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EDITORIAL PAGE
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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WISE MEN
LOVE levels all Inequalities.
Simple truth was ever wis
dom.
Much knowledge of things
divine escapes us through want
of faith.
Some falls are means the hap
pier to rise. •
Faith is the substance of
things hoped for—the evidence of
things not seen.
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.