The day book. [volume], January 16, 1912, Image 15

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self with the society's insurance
department. He became an ar
dent society man.
He persuaded his friends to
join. He attended the meetings,
was elected to the managing com
mittee. In time Bill's purview widened.
The Snjudges of the world, the
middlemen, came within hs vis
ion and" he saw how they, pro
ducing nothing, improving noth
ing, had ior years been fattening
at the expense of the stupid
.Wat'tses. (
He realized that one reason
why he had been unable to live
" decently before he joined the so
ciety was that there was waste
and extravagance and corruption
in the distribution of the things
men t and wear and use.
The Wattses are better fed,
better clothed and better spirited
than in the old days. Bill has
money in the co-dperative bank.
Algernon Cecil Montgomery
Smudge, Esquire, still rides in au
tomobiles and smoke's fat cigars,
but he isn't rated as highly in
business circles as he once was,
and there is a little crow's foot of
worry between his eyes.
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CYNTHIA GREY TO WOOED
AND WOOERS
I am very much in love with a
man who doessnot return my love.
How can I win him? Living in
Hope.
A. The way to win love is to
be lovable. That's the best help
I can give you. But how can you
love a man who does not care for
ypu? .Why not read good books,
get interested in something else
more worth while, and thus in
time forget this man? "Mr.
Right" will come along some day,
and you'll be glad this man did
not return your "love."
What is a soul'kiss, and is there
more to it than one sees in pic
tures? Bright Eyes.
A. A "soul kiss' is just a slang
term for the kiss of true love.
There is nothing more to it than
that.
Is it proper for an engaged girl
to wear her ring to business?
Ignoramus.
A. Yes, if she wishes to do so.
It is more a question of senti
ment than of propriety.
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THE ECHO
Life is an echo
It sighs when you sigh,
It laughs with your laughter
Across a blue sky.
It wails with your sorrow,
It sings with your song,
It answers the joy
That you throw at the throng.
The word that you speak'
Is the word that you hear;
Be it golden and glad,
Be it woeful and drear.
O, fling out your soul
In glad strains of delight
And the echo shall stir
Holy dreams in the night.
No little boy ever sees a car
penter shingling without blessing
the man who invented shingle
roofs.
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