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THE M CALL F. W. KELLOGG, President and Publisher JOHN D. SPRECKELS, Vice President and Treasurer Introduction of Business Into U.S. Land Deals Secretary Lane Proposes That the Government Undertake More Reclamation Work and Extend Credit to Reclaimers Secretary of the Interior Lane has a plan whereby the United States government will improve its business in land. By the expenditure of $100,000,000 over a period of ten years the government would benefit thousands of settlers by making available for farming land which is now worthless, owing to its arid, semiarid or swampy condition. The secretary recommends the investment. When the United States was first developed, when the west was first won, there were whole states that needed no more prep aration for crops than to have the soil turned by a plow. Kansas, lowa, Nebraska, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, California, Ore gon, Washington, from the Mississippi to the Pacific, nature had laid off the land and intersected it with rivers, awaiting the coming of the husbandman. Now the ripe and ready land supply has become exhausted. But there are hundreds of thousands of areas of land that can be made as productive if water is brought to them or water is taken away. The secretary of the interior wants the United States gov ernment to supply or subtract the water, as the case may be, so that the fertility of the soil may be multiplied. It is a problem as simple as arithmetic. The United States government advances a certain sum of money to perform a definite bit cf work: for instance, the con struction of a dam to store storm waters for irrigation purposes. The water is ditched to the tract of land to be cultivated and the land is divided into farms. Settlers take up the land, paying a pro rata of the cost of the irrigation. The irrigation is the costly part of the work—bare arid land that may be worth 50 cents an acre will be assessed $75 or $100 an acre for its water. It is the water that gives the land value. In time the land fully reimburses the government. It has been demonstrated that in large projects the govern ment can handle the business better than private corporations, and Secretary Lane wishes to have the government undertake the greater part of the gigantic task of reclaiming the arid lands of the United States. Furthermore, the secretary, with his customary common sense, wants congress to extend time for the payment by farmers of in stallments on their land. "Ten years, the time fixed by existing laws, is too short a time for the farmer to get on his feet," says the secretary. "As a business proposition the time should be extended." No one can object to the United States government conduct ing its dealings with settlers on a business basis. A bank has been known to give an extension of credit to a customer when such an extension would be mutually beneficial. The United States shouldn't let a bank outdo it in credit kindliness. England Will Be Dominated by Women, Lord Northcliffe Was the "Domination" of Queen Victoria Such a Sad Thing? Lord Northcliffe, in a deep barytone, sings, "Englishmen never, never w-i-1-1 be slaves." He is giving an interview which says: "Woman Suffrage Doomed in Britain—Men of England Will Never Consent to Be Dominated by Women —99 Out of 100 Opposed." This shows how the wise can b*e misled and a brilliant English man lost in his own fog long after the sun has risen. The best thing that has happened to England in many cen turies was the "domination" of gentle, well meaning, VERY PROPER Queen Victoria. While she sat on the throne men in office had to ask them selves: "What does that moral, kind hearted old lady think?" And England's rulers under her were admirable. With women voting, Northcliffe and others in power will have to ask themselves: "What do FOUR MILLION moral women think and what do they WANT?" Individually, Northcliffe is as good, moral and upright as a primrose by the river's brim. But his nation needs the influence of VOTING WOMEN—and is going to get it. Living near Mrs. Pankhurst, Northcliffe should have learned about women from her, and learned that all through the world's history women have got what they were DETERMINED to get. What Lord Northcliffe says of women today, other noble lords said not long ago of plebeian men. "Gentlemen will never be dominated by vulgarians of the lower classes"—when it was suggested that all MEN be permitted to vote regardless of their wealth. Yet the gentlemen ARE dominated by the mass, and a good thing even for the "gentlemen." Women will vote, your journalistic lordship, and RULE, and their influence will be as good a thing for the nation as it is for the household. Government is no longer a matter of muscle and brutality, but of morals and conscience, and it needs the moral and con scientious side of the human race. Lo, the Poor Indian, Who Has Humbled Poor New York The Sad Tale of How the Proudest City in the Land Is Sub dued by the Sleepiest Village Of course Philadelphia is a dead town. Any New Yorker will tell you that. Every vaudeville artist playing the circuit slips in a line about a Philadelphia fire engine being run down and badly damaged by a New York ice wagon. The people of New York are the alert personages of this bright world. There may be other cities, but "little old New York" is good enough for them. "Little old New York!" How true the epithet, the epitaph! The foremost city in its own sublime conceit is dragged in the dust by the sleepiest village in the world—Philadelphia. Furthermore, the gay New Yorker, the giddy boulevardier of the American continent, the blithe spirit who knows that the mag netic pole passes through Broadway and Forty-second street— whatever Captain Amundsen may say to the contrary—the merry wight whose two gods are: (summer) Christy Mathewson, (win ter) George Cohan; this debonair creature has been subdued— and by whom? Lo, the poor Indian, whose well tutored wrist can give the ball a most deceiving twist! A miracle might have happened and New York have saved itself last week. Only, the literal New Yorker can not believe in miracles! THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL THE PRICE OF HAPPINESS; ONLY THE POOR HAVE IT WHO get the most real pleasures out of life, rich people or poor people? Is happiness for sale over the counter, like a peck of potatoes or a diamond tiara, and can only those purchase it who have the price? The other day two clerks, strong, healthy young fellows earning fairly good salaries and on the way to do better, were discussing the announcement that Mr. Vincent Astor proposed to fly down to town every morning in a hydroplane from his place up the Hudson. They were fairly shocked at the thought of a millionaire taking such risks with his precious life. It seemed almost sacrilegious to them for anybody with that much money to even take a chance at getting killed. "Gee!" exclaimed one of the youths, "if I was as rich as he is I'd be so afraid of getting hurt I would go about in a goat cart surrounded by a steel cage. You wouldn't catch me doing any death defying leap in a hydro plane, or aeroplane, or even an automobile." "You are right," agreed the other young man. "If I had as much to live for as he has I wouldn't even cross a street for fear of being run over by a per ambulator until they had stopped traffic both ways." Thereupon the two young men, COMING AND GOING FATHER AND THE BURGLAR DOROTHY DIX feeling that there wasn't any particular purpose in exercising any especial precaution in pre serving the lives of thirty-dollar a-week clerks, proceeded to di vert themselves by riding motor cycles and engaging in other dangerous amusements in which they found the keenest enjoy ment. And it never occurred to either one of them that in so doing they were disproving, in the most conclusive manner, their own theory that wealth brings happiness, and the more money people have the more fun they get out of living. For the mere fact that we are poor enough and inconspicuous enough to do as we please without its making a particle of difference to the bal ance of the world, or calling for a headline in a newspaper, means liberty, which is Che very foun dation stone of happiness, and that is a luxury that the poor rich man never knows. Certainly, however, the vast majority of people believe that wealth brings happiness and that a young man as rich as Vincent Astor, say, gets more real fun out of living than does the youth in moderate circumstances—the young man who, by. his own ef forts, is making a comfortable income. How do they figure this out? Not in physical comfort. No matter how rich a man may be he can not eat more than one good dinner at a time, and that has to "be of plain food habitu ally, or else he acquired dys pepsia, which is no respecter of pocketbooks. He can not sleep in but one bed. He can not wear but one suit of clothes at a time. He can enjoy no more heat in winter, nor breezes in summer; use no more light, no more bath tubs, than any man of moderate means. After you reach a cer tain not very exalted point of wealth in these days of modern conveniences the purchasing power of money is nil in bring ing you physical comfort. Work? That's not a misfor tune, but a blessing. Work is excitement, thrill, never dying interest. It is the most absorb ing game on earth, and the man who gets up every morning with the knowledge that there's go ing to be a fresh deal of* the cards, and that he's got to pit his skill and diplomacy and in telligence against the champions of his community, has got some thing to live for. Besides, no other people on earth work so hard and so drearily as those whose sole occupation is killing time. Vanity? You think it must be delightful to be kowtowed to because you are rich? Perhaps so. If you have been poor and made the money yourself, be cause that means that you've fought the fight and won out. But there's nothing to be chesty about—no thrill of gratified van ity in n.oney that you have in herited. It takes luck, not tal ent, to be born with a'bankbook in your mouth. Friendship? That's the choic est pleasure in life, but it's re served exclusively for the delight of the poor. No rich man has any friends, because experience of toadies and sycophants has taught him to be so suspicious of everybody that he trusts nobody and believes in the sincerity of no one. Love? A paradise before which Cupid stands with a golden sword and turns the mil lionaire away. No rich man may ever even hope to be loved for himself alone. He is the prey of the adventuress, of the avari cious, the scheming woman who is willing to sell her Soul for money and position. How little domestic happiness is found in the homes of the very rich the divorce court records prove. The truth is that money doesn't buy happiness, and the man with a moderate income can get far more pleasure out of living than the millionaile can. Which is a comforting thought for the vast majority of us who are engaged in the exciting and pleasurable sport of chasing the wolf from the door. OCTOBER 13, 1913 Realization ELLA WHEELER WILCOX Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot, Or so the unperceiving thought. Who looked no deeper than her face, Devoid of chiseled lines of grace— And wondered how she bore her fate. Yet she was neither lone nor sad; So much of love her spirit had, She found an everflowing spring Of happiness in everything. So near to her was Nature's heart It seemed a very living part. Of her own self, and bud and blade. And heat and cold, and sun and shade, And dawn and sunset, spring and fall, Held raptures for her, one and all. The year's four changing seasons brought To her own door what thousands sought In wandering ways and did not find— Diversion and content of mind. She loved the tasks that filled each day— Such menial duties; but her way Of looking at them lent a grace To things the world deemed commonplace. Obscure and without place or name, She gloried in another s fame, Poor, plain and humble in her dress, She thrilled when beauty and success And wealth passed by on pleasure bent; They made earth seem so opulent, Yet none of quicker sympathy When need or sorrow came than she, And so she lived, and so she died. ****** She woke as from a dream. How wide And wonderful the avenue That stretched to her astonished view! And up the green ascending lawn A palace caught the rays of dawn. Then suddenly the silence stirred With one clear keynote of a bird; A thousand answered, till ere long The air was quivering bits of song; She rose and wandered forth in awe Amated and moved by all she saw. For, like so many souls who go Away from earth, she did not know The cord was severed. Down the street With eager arms stretched forth to greet, Came one she loved and mourned in youth; Her mother followed; then the truth Broke on her; golden wave on wave Of knowledge infinite. The grave, The body and the earthly sphere Were gone! Immortal life was here! They led her through the palace halls; From gleaming mirrors on the walls She saw herself, with radiant mien, And robed in splendor like a queen, While glory round about her shone, "All this," Love murmured, "is your own." And when she ga2ed with wondering eye And questioned whence and where and why. Love answered thus: "All heaven is made By thoughts on earth; your walls were laid Year after year with purest gold; The beauty of your mind behold In this fair palace; aye, and more, Waits farther on, so vast your store. I was not worthy when I died To take my place here at jour side; I toiled through long and weary years From lower planes to these high spheres, And through the love you sent from earth I have attained a second birth. Oft when my erring soul would tire I felt the strength of your desire; 1 heard you breathe my name in prayer, And courage conquered weak despair. Ah! earth needs heaven; but heaven, indeed, Of earth has just as great a need." Across the terrace with a bound There sped a lambkin and a hound (Dumb comrades of the old earth land) And found her glad caressing hand. "YOU LOVED THEM INTO PARADISE," Was answered to her questioning eyes; You taught them love; love has no end! Nor does love's life on form depend. If there be mortal without love He wakes to no new life above. If love in humbler things exist It must through other realms persist Until all love rays merge in HIM. Hark! Hear the heavenly cherubim. Then hushed and awed, with joy so vast It knew no future and no past, She stood amidst the ra<Jiant throng That came to swell love's welcoming song— This humble soul from earth's far coast The center of the heavenly host. On earth they see her grave and say; "She lies there till the judgment day"; Nor dream (so limited their thought), What miracles by love are wrought Evening Calls Another open season—you can pay your taxes now. * * * Good heavens, are we having our good Portola weather now? * * * This is Discovery day—did you discover a new tooth in the baby's mouth? * ♦ * Wouldn't it be awful if a ship should get tipsy and couldn't find the. keyhole of the canal lock? * * # Will the canal be a "pay as you enter," or will the conductor talk along the towpath and collect? * # * There is still talk of having a new baseball park here—what, do they still play the game in San Francisco? * * * "Sing a Song of Sixpence." What an old fashioned song—no one in these days would sing a song of less than six dollars. * * » The city engineer is bothered about where he shall put the Van Ness avenue trolley poles. Why not put 'em in the ground? * * # It is about time for the conglomerate voters of California to put up their sign: "Senatorial toga makers. Goods delivered 1914." * * * Demaree might as well go back to art~~~they say that Harrison Fisher and James Montgomery Flagg make as much money as a good pitcher does. * # » » "Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon, lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice"—Colonel Goethals smoked a cigarette as Gamboa dike exploded. *■ * * The League of California Municipalities wants to abolish the state legislature. Wait till the legislature gets a chance to pass resolutions abolishing California municipalities. I WISE MAN | Hadsum—What side do you gener ally take when your wife gets Into an argument with somebody else? Wiseacre—Out»ld«. It's safer. ! KEEP IT ] "Look here, sir, I'll have you un derstand I'm a self-made man." "Don't bother te take out a patent on lt"