Goodwin's weekly : a thinking paper for thinking people. [volume], June 14, 1913, Page 2, Image 2

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2 GOODWINS WEEKLY
Hj &- a a- weight championship bf the world and an unknown.
H v 5 rpne unknown clouted the claimant over the heart
HL . x . rt and broke it. Or did he break McCarty's neck?
B; sl Well, no matter.
Hi f 3 1'he dispatches which brought that intelligence,
Hp ,, added, Incidentally, that the magistrate had or-
U; dered tho mounted police to have every one con-
nected with the prize fight except McCarty, of
T course in jail by nine o'clock. And that seems to
H' us to be the feature of the whole story. It was
H buried at the bottom of the account of disorder at
H the prize ring.
R In the speed with which the machinery of Justice
M turns in Canada, it is hoped that all of the peace
B officers who had passes to the prize fight will not
H escape the ominous order of the magistrate to be
H in Jail by nine o'clock. It is difficult to distinguish
H between the relationship of a promoter to a prize
H; fight and that of a p?ace officer who accepts a pass
H to witness a bout that is contrary to the law which
H he is supposed to administer.
H A young fellow never a loafer
H Was told by his foreman to go for
m The thing that was cheapest
H In the minds of a Salt Lake county jury
of 1913,
K And he picked on the life of a chauffeur.
H Accent on first syllabic.
H TIIHKK IS XO "CJSAHK FIRING."
M It is a funny world. There is struggle and dlf-
H flculty and wounds undeserved from the beginning
H to the end of life. There is no escaping the con-
B stant conflict. No matter how hopeless is the
H effort, you must make it again. No matter how
M transient is the result of every battle won, you
M must be ready at an instant's warning to leap to
H arms and fight it all over again. You simply can
H not make anthing secure.
B Maybe that is because life is not static. Life is
H fluid, and moves constantly, and no human action
H n write fini on any situation. Of course, this
H is the desired condition. Also, it is the condition
H that Ood evidently Intended when he created the
H world. Our lives move forward, as do those of all
H about us. And only the dead he still.
Hf You may win the battle today, but you must be
H ready to fight it ull over again tomorrow. You
Hj may win to a point desired today, but you must be
H prepared to defend it from new attack, from dlf-
H ferent quarter tomorrow and in all succeeding
H time.
H The old hymn comes back more as reminder
jH than encouragement:
IH Sure I must fight if I would win.
H Increase my courage. Lord.
B I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
H Supported by thy word.
H And it is not permitted to ask if all this worry
H is worth while. Whether or not it is worth while,
H it has to be done, for there is no order to cease
HH firing upon you. You can not escape. You can
HH - ot evade responsibility. You cannot avert un-
H just criticism. You must go forward. You must
H win battles for very self defense. For if you are
Hj not winning victories from the forces about you,
H they certainly will be winning victories against
H Take courage. Forget your wounds. Believe in
H your strength. Go forward. It is the only way.
B Progressive government makes us all bathe
jB in a common pool but insists that we dry our-
H selves wxth separate towels.
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IH TUB SPKLTiING MATCH IS COMING BACK.
H There is no better news from Washington, even
HB in the days of tariff debate, than the published
EH statement that lawmakers and newspaper men at
HB the national capital were pitted Kgalnst each
other In an old-fashioned spelling match. They
used to be called "spelling bees."
. It was interesting to watch the result of that
encounter. Some of the ablest men of the nation,
measured by their achievements, aco notably poor
spellers. They never conned McGuffoy's various
text books. They never had to too a crack In tho
school house floor and go to tho foot of tho class
if they missed, or to tho head of tho class if they
spelled correctly a "lesson" of some thirty words.
It is a loss that they didn't have that experience.
Any action which will excite an interest in. good
spelling will be of value to the people of the
nation. It is a deplorable fact that not one high
school graduate in ten can spell correctly. That
may sound like a broad statement; but if it be not
true, then the newspaper ofifces of the country
have been favored with the letters and contribu
tions of the bad spellers. Those who know how
hide that excellent light under a bushel of reticence.
The Ogden baseball club will win
When home runs are counted a sin.
But harken, my Honey
Good players cost money,
For all winners win with the tin.
A BETTER BANKING LAW.
Whatever may be the final result of the con
gressional activities in regard to the tariff, it is to
be hoped President Wilson may not be disappoint
ed in his plan for banking reform at this session
of congress.
In a recent address before the New Haven Cham
ber of Commerce, W. C. Cornwell points out In
these words a peril that might confront this
nation:
Europe has been guided under steadily Impend
ing crisis since the beginning of the Balkan war
last October, by its Great Central Banks, and not
withstanding the hoarding of hunderds of millions
of gold, has lioen skilfully piloted to safety. Such
a situation, if it had pre.illed here, would long
ago have wrecked our weak agglomeration of
widely scattered, independent banks, each in time
of trouble scrambling to preserve its own small
fragment of reserve.
And it mnj be added: "We are confronting tho
enactment of a new tariff law, which in its changes
may affect some industries. Yet reduction of the
tariff is a political necessity and the administra
tion ha 8 no other course but to accomplish it.
But I believe President Wilson is positive and
will insist that there is one sure way to offset what
ever bad effects may follow, and that is through
the splendid reviving influence upon the whole
business of the United States, which the enactment
of a sound banking bill will have."
GET BUSY.
It ain't the talkin' in this world
That gits a man ahead,
It ain't the figgerin' on plans
To do things, in his head,
It ain't the dreaniin' 'bout great stunts,
That's bound good luck to bring,
It ain't the kickin' that wins out
It's doin' that's the thing.
The man that hustles ev'ry day
Ain't goii-.' to lose out,
The one that gits right down an' digs
Will win, beyond a doubt,
The lazy man ain't got a chance
Big prizes home to bring,
Don't talk ; don't dream ; don't lay around !
Git busy that's the thing.
What the churches need is a combination
in restraint of 'ncompetent preachers.
WHERE ARE THE MOBS OF
YESTERYEAR?
By THE MONTANA KID.
Stinger and gonoph and petermau,
' Dip and yegg that prig and prey,
Flip the thimble as 'fast as you can,
But still in the end it doesn't pay; i
Stick up a boob or strong-arm a jay,
Snatch a hanger or shove the queer,
And square the bulls for your getaway m'h
But where are the mobs of yesteryear? SjK
There's cush in the keck for a little span, 6fl
Fagin or booster may have his day,
Shine with ice like a new tin pan.
But still in the end it doesn't pay; '
Lagged by the clicks of Fate are they,
Whether they lammister far or near
The lamps of Justice are bum, you say?
But where are the mobs of yesteryear?
Xo sU lay snitch or rap your plan,
Yoii a .ty never be setled in stir to stay;
You may never ride in the hurry-up van
But still in the end it doesn't pay.
The leyel lay is the only lay,
Take it from me as a friendly steer
The life of the grafter is easy ami gay
But where are the mobs of yesteryear?
Fxvor.
The gonoph may gag till his hair is gray,
But still in the end it doesnt pay
When he's young and flush the crook may
sneer
But where are the mobs of yesteryear?
i
Note The foregoing is probably the virtuous
reflection s nd conscience-stricken admission of a
man who has been on the inside of yesteryear's
mobs. Should readers be unfamiliar with the ver- i
nacular the Montana Kid will undoubtedly furnish
a glossary or dictionary if they apply by letter. Wo
have not his address.
A DREAM OF SUMMER.
i My John W. Wood, in the Los Angeles Graphic.)
O, golden dreams, when memory idly turns
To long past scenes, to thoughts of tender
days,
To glimpse of verdant woods, of dipping ferns
Where rippling stream sings amorous round e- ,
lays; ,- .
I dream of meadows where the night dews J
gleam,
Where lilting thrushes mock the wild lark's
cry;
Of tasseled corn whose silken banners stream
Like elfin braids, athwart the azure sky; 1
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Of orchards where the apple blossoms blow,
Where droning bees sip stores of nectar
sweet ;
Where amber days in benedictions flow,
And tangled clover trips the wandering feet ;
Of woodland deeps, where on long summer "'
days '
Come vagrant boys, their vagrant joys to
glean ;
Tb swirling pool where lonesome pickerel
plays,
The cozy nook o'er which the willows lean.
O, happy trick ! that blots too eager years
And spans them o'er with fond alluring s
dreams, ' f
One magic touch and lo! Time disappears,
And we forget wnat Is, for that vhich Seems.
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