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OF THE The Lady and the Vulture Do Such Ladies and Vultures Exist in Real Life! Yes, They Do. And It Is a Pretty Gay Life—FOß THE VULTURES. Almost everything in life really worth while—we don’t call whiskey, prize fights and the other things that go with them worth while—men owe to woman. Woman, as some man said in an absent-minded, grateful moment—Goethe, we believe—is man’s protector in infancy, his happiness in maturity and his comfort in old age, or words to that effect. Certainly man owes ENOUGH and more to woman. When he is born, some woman, a trained nurse, washes out his foolish little eyes with nitrate of silver, so that he won’t be blind. And another woman, his mother, provides him with food. Women wrap up his foolish little body in clothes, socks, coat, shirt, little cap and diapers. Patiently they care for him month after month and year after year, and he lies and screeches and thinks only about himself. In childhood a woman, the mother, encourages the boy, wipes away his tears and wipes his nose when the weeping is over. Another woman, the school teacher, does her best to drive a little knowledge into his head. Another woman, when he is about sixteen or seventeen, listens patiently while he tells how wonderful he is—and finally marries him. And when he gets to be a middle-aged nuisance, some woman, still patient, listens to him, tells him that he looks young and that he is wonderful. And when he is old, feeble and helpless, some women take care of him, and, at last, some one of them closes his eyes, and actually, strange as it may seem, IS REALLY SORRY. And very nicely men repay all-this, don’t they? Business men exploit women, work them as hard as they can, get all out of them that they can and cast them aside. And other brutal men use women shamefully and shamelessly, cast ing them aside pitilessly when they are done with them. The hardest work, the longest work, the most badly paid work, the work that wears out nerves and muscles and eye sight—MEN GENEROUSLY HAND TO WOMEN. And in almost every case without exception they pay the woman, a woman like their mother, like the woman to whom they owe so much, JUST AS LITTLE AS WILL KEEP HER ALIVE AND KEEP HER WORKING. The men are the vultures and the women are the prey. Whatever can be done to make women helpless is done. One set of laws is made for them and another set for men. Nature herself has conspired against woman by making her devoted, unselfish and loyal. Facing the worst of treat ment, she still gives the most perfect devotion and affection. Men have struggled, fought, died and called themselves heroes in the effort to get for themselves the right to make the laws that govern them. And nine-tenths of them, stupid, selfish and blind, are ready to struggle to prevent WOMEN FROM GETTING THE RIGHT THAT THE MEN HAVE GOT. Our laws refuse to protect them. We have even had eminently “respectable judges” so vile and heartless as to declare UNCONSTITUTIONAL laws passed that would have protected women against the worst exploita tion and brutality of man. However, a change is coming and the sun of a better day is rising. The beginning of day can be seen. Woman will play her part in the world’s affairs. Men, in order to keep their power and keep their offices, are now com pelled to ask themselves, “What do the women want?” and they will be compelled to give the women what they want. And women, fortunately, want always that which is best for children, best for humanity and the world. • Civilization has not begun, and it will not begin, until the heart of humanity, the goodness of humanity, that is to say, WOMAN, shall play a full part in governing and planning for the race. Ancient Mule Blanchard, lowa "Jen nie,” believed to have been one of the "oldest mules In captivity,” is dead, and Blanchard has lost another celebrity. Jennie passed away at the hearty old age of forty-five after more than forty years of work. Jennie, with her mate Jack, came to Blanchard forty years ago and worked steadily for her owner, J. J. Bean, until a few years ago, when Jack died. For many years they drew the town hearse. Both mules were credited with almost human reasoning powers. When Jennie was sent to town Without a driver she sometimes threw a shoe. On such occasions Instead of going to the hitching post, as was her wont, she would go to the blacksmith shop and hold up her foot to be shod. In flytime she would go to the grocery store and whinnn.v until sprayed with fly killer. She had two pet tricks, one of tempting dogs close enough to kick them to smithereens and the other of runnifig away at times when she felt heavy work was due. i Once-Overs (Copyright, 1923, by International Feature Service, Inc.) YOUR STRIVING HAS BEEN WORTH WHILE r ALTHOUGH GOAL WAS MISSED Perhaps you have striven for years for something which you have a great desire to possess, and you are still without it. You feel your efforts have been wasted, hut are they really wasted? You have learned much you would not have known other wise. Some of the training you had to give yourself to be capable of the efforts you have made are worth much more to you whether you attain the ultimate object or not. Possibly, while failing to get what you started to accom plish, you may have gotten something much better. It takes a very broad and understanding glance down the winding path of life to be able to analyze with an unbiased mind, especially when it is your own good which is in the balance against your desire. Stiff disciplining it has been, and many a time you were at the point of giving up—you feel that way today; but do you dare give up, having gone so far? To go as far as time, circumstances and pocketbook will permit with your desires is pleasing yourself, isn’t it? To sacrifice for a great something" in the end is worth while, so do not give up—keep going to the last ditch. Acquit Landlord COLUMBIA CITY, Ind.—Thom as Willoughby, a landlord, has been exonerated from blame In Connection with the death of John Boring, his tenant, who dropped dead while Willoughby was talking to him. Willoughby did not strike Boring or announce an Increase of rent, according to Dr. Alice B. Williams, county cor oner, who investigated. Boring had been suffering from heart trouble, and had been warned to refrain from violent emotions. Electric Power INDIANAPOLIS.— It would re quire 21,000,000 horses working ten hours a day, 300 working days a year, to furnish the equiv alent of the power produced in 1922 by the electric light and power industry of the country, according to the Indiana com mittee on public utility informa tion. 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Correction should not respect what is past, so much as what is to come. Error alone needs artificial sup port; truth can stand by Itself. A good law without execution is like an unperformed promise. The most delightful pleasures cloy without variety. Politeness is benevolence In small things. Power can achieve more by gentle means than by violence. Neither praise nor dispraise any before you know them. Everyone that repeats It, adds something to the scandal. He laughs at scars who never felt a wound. A promise is the offspring of the intention, and should be nurtured by recollection. Misfortunes when they come are ever found more light than expectation dreaded. Nothing Is more unpleasant than an old man, heavy with years, who has no other evidence of having lived long except his age. He that has fields he does not weed. He that has books he does not read, He that has ears but does not heed Os common sense has grievous need. Rather possess a freehold though but a cottage than live in a palace belonging to another. (Copyright, 1923, Newspaper Feature Service, Inc.) Wealthy Beggar ROME. —Fire in the home of an aged woman beggar in Mantua revealed to police and firemen sliver and bank notes totaling 13,000 lire and 175 kilo grams of copper and nickel valued at 2,000 lire. There also was a savings bank book showing many substantial deposits. HENRY A TREASURE TROVE OF HUMOR FROM HIS NEWLY DISCOVERED NEWSPAPER WRITINGS A SLIGHT MISTAKE. (Copyright, 1923, by the Houiton Post. Published by arrangement with the Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.) AN ordinary looking man wearing a last season’s negligee shirt stepped into the business office and unrolled a strip of manu script some three feet long. “I wanted to see you about this little thing I wanted to put in the paper. There are fifteen verses besides the other reading matter. The verses are on spring. My handwriting is a trifle illegible and I may have to read it over to you. This is the way it runs: ‘SPRING. 'The air is full of gentle zephyrs, Grass is growing green; Winter now has surely left us; Spring has come, I ween. Z 'When the sun has set, the vapors Rise from out the meadows low; When the stars are lit like tapers Then the night winds chilly blow.’*’ “Take that stuff up to the editorial department,” said the busi ness manager shortly. “I have been up there already,” said the ordinary looking man, “and they sent me down here. This will fill about a column. I want to talk with you about the price. The last verse runs this way: 'Then it is that weakening langours Thicken in our veins the blood, And we must ward off these dangers Ere we find our names are ‘Mud’! ’ "The reading matter that follows is, as you see, typewritten, and easily read. Now, I ’’ "D —n it," said the business manager, "don’t you come in here reading your old spring poems to me. I’ve been bored already today with a lot of ink and paper drummers. Why don’t you go to work instead of fooling away your time on rot like that?” "I didn’t mean to bother you,” said the other man, rolling up his manuscript. "Is there another paper in the city?” "Yes, there’s a few. Have you got a family?” "Yes, sir.” "Then why in thunder don’t you get into some decent business, instead of going around writing confounded trash and reading it to busy people? Ain’t you got any manhood about you?” “Excuse me for troubling you,” said the ordinary looking man as he walked toward the door. “I tell you how it is. I cleared over SBO,OOO last year on these little things I write. I am placing my spring and summer ads for the sarsaparilla firm of which I am a member. I had decided to place about SI,OOO in advertising in this town. I will see the other papers you spoke ofi, Good morn ing!” The business manager Tias since become so cautious that all the amateur poets in the city now read their verses to him, and he listens without a murmur. Empty Vows COLUMBUS, Ohio.—Fear that thousands of couples perjure themselves when they take the marriage vows was voiced by the Rev. W. H. Gysan, local clergyman, sermonizing on "June Brides and Bridegrooms ’’ "Every girl should have train ing In cookology, bakeology, wash o ogy, ironology, sewology, darn -21?^ y :u RW l Ppology an<l dustology,” said the Rev. Dr. Gy Ban . your Prospective mate stead gS u ttre g01n « wrong ln- k ,hey nR. n 1 look for a pvfect mate. There la none on earth.” SAP AND SALT To one woman the dancing of another woman is atreclous. Noman should fool with a dangerous thing like love until he knows the limits of his ca pacity. Lift the fallen, of course, but don’t lift so hard they will not do any lifting themselves. Hes Heck says: “Second thought ginerally means cold feet.” (Copyright, I*ll, by Premier Syndicate, NO NATIONAL DEBT IN TONGA FAR off In the South Pacific lies a group of islands known as the Tonga, or Friendly Islands. There all is peace and har mony. The traveler is struck by the prosperity and general air of well-being which pervades these islands that live up to their name. Although they are under the protection of Great Britain—and accept her help in the matter of postoffices and official matters of state—the subjects of this little country are absolutely loyal to their native queen. And what a queen she is! Her name is Queen Saloti and her royal bearing is the heritage of a line of royal ancestors who have beep queens and kings for as many centuries as the proudest monarchs of Europe. Queen Saloti has been com pared to a classic goddess in bronze. For she is almost heroic in her proportions, measuring well over six feet, yet walking with a native grace which many of her Western sisters cannot imi tate. Occasionally Queen Saloti dons European dress. At the time of her wedding the finest, white satin dress that could be fash ioned in Sydney, Australia, adorned her magnificent figure. This progressive queen has seen to it that her little kingdom ean boast of well-made roads and that no special tax Is required for their maintenance. For taxation in the Friendly Islands is of a very unusual char acter, as every man starts paying taxes early in his youth. This is the way it Is arranged. On reaching the age of sixteeen the government gives each boy eight acres of land. On this land the boy is by law obliged to plant cocoanuts, from which he derives a very comfortable income and on which he must, until his death, pay taxes. As a result of the even scale of taxation, the citizens prospeer and the country prospers. In fact, prosperity is so general on this group of islands that their hand some queen can declare that her country enjoys a unique distinc tion—that of being the only coun try in the world free from a ni tional debt. A Case of Pop Bridgeport, Ohio. — Nick Pop did not live up to his name, according to police officers. They raided Nick s place and found something stronger than pop. Eight barrels of mash were seized. Because Pop has been arrested three times he will be prosecuted under the new law which provides a penitentlaiy se ,P’ tence for persons convicted the third time of violating the dry laws, „ WASHINGTON, D. C, JULY 9, 1923. Garrett P. Serviss Pictures the World of Trees in Its Verdant Summer Aspect By Garrett P. Serviss. THE world of the trees was < late this year in assuming its summer aspect, and where I live, in northern New Jersey, the long-watched-for change came with a rush. In less than a week all the bare limbs and branches were swiftly hidden in wonderful masses of foliage, and the green upper story of the old house of humanity, from which our remote ancestors descended to inhabit the -ground floor, and to learn to use their legs instead of their arms for locomotion, once more began calling to that prehistoric instinct which makes every healthy boy in the country a tree-climber —in wish if not in action. For me the fascination of thick, wide-spreading, lofty tree-tops, in the midst of which the great boughs can be glimpsed like road ways leading up to an aerial world, suspended between earth and sky, is one of the contem plative delights of summer life. If that proves my descent from an ape like predecessor, of eocene or miocene times, I am -not dis turbed. Tempora mutantur nos et mutanmur in Ulis. (Let's not allow Latin to drop clean out of sight, even if it does send us- to our dictionaries). But memory it self has its traditions and this desire to mount up into the um brageous tree-world, in imagina tion if not in person, may come in along a lingering nerve-track left by primitive habits. Even when considered simply as a roof, guarding us from the glare and heat of the sun, and a good protection against light showers, a forest or park of trees doubles the homelikeness of the earth. A single large spreading tree may have that effect. We don’t want to face the blue dome, the clouds, the sunblaze and the stars, all the time. We have an Inborn love of shelter which may be another memory tradition of primeval arboreal life. We shrink from lying bare to the sky. We like dimly lighted vistas, and are charged by things half seen. Only those who live in the country the year round can fully experience the deep satisfaction that the return of the foliage af fords. This feeling is perhaps more than compensation for the deprivation of winter, when the earth seems to be driving through the cold, tempestuous ocean of space under bare poles. In suburban places there Is an increasing tendency to preserve old trees and to plant new ones Lucy Lowell Champions Men of Today as Worthier of Respect Than Women SHE has written about this and that—big events and mag nificent happenings and small things that seemed great because of the skill of her pen. She has told the story of the human heart in a manner to bring tears or smiles, under standingly and gently, yet with clear, beautiful logic. And now, finally, she has ex pressed her own personal opinion upon the subject of men—not as human beings, but as a sex. This is what she said: “Judging from my own experi ence, I find the man of today fickle, thin-skinned, self-indulgent, conceited, weak, afraid to face responsibility!” What an arraignment! What a slashing, utterly ruthless opin ion to hold of all the meh a woman has known in the course of her lifetime!” I am thinking over the man of today as I know him. wondering if I may agree with her even in part. And I can’t. It doesn’t seem to me that our manner of living—the almost uni versal struggle to make good and the terrific competition, pro duces thin skins. I don’t know a masculine pei-son, from the six year-old son of a friend to the competent manager of a great in dustry whose sensibilities lie so near the surface that a pin-prick is likely to plunge him into gloom or grouch. I do know a man of today— several of him in fact—who is both self-indulgent and conceited. But in his most extreme moments of self-indulgence he merely touches the edge of the same quality as I recognize it In the woman of today—many and YACHT TO PRECEDE BRITISH FLIGHT AROUND WORLD 600-Ton Ship Will Prepare Landing Station—Venture Based on Commercial Aspirations. LONDON. —In St. Katherine's dock, near London Bridge, lies the Frontiersman, a 600-ton steam yacht, fitted up as a "parent” ship for laying supply dumps, buoys and cables, and preparing landing grounds for the coming new attempt to fly around the world. The Frontiersman has a crew of thirty-two. All are experts at their particular jobs on the ship, and in the work they will be called upon to perform In chart ing a passage across the North Pacific ocean for the return home of the machine In which Capt. G. H. Mallns and Capt. H. Mac- Millan, colleagues of Major Blake In last year’s adventure, will at tempt the flight. Apart from navigation the sea expedition will be In charge of Capt. Roger Pocock, founder of the League of Frontiersmen, un der whose auspices the flight has been organized. The objects of the Frontiers men’s cruise are, first, to survey a route for laying depots across the Northern Pacific, m readiness around homes. Already grown trees of good varieties add ly to the value of even the small est country home. There is no better way to double the market price of your place than by car ing for its trees, and, if possible, increasing their number. Trees are mostly of slow growth, but in planting them you are not work ing solely for posterity by any means. There Is a great pleasure in watching the yearly growth of a young tree, and protecting it from its enemies. Last fall, while walking through the woods I pulled up a tiny oak, with a stem not half as thick as a lead pencil, but bearing won derful leaves for its size. I got all the little roots uninjured, and planted the baby tree on a lawn back of my house. During the snowt of the tast_ half of the winter I anxiously watched the little one, which had, In imitation of Its great ances tors stripped itself of all leaves in preparation for the battle with storms and frost. It was reduced to nothing more than a slender stem, only eight or ten inches in height, invisible from a little dis tance. When the snow deepened it was buried out of sight with A hard crust over it like a roof. I feared that I should never see it again. But as the snow melted away a black speck appeared on the white surface at the place where the little tree had stood. As the snow roof sank this be came a little upright line, and at last, with the snow gone, there was the tiny oak standing straight, but black and branch less. Was it alive? I had to wait several weeks before I could answer that question. Then, to my intense delight, a minute bud appeared at the top of'the stem, which was not thicker at that point than a knitting needle. That bud, anxiously watched, grew rapidly and from it* sprang a leaf, and then came more leaves, and by the end of May the little tree was a foot tall and adorned with seven leaves as long as my finger, arranged like a starry crown. I know that many years must elapse before it can grow as high as my shoulder, and that I shall never sit in its shade, but what of that—it has in its veins the blood of the mighty race of the oaft and soma day will be a king of trees like the huge brother to whose wide spreading branches it now looks up smiling. By Lucy Lowell. many more of her than of the man! And his conceit works more than one way. If it causes him to fancy himself somewhat, it also drives him toward pride of achievement as well as pride of a rather high standard of conduct. And his family and friends bene fit thereby. The truth is that they rather lose the idea that what they appreciate him for ac tually springs from conceit! The man of today is weak sometimes. So is the woman of today. In this they are to be pitied and helped. Weakness of character more often than not fs the psychological evidence of weakness of physique. Few are responsible for it, though it some times may be overcome. Today’s man—‘how many thousands of him were there in all?—climbed into khaki and set sail for France, and did it with very little urging from anybody. Was he afraid to face responsi bility? Are the hundreds and hundreds of young men who eagerly hurry to office or shop or factory each morning, and as eagerly hurry home at night to their wives and families, showing any fear of re sponsibility, Shame for that charge, Madame Writer! As to his fickleness—this man of today—l don’t know. Perhaps he is fickle. But this is an hour of progress and change. The old world itself is fickle, for it must change as life changes. Per haps this generation of man is carried along with the continual mutation, since he is the one bringing it about. But why hold that against him? (Copyright. 1923, King Features Syndicate, Inc.) for the flight, and. second, to ac company the flight as far as pos sible back over the treacherous region. Lord Locke, who presided at a luncheon, said the enterprise was a venture by British sportsmen, designed to continue the British traditions of exploration and dis covery. Captain Malins explained that arrangements for the flight were secret, as other countries were going to compete; that if Captain MacMillan and he were successful they would find the best airway around the world for commerce. They wanted to sur vey for the commercial point of view, he said, and get the best landing places, the shortest routes and the best times of the year for flight. They also hoped to find the best winds, heights of fogs, etc, “To help us pay the heavy costs,” said Captain Mallns. “the ship will carry a number of sam ples of goods from British firms. At each port of call we shall dis play these and charge a commis sion on all orders we book.” Captain Mallns still declines to state the date on which the flight will begin, or the nature of the amphibious machine which is beng built for the trip.