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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 17, 1914, LAST EDITION, Image 15

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the utter foolishness of raising
daughters With" no sense of respon
sibility. Most of the girls of the middle-well-to-do
class expend all their wits
in wheedling money for this or that
out of father, brother or husband.
The stores tempt them and they
buy on credit, trusting to luck to be
able to pay. Is it any wonder that
when such a girl is thrown on her
own responsibility she is often not
strong enough to resist and that she
.takes the easiest way?
I'm going to have a long talk with
Mollie, and as soon as I feel well
enough acquainted with Dick's father
I am going to ask him to give Mollie
a settled income.
Anyway, I have made a good friend
of Mollie and I am very happy over
it, for she is going to be a great com
.fort to me when Dick's away.
(Te Be Continued Monday.)
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By Berton Braley.
(Being the Creed of the True
My body is the temple of my soul
And therefore I shall keep it clean
and fair,
. Joying in "sunshine and the sweet
keen air
And all the sports which keep it hale
and whole.
My strength and vigor never, shall
pay toll .
To drugs or drink "whichever
spread a snare.
Yet shall I always, leap to do or
. dare
In service of mankind in any role.
My body is the house wherein I live
A goodly house and worthy of my
. care,
Each bone and sinew, every cell
and nerve, .
If such an, edifice God chose to give
It is not mine to ruin or tear,
But only for man's destiny to
At a public reception, old chap, I
was pleased to survey a dazzling dis
play of uniforms. Not being aware
that the blooming Yankees were ad
dicted' to-this sort of thing, you know,
I inquired of a. stranger who the dis
tinguished chap in the moat brilliant
uniform might be: And thusly he ex
plained: "That nolby duck with the row
boat kelly and the gold lamp-shades '
on his shoulders is the boss of a fleet .
of U. S. battlewagons. He's heavy
weight champion scrapper on the.
briny. Any time he climbs up on the
winddeck" of his little old steel dread-
nix, the band plays, the sailors do a
hornpipe rag, the crazy quilts wig- t
wag, the big drink foams add the 13- i
inch hie jacet bassoons swing i
around", ready to blow the bed out of
the ocean. Come-on and the smash- 1
'em-all fiind."
My word! '

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