guides the world's commerce and establishes national power and prestige; what wonder that his mind grows there in the darkness! That is, we mean if he is naturally a thinker. If all his thoughts are on his daily stipend and what deviltry he will engage in when "off shift," of course, to such a man the description does not apply. But to a man of high soul; who has dreams of sometime being a power in himself among men, what bet ter place to learn to concentrate his mind upon a subject than down among the gnomes, and where everlasting darkness broods the nether world as a mother bird does her young? Not Much That is New THERE is not much that is new in an intellec tual way among our scholars and statesmen. We read stirring speeches in half a dozen (states, nearly every morning, in the dispatches; we read modern books and are often delighted with them; but when we come to analyze the speeches and books we are very apt to find that ' all in them that is new is their application to mo dern affairs. When Secretary Root went down to Rio three years ago and delivered that mem- orable speech before the congress of states there assembled; when he pointed out that we had no li designs upon any state no matter how weak; that what we desired was a closer and more friendly walk with them, closer and more friendly social and business relations, we all rejoiced that our - country had such a representative and champion in that hall. But turning over some pages to find a quotation, we ran upon a speech delivered by Daniel Webster, in the House of Representa- tives, eighty-four years ago. It was just after President Monroe had proclaimed the Monroe doctrine, and some of the Latin states had called , a conference and had sent an invitation to the United States to send delegates to take part in it. This was opposed by such members of con gress as did not approve of the stand taken by the then President, and the ground urged was that it would be a violation of our policy of neu trality. "Webster obtained the floor and it is good now to recall his words as follows: "What do we mean by our neutral policy? Not I suppose, a blind and stupid indifference to whatever is passing around us; not a total disre--gard to approaching events, or approaching evils, till they meet us full in the face. Nor do we intend by our neutral policy, that we intend never to assert our rights by force. No, sir. We mean by our policy of neutrality, that the great ob jects of national pursuit with us are connected w'th peace. We covet no provinces; we desire no conquests; we entertain no ambitious projects of aggrandizements by war." Do not those last lines read like Secretary Root's speech? But continuing, Webster .said:. "But it does not follow from this that -we rely less than other nations on our own power to vin dicate our own rights. We know that the last logic of kings is also our last logic; that our own interests must be defended and maintained by our own arm; and that peace or war may not always be of our own choosing." There were, evidently, some men in the old days that not only had "policies," but knew how to make them clear by their words. But speaking of the power of expressing I thoughts in language in this same speech we find ' a sentence which is about the most felicitous In the language. Speaking of the President's dec laration In 1823, he said. "Not only as a member of the house, but as a citizen of the country, I have an anxious desire that this part of our public record should stand in its proper light. The country has, in my judg ment, a very high honor connected with that oc curence, which we may maintain, or which we may sacrifice. I LOOK UPON IT AS A PART OF ITS TREASURES OF REPUTATION; and for once I intend to guard it." Was anything finer than those few words ever spoken? Surely there were giants in those days. Voices With The Pictures i WE are suspicious when we read of some new miracle that Mr. Edison Is about to spring upon, the public. We do not doubt his honesty, but he is the most sanguine of men and when one of his ideas begins to take form, he assumes that tho rest will be easy, and hastens to inform the public to look out for something I great that is close at hand. He sometimes falls, but we hope his last promise will be fulfilled. It is said that he has perfected devices for rep resenting in moving pictures an entire play, so that a person may purchase it and, on stormy nights, instead of taking the trouble to dress and I i