Evening star. [volume], March 19, 1916, Page 8, Image 54

About Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972

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What you did not learn
to earn, you can't defend.
It's harder to maintain a
position than to gain it.
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Nature is old-fashione(
to wait for the replenish
and fertilizers?to maki
substitutes.
She never intended to
Every essential elemer
knows where to find then
When we are hungry,
learned about most of ou
The difficulty of prese
imitation?that's how we
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Kittman wouldn't have
We didn't search Chii
turpentine was still chea
Folks grow long-heade
Chronic drought tortur
Talking machine recor
Indies and sent the marl
binder proved not only sv
Electricity was in our
mechanicalization of indu
Automobiles and airshi
we were too content with
pace with our requiremeni
Profusion and progres
to peg along with the sup
Where all utilities are i
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dent on outside nitrate soi
We'll soon have plenty
off, chemists will give the
Nothing is ever lost exc
Future engineers will i
with millet and date palm
And at the present pric<
in corner lots, at a penny
#of foundations.
We know now, what X
We can't be downed
We can always do it v
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By HERBERT KAUFr
1 and leisurely. Some of her ways
ment of her diminishing stocks, so i
s our own mixtures and arrangen
furnish more than a few samples a
it for the duplication of any disappi
n.
we experiment. Appetite has no
ir foodstuffs by running short of old
rving butter on campaign inspired
got oleomargarine.
hunted for his gasoline alternative,
la for wood oil and consider naph
p.
d when they become short-handed,
ed Egypt into the discovery of irrig
>/](* liTAWA /\?*1 /VIMnllvT MAM ?A7? (1% A 2k M / j
uo ytcic ui igniaiijr mauc mui siicti
ket so high that disks had to be pr<
iperior, but more accessible and less
minds since the eighteenth century
stry simply shrieked for a flexible a
ips aren't recent notions. Our grai
t existing locomotion to work them
\s and captive balloons failed to satisf
s are not partners. There's no ing
plies in the back-yard.
eady-made, the inventive faculty is
urces, she wouldn't have dreamed ai
of potash. Now, that agriculture 1
continent the fourth degree and le<
ept to lazy nations.
igain fill the Valley of the Euphr
is.
e of real-estate in the Great America
per, will leave your grandchildren 1
stands for?EXPERIMENT,
diile our intelligence is dauntless ai
rhen we have to.
|Lr:~ / Wfiim Q INS of romance and :
wZsf 1) sacks. Here's treasi
f\ ! with masric spells. J
f '/ fumed spices of Sarawak
/ .y <L!^UaU^^/ megs that had nodding ae<
t it- i , , Sea sailor men?or raided
v, think, think! ... .
111 these tins of shortening
'our thoughts don t mix ,.ora] aj0]_ a jeweled ana
1 ' yonder sack of coffee grev
insform them into zinc, your elotlies-line, as she hi
m into wood or brass tt j
't let the idea pass.
record of the notion; A 8K the 1)awn"walke
.? . . .. /?\ last mean bend.
nnds w.11 get in motion ^ H, th(J crooked
nplete what you ve be- (ooligh m,|e ^ dazz|cd
There is no joy hen
he way big things are a wjjj 0> jbe w
f' , . . phantoms who iiour from
iject it, don t reject it There is 110 age as ol
rest of us inspect it. llot bear
see where you are blind. These and these al
lan a different mind; Women-; their eyes have s
lind another view; Look upon them?1
i'f loll whitl VA11 non At. wltn nrmp wcpp hit-fls of rtfl
start to put one through. Jhis is Hell s outp<
out in brass or ink. , ,J.? back'
... stars and sunsets, crimson
wn in steel or zinc. jefI an(j empires sh
i try at something? with the sweet dews of on
INK! There's a potter's fli
Copyright, 1916, Herbort Kaufman's Weekly Page, by King Fei
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rs Do It
MAN
won't do for our days. We haven't time
t's up to us to devise our own stills, retorts
lents of raw materials and manufacture
ind expects us to puzzle out the formulas,
earing resource is at hand. Imagination
curiosity in the midst of profusion. We
ler ones.
Napoleon to look for a hardy, wholesome
if demand had not become a glutton,
itha, in paint and varnish making, while
at ion.
lac. One year, a blight struck the East
sduced with something else and the new
t rnetlv
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, but we let it lie there until the sudden
ind generally available form of power.
ndfothers willed the suggestion to us, but
out. Then, horse-breeding couldn't keep
y the new tacticians, so we finished the job.
tenuity in tropical countries?it's so easy
n't exercised. Were not Germany depenid
schemed it out of air and water.
threatens to be handicapped by the cutarn
where it's hiding,
ates and enverdure the ancient aridness
in Desert, a few thousand dollars expended
with incomes sufficient to endow a gross
nd daring.
t .
t the Grocery Store
shelves of adventure! Come, peep into the packages and
ire trove for imagination. The pungent aromas are laden
unks and proas are on the yellow seas, cargoed with perand
Indapur. Here are teas that knew the Yangtse and nutjuaintance
with a Java god. There's a wild tale of South
copra stores and black orgies in Melbourne mews?buried
* and those cakes of laundry soap were once coeoanuts on a
conda slithered her dread length across the plantation where
7. A Malay girl pushed aside the stalks of hemp that made
listened to the river for hpr love t.rvst
the Midnight Rainbow
r; slie knows every step of the Great White Way, clear to the
est path in the world, with so many twists and turns, that a
by the glare, ean't tell where it ends.
?, no happiness, no peace?all is mirage, illusion.
isp land?a painted swamp. Only the ghosts are real?the
out the silent by-streets when the lights go down.
d as theirs?no scorn, no blight of body or of heart, they do
one know all the windings of the road; they are the Wise
leen all mysteries.
the soiled and faded aftermath?the old, bedraggled hawks,
radise. . t
>st.
to where there's space- for dreams. Find skies that still hold
on pine-stabbed horizons. Where miles of God-s sweet prairagged
with mountains and play-grounds for winds drenched
inge groves and the perfume of balsam firs,
eld, not a pot of gold under the midnight rainbow.
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Disagreements are like
I y flint and steel, they strike
|JL the new sparks. Contrary
ant opinions flail the chaff out
of ide"
A War of Wits and Wills
WHEN railroads superseded stage coaches we
put engineers not whips in the locomotives.
The gas business was not developed by candlers.
Electrical engineering, rapid transit and sky
scrapers necessitated the creation of specialists.
New conditions demand men competent to deal
with them.
Forces have obtruded themselves upon the country,
for the handling of which numbers of our public
officers are outright misfits.
There are insistent problems facing America
which cannot be solved by insular or inexpert legislation.
The schooling and experience which qualified
many men at the last elections are now inadequate for
the responsibilities which neither we nor they anticipated.
The world was at peace. The extension of military
strength was not an issue. The tariff question
wore a different complexion. There were no closed
markets to our products or for our necessities. Immigration
was steadily increasing. Our factories
were busy producing standard merchandise. The
ships of all nations were at our disposal.
Our chief concerns were internal. Our attention
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was ceniereu upon currency reiorm, trust administration,
railroad regulation. Then suddenly Europe
ran amuck and upset every plan and calculation in the
universe.
For the first time, we were brought to realize the
many ways in which our fortunes are involved with
those of every civilized power. Now, we know that
the two hemispheres are Siamese twins, bound by a
stretch of ocean. It is Impossible to cut ourselves off
even if we wished it. We are learning tremendous
and momentous lessons?lessons which others are
teaching us at a ghastl.y price in lives and billions.
We will never think again as we thought, be as
we were. We cannot return to old ways because, in
the light of recent developments, they will not serve
the future. Our ideals are permanently altered; we
are not certain what we must do tomorrow, but we
are sure of many things it will be inexpedient to
repeat.
Reason does not rule the earth?twenty million
men in arms prove it. Logic can't debate with
lightning. The New Diplomacy is a 42-centimetre
-ill
snen.
Whether we become a martial republic or continue
in the paths of our fathers, we must prepare for
probabilities. ,
We have witnessed miracles of efficiency over
there for which we have no equivalent. The Brobdingnagian
war machine which today is making sausage
of civilization, will eventually be dismantled, reassembled
and devoted to the task of re-creation.
Their wits sharpened upon such necessity as we
have never met, these people, already habituated to
super-human endeavors, will soon begin to battle as
valiantly and unitedly to restore and replenish their
empires.
Grim and dogged communities will emerge retempered
from the ordeal of the crucible.
Thpv arp flPCiKinmprl tn pppnnmi'ot! too nrill vi^f *
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consider?to regulations we deem hateful. Consolidated
for generations to come, welded by a common
cause of grief and penury, they will labor without
clocks, without diversion, political ditferences, racial
hates or religious prejudices and divert to their occupations,
the ominous efficiency they are demonstrating
on the battlefield.
While they grow hard and sturdy under the Spartaning,
we keep increasing our scale of expenditure
and welcome new indulgences. We can as little oppose
their inevitable competition- with our present
careless, wasteful, costly methods, as we are equipped
to repel their battalions.
Before long, we'll be fighting for industrial survival
against armies of workers directed by statesmen,
scientists, engineers and academicians, merchants,
manufacturers, farmers and transportation experts.
Who will be making our plans then!
There is more than one form of national defense
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ana we can t roregoanv or tnem.
We may not draw the sword, but we are In for
war?a war of wits and wills.
Harbwt KaufiMiH
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