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Crime and Comunism F Oonumanism, Bolshevism and the like are a Religion, they are a Religion of Property. And whatever the crimes of Capi taisim may be it has never com mitted the crime of calling itself Salvation. It has always had at heart the grace to import its preachers. Communism, in all its varied forms, assumes that mau's chief motive is to get money, goods and chattels. Hence it is invariably materialistie, and usually hostile to religion. It hates talk about the Soul. It wants bread and tircuses and looks upon the argungents of altruism as hypocrisy. It is natural that such a movement should flower in crime. For most crimes are actuated by precisely the feeling that is the motive power of Communism, the desire to get an ether man's goods away from him by some other means than giving him their equivalent in value, and the envy V that man because -he has and we have not. This is illustrated in a train rob bing that took place this summer in France. The bandits entered one compart ment, woke up the sleepers and de manded their valuables. One of the passengers was a brave young lieu tenant who, instead of tamely obey ing. threw himself at one of the rob bers and grabbed him. The miscreant cut the lieutenant's wrist artery with.a knife, and as the officer loosed the grip of his wound ed hand the other robber shot him point blank in the. breast, killing him instantly. Whereupon, after this gallant deed, this act of heroism in the war against the bourgeois and the capi talistic class, the bandit departed with the pronunclaments: "So much the worse for you! You pay for the rottenness of so iety!" One charming incident of the out rage was that the robbers awakened a Socialist member of the legisla ture with a blow of his pistol butt. The deputy sat up. ' "You are miserable cowards," he cried. 'Dirty bourgeois! Give up your money," came the answer. "I tried to protest,"' related the deputy. "I a bourgeois! I who had always defended the poor!" But it did him no good. He was placed with the others. 'There is little doubt that this, and many other crimes, flow natural ly from that soured gospel of envy which covers its wolf face of hate with the lamb's clothing of uni persal brotherhood. Justice, fraternity, 'equal oppor tunity and brotherhood are pure and lofty peaks in the horison of hu ujbanity. The appeal that we should struggle toward them is one which emoves all hearts. But the way to them is not by vio lence and hate and tyrannical or ganization. 'The only way is by the broad highway of love, of patience, of edu es ction, of the sure if 'slow process , of evolution. Whatever may be the Good Time Coming, It will have to grow out of the Bad1 Time Going. Te millennium is in the lap of destiny. But each of us may know this much, that the surest wiy to bring it about is to be decent, fair, Shonest and humane, each in his smuali corner. Two Very Bad Traits T HE prohibition laws have brought into bold relief two features of our national char acter which have developed within a generation. One is the absence of rspect for the law itself and the other is the almost slvish subserviency with which law officees are regarded. Men who do not hesitate to break the law and who have no feeling of respect for any law will yet tamely submit to any order, legal or illegal, given by a police officer or a con stable or a petty magistrate. The only limit* set upon the ex ereise of official power are set by whatever good sew each officer himself has, while about the only detetrnat effect the law has is the fear of the lawbreaker that he may be caught in the act. Now, both of these 'are bad traits and wholly unbecoming to free men. We should everyone obey the law of the land, not because we think the law is good, but because it 18 the law and the expression of the majority *ill. And we should everyone be as ready to oppose illegal aggression upon our personal rights and liber ties under the law when offered by police officers or any other public servants as when offered by men not in uniform or in office. Foreigners are amazed at the docility and abject subservience of our people to the insignia of office or the uniform of the police. We are almost, if not entirely, as docile and subservient to "authorities" as the German people used to be to the military caste. Not one citizen in a hundred has the manliness to stand up for his rights when a policeman gives him an illegalorder or attempts an il legal arrest or an illegal entrance. On the other hand, the majority of Americans break the road laws, the liquor laws or any other laws that interfere .with their pleasures or desires and make a joke of the performance-when they are not 'caught. A citizenship whichl has no re spect for the laws and which has not the courage to withstand its own servants when they play the petty tyrant is not the kind of citisenship which bought our liber ties with blood, and valor in the be ginning and maintained them for so many generations afterward. 'Contempt for the laws of the land and cowardly fear of badges and buttone make up a mighty poor sort of Airricanism. Beiated Tactie. .BRITISH shipping firm, But Aterfield & Swire, wanted a 4 strip of land on the water front in Amoy, for use as a wharf. The Chinese owners refused to sell, whereupon the British govern ment calmly seized it. Time was when such tactics were considered quite the proper thing in the Far East. If a white natior wanted something from a yellow nation and the yellow nation didn' t want to part with it, the *hite nation took it and the matter was at an end. That day has passed. Though powerless as yet to tesent foreign imposition, by artned force, the Chi nese have recently learned to use a strong economic weapon-the boy nott. With this they nearly ruinedl Japan. They are employing it with growing effect upon the Britishi throughout the southern provihies, Britain's "sphere of influence" In the deal which was to give the north of China to Japaa. 11 Ph p* E. T L Jame -a'ue Le, th.aintoetm o w, d t e n ho ng, o vi0 / O f I op 4 - 7 t fad m otertheigft Da nProy t cracko paansohsn trees le the gus~t. he-U t thetd poan ofsn ago f "rckpe.n yof s rancal." faid the host. "Why didn't you crack more nuts than that?"* '"I Jost couldn't. Mare Tom." sald Bern. "My jawt gt too tired." congressman Martin . the the ne onhair man of the A vptien Commitee of the Heue of hiatves, holds that the sure rtd to uO his orin, studying your Job. Neo began work r water boy at a stone quarry jt out oChicago at the age of tn.rc bTing cents I day. He went to work at 7 in the morngtr andeworked until 6 in heevening. He walke three mile ech way. Th re was no time for dMY School for Madden. Bui hnt et to nht school and got some books that applied to teproblems of his quarry. B3y the time he was sixteen he WAS Ito dra nemf. e studied th engineing . about him. At Agreen was uin . Adent the planth Hue otfl Rstudiedeshld ta the sureeofqaryn.I tee himgan wyras wonger toy betsa an qarnr, ahr Gas noeo wet ant owrkbem at anh berstuhedan worked until6 and books evein..Mad wade three Thle suet rwad. tor wueeno ien fg toy School forcdesfnf. mtono h Abt h. 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Mr. B, Baer AUMBCA F~ GREEK and Turk launch ed fraternal little war. Just to keep In practice tor next pesos eengresdi. Now Russians are plunging in up to their whiskers Just to make massacres more cosmopolitan. RUggANg .r. a.seting their old Turkish play mates to loss. cast their marbles In with Greeks. This will automatically nominate Are bians, Hungarians, Hindo and other possible Un=i Crate. Irrance, England, fpain and other drinking kingdoms will Stab soP bowl with' their spooni. That's how war starta.a When military chowder to simmeing weety, tey'l pin t upadst tdw atto ee in Novembetr. arme pand attged. Unoe sas gorn touhave cor ugtod timr tryingto jut touake assacrest mof STOPP to lo se ouh casto th abfryint drwans Hgarian. hn Surpaii sa re otheldrnkin kIngdeha will ctabpagUP bohly'it teking sons. Thatish batsow wa sarto hnw coil tarychger ian cy. eu n't seeay. mrel Jpkipand uga aet it on ineu B00 as tap ha'r bowin war iends. SONR tan stylish, iU pee ongn to gve a otesherery it may iber. centuroyh from ow Btiwe armi't ant tegdt clegh lam ith going t anito gtin neede arng o oot WuaEr has01 orewn ofr nr jon Whest irinia drwt da laaoutf W:15in *mror' weehtre. scra ou en tlc ofe a htle. at it ascM al ur kw. hings.w tol esthgge fa y.udon't et anmporeo IP~4? wehaves ithdn'tr Eire n Ltheirb parotdc. giGT hon riesle . '4.** .4 E -;r //E W# Ye -rOWNE GOfSIP - BY I. C. B Dowr K. C. B.-I am employed by a jewelry house. I am ambitious to succeed. I have 4eene asm enter one of out OVt ee eessfl salestaen.U I do as he does, but I have thooen the wrong oetion? I sep pose it Is foolsh to &Ak YeO but you are my friend., 1L. C. B. I that wIth yoa every dY, and ay wife saye you are a very ws man. Perhaps you can say somen ta will help. JERRY a. MY DEAR Jerry. AND CL.EAN YOUR WIFE is *~r t * * wrong. THIS OTHER man. rFR I'M really not WHO YOU wis.. . . .e AN IF *tapas JUST BE yourself. *p * *fl AND THIS very THAT raly am day. in. * ** -SAY UK O IT 13 wisdom born. yearse f.. . . FRO TE kow- IM ERR H e9 N HA ae do'4. gelWRSwih. AN LSTOlE, e e e Cerr. HEarK DOE.' koIa. *miydb * *eer *esulaemu*n AI doasedeTAt. wo rnkC.NEVERt it yEEu eaey day *u ywis y*ucr fartheryis mAND IPwerp you.ci a soeth*n * a wi'D TAelE, thJol. teR.H OR Ihis e*WO HEitt w*ng * n tTHI .T4 man wh'D AKEthAtONo.lt me 9 . JUAND NE yoselfha. AND I'D workawith * * * thm AN THIS vou. TAIral thamutyo PoesrEn ISisdmbr..er~I "Wg Ihave. al hheetl he' stre It' ANb noewisor is0fsm id ' ' so 'vr nwither oad l.t IFer I'eitate e 'f eit, Ic ke, ve AN SE aemther-in's beR T meN tothr | Red Tape and Stupidity [ R MID tape is the refuge of lasines, stupidity And elflb ness. By it a man ceases to be a bwann being and becomes a cog, a wheel, a tnt, a wire in some awhine. Thus, his soul shrivels in peace. Two stories recently cireulated illustrate fed tape at its reddest and tapest. One is a group of college boys who climbed to the top of Washington Monument. The elevator was not running, 6o. they walked up. 11r. Qladstone said that it was fitting that the highest shaft In the world should commemorate the towering char heter of Washington, but a boy can hardly appreciate that when he has .to toil up some ten thousand steps, more or less. One of these boys, pretty tired when he resehed the top. 565 feet up, leaned against a window, and his hit fell off and clattered down the elevator shaft He sought the guard, who told him he would have to go to the office, at the bottom, to get into the shaft. So he descended the million or so steps. Arrived at the bottom, he was informed that he could get permission to enter the shaft only %y applying to another official who was at the top. He climbed back tin million step#. He got his permission and then wont down again the billion stepo. He got his hat. The other story is of an Irish woman who was returning from Ireland and wanted' to bring a bit of the old sod to her brother who lived in Texas. She had a little basket filled with choice plants from the Emerald AIle. Rbe tended them carefully in the ship and they were growing beautifully when she reached New York. Here, however, the able cusfoms inspectors seized the treasure and informed the lady that the Uni'ted State, Department of Agrieulture had recently, made a rulin' that. no plants could be imported for fear of bringing in dangerous fungi. The lady, who was sixty years old, wept. The officialsi were inexorable. 'The basket of greens was sent back to Ireland. And the country was saved. All of which, perhaps, may shed light upon the general pleased relief and appreciation which greeted the forcible remarks of General Hell-and-Maria Dawes on a certain occasion when a legihlative committeo was inquiring into the waste of the war. The Dead Heart S AINTE-BEUVE is one of the greatest names in Frenchi letters. He was a famous critic, a profound philosopber and a writer who possessed both vision and graes of expression. To a friend he wrote this letter: "7 October, 1845. "Your letter touched me deeply-but I find myself wordless before ypur praise and singularly indifferent. I have passed to the state of pure critical intelligenee, and with saddened eye have looked upon the death of my heart. I judge myself, and I remain calm, cold, without emotion. I am dead, and I gase upon myself as dead, and it moves and troubles me in no way. Whence this strange estate? Alas! there are lessons profound and deep-rooted. The point is, it is what the world eommonly calls the heart that is dead in me. My inteleet shines above this cemetery like a dead moon. .. "SAINTE-BEUVE. There are degrees of Death. As this letter shows, Death is not merely the tragic act of the separation of the soul from the body. Death is present throughout life. It is one of life's constant phenomena. When the husban'd returns home and finds the letter fromi his wife annouieing that she has betrayed and left him, what is tha't queer taste in his mouth? It is the savor of Death. When the wife is abandoned, her life rudely robbed of the one thing she lived for, that freesing numbness that grips her is Death. When the mother sees her child going headlong to ruin, hand knows no possible way to stop him, that is Death she fiels, that Presence that makes sleep but a shuddering col lapse and every morning hateful., Disgrace is flavored with Death. Failure is tinged withI it. Self-pity and self-contempt contain its essence. Has anything omne into your life to salt all its sweets, embitter its smilse, make boresome what once interested you. echo as a mocking malice to every voie of hope-has that happened to you which makes the spirit cry in the morn int', "Would God it were evening!" and at evening, "Would God it gers morning!' '-that is Death; for often., long before it stops the heart and breathes its ethe red breath upon the consciousness, long before the merciful last stroke. it sprinkles its ashes upon the lip, spots memory w'ith its leprous marks, spills its nauseating drops into the cup of love and makes a harsh discord of the song of am bition with its raucous laughter. Death would not be so bad were it to come at its set time nd have it over; but G3od save us from these hateful preludes!I And, above all, whatever happens, God keep our Heart alive until the last! For better th vacuity of a dead mnind than the cold cnscioness of a dead heatt.