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Bryan’s platform in brief is:
“Let us in.” The popular plat form here is just as short: “Let us out.” SIDE LIGHTS ART| 7*n\ “Time was made for slaves” — pleasure for princes. A tranquil mind means repose for the body. An ache or a pain will cause oue to forget all earthly troubles. In the saoctum Anglicus is known as Angelicus. Gentle trib ute to a worthy soul. “A word fitly spoken is like ap pies of gold in a setting of silver.” Remember that. An alacasaz is a candy kid —a regular “jimhickey.” Now what’s a “bumborium?” “If the shoe fits wear it,” said one of the boys. Not here. If the shoes do not fit you wear ’em just the same. One of the boys in my neigh borhood says he wants to go be fore the Board of Patrol. Fire or Police? A chap who had his neok band aged was asked what ailed him. “Fell out of my airship the other night,” was the laconic reply. “Prison population is going down,” said one of the “prints” the other day. “Picking must be poor on the outside.” “Lost 56 pounds in 3 months,” said an inmate. If he loses 56 pounds more he will be able to en close himself in an envelope and mail what’s left of him to Europe. There’s a man named West, With ability he’s blest — He coined too much money But didn’t lose his Honey, And now he’s taking a rest. Some of the oountry papers are “oribbing” from The Mirror with out credit. Presume they think they have a right to swipe from this journal. “What makes you so fat?” asked a thin fellow of a fat one. “Hav ing no conscience,” was the reply. “Then I’ll lose mine,” he retorted. The motto of the trusts: “If any one impinges upon our preserves shoot hitn on the spot” or lock him up for the remainder of his life, to partly paraphrase the famous ex pression of the late Glen. John A. Dix. It’s a oase of “low bridge” with that six-foot-fiver all the time. He ducks when he sees a cloud com ing—but he’s voted a good fellow all around. May his shadow broad en! Each time after being shaved one of the boys ejaculates between his teeth, “fifty cents saved.” Af ter a while he will have a fat roll on what he “saves” on this item alone. And then there are the baths, y’know. Here is a business problem for pupils: If a hundred dollar bond bears five per cent interest, pay able semiannually, what must the bond sell for to net an investor seven per cent, interest payable semiannually? . The late Henry Ward Beecher remarked once upon a time that bell lacked ouly two elements in order to make it a desirable place of abode —good water and decent society. • This place eojoys good water and good society—and yet it is not a haven of joy «for the residents. A bumborium is a panhandler. Eddie Foy, the famous comedi an, used to sing, “There Are Mo ments When One Wants to Be Alone.” This is the place for that Eddie. You need not look any farther or advertise in the Morn ing Telegra(w)ph. Now the minions of the law are after Billy Gerber the popular sheriff of Ramsey Co., for over charging on feeding prisoners. Of course the sensation had to be sprung just before the primaries to help him along —to defeat. Such is the whirligig of fate. Anglicus says he “wants to get out bad.” Reminds one of the fel low who went into a gin mill and 'said: “I want some whiskey— b-a-d.” I trust Anglicus will get out good—and stay that way. It is all the harm I wish him. I might also add —get out good and be good enough not to want to get out bad or badly at auy time or any other place. Being here reminds one of the Irishman who engaged a cabby to drive him about the city for an hour. The cabby struck up a good gait when the Irishman call ed to him saying, “Hi there! Hi there! Don’t drive so dommed fast —me hour’ll be up too soon!” If a little faster driving would only shorten time here we might all be happy yet, you bet! If it is not one kind of a bug that is doing mischief it is anoth er. Recently potato bugs have been stalling trolley cars in Con necticut. Potato bugs are bad and perhaps “goldbugs” are worse— but the one that is more pestifer ous around here is the bed bug. “Like the lily of the valley he toils not, neither does he spin”—but he gets there just the same and seems to thrive on poor prisoners. Said one of the boys recently: “When I was about 13 1 held up a guy on the highway and frisked him of his bundle—including his watch, chain and all. I was pinch ed and haled to court. The wise judge heard the testimony and let me go. He said: ‘What! that boy hold up an able-bodied man?—l don’t believe it!’ I was immedi ately discharged but I did the job all right, though I weighed but 65 pounds—clothes, shoes, gall and all.” Taft and Bryan are to speak at the same banquet in Chicago on Oct. 7—but politics is to be es chewed. That word eschewed cost Bourke Cockran his seat in Con gress upon a time. He sprung it on Richard Croker, then leader of Tammany Hall and Dick not hav ing a dictionary handy jumped to the conclusion that Bourke was “cussing” him in French. Until Croker abdicated the leadership of Tammany Cockran was kept at home instead of being sent to Washington. Seattle is about the livest town in the country, it is destined to be the New York of the Pacific Coast. Seattle is growing very rapidly and its business interests are expanding apaoe. Another thriving, hustling and growing town is Kansas City. Omaha, Denver, Salt Lake and San Fran cisco are showing only a limited growth proportionately compared with Seattle and Kansas City. St. Paul and Minneapolis are ex periencing e slow but healthy in crease in wealth, manufactures and population. Seattle, however, seems to be the city of greatest future opportunities. • '- : >r & ; ■■*; - >• ‘ V • . '• i- ' - - - ' ->•■' -S“. V-?- 1 Harpooning Our First Whale. After leaving Nome City we started on a wild goose chase, go ing here and there just to pass time, but always keeping a sharp lookout for whales. We were to meet the supply ship in June at Teller City, Alaska, then we were to proceed at once to Herschel Is land and from there to Banks Land and beyond to Franz Joseph Land and many other northern points. All of these places I will tell about later. The captain no ticed the crew was pretty much out of sorts, and knowing that un less lie could depend on every man to do his share there would be small chanoe for auy great success, he called all hands on deck and made the following remarks: ‘ Now men, you are all signed on this ship and I want to see you make some money out of this trip. You can do it by keeping a close watch at all times for a blow, and the first man that raises a whale, I will give him $20.00, and for every whale afterwards the same.” He also said he had brought the whis key on board for us, but we had got our share. We knew that was a lie, for he used it to trade to the natives. “Any way,” he said, “I’ll see that you all get a drink, for every whale we get.” We finally decided to make the best of things and so from that time on until we were frozen in we got along first rate. Well, we cruised around among the ice for over a week without seeing a whale. We then went over to East Cape on the Russian side and there we were again boarded by all the Mesinkas at that place* Here we were given a surprise, as at this place the Cap tain had for a wife a squaw and al so a native son. The little Esqui mau was a dead picture of our captain, but the squaw looked like a drink of water dressed up. No thing on the ship was too good for them. After leaving East Cape we went over to Whaling and traded, also Blubber Bay and East Head, all native villages. W T e then started back for Teller City. Between St. Michels and St. Lawrence Island I saw the most wonderful sight of my life. There was an ice floe about three miles long and two miles wide floating with the cur rent and on it were over seven hun dred walruses with their young. We passed within ten feet of the floe and the eight was grand. But the inhuman brute of a captain rushed into his cabin and got an armful of shells and his gun and began shooting them just for fun. ’Twas a sad sight. Then as one little baby walrus was shot and its mother trying to push it off the ice with her tusks into the water she was also shot but not killed. This is sport to some but I con sider it otherwise. If the captain wanted them for food or their tusks, it would be different, but he shot just to see them jump and to keep in practice. We saw hun dreds of those animals, also seals, and I never saw so many ducks in all my life —thousands of them, the air was black. I want to tell you so much that I stray from ray sto ry. While we were all excited over seeing so many seals and walruses someone holleied, “blow!” “blow!” Orders were at ouoe given to lower all boats and soon we were speed ing towards the whale. I was in the starboard bow boat and we headed off from the whale, as Steve, our old harpooner, said he was going windward. They have signals up in the crow's nest to let the boats know when the whale is up and where he is. We got into the boats at half past two and got back to the ship at twelve at night V'- without a bite to eat and almost frozen to our seats. Our boat was just going in between two large cakes of ice when I noticed the signal on board that the whale was up and near us. Soon we saw him spouting about a half mile from us and we made for him with all haste, but he went down again be fore we could reach him. Just a few words of explanation here. The whale can only stay under water for about an hour, then he must come up and spout. While spout ing he stays on top about seven or eight minutes. Just then notone hundred feet from us he came up again. Then the orders came to keep quiet and above all to not get tangled in the rope 9. By this time we were close enough to see him, and to hear the noise he made while spouting. It sounded like a thousand engines blowing off steam at the same time. I want to tell yon right now that I was so scared that I couldn’t speak or move for every minute we were getting closer. Old Steve had his harpoon in his hand and told the mate to run the boat just about two feet back of the spout holes and as soon as he struck him to lower sail. At last the critical moment came. The harpoon was struck into the whale and the tonite bomb explod ed. Our boat shot up into the air—and the line flew out of the tube so fast it smoked. We drop ped the sail, for we were fast to the whale. As soon as our sail went down the ship and other boats knew we were fast and they kept close in order to put another harpoon and bomb into him when he came up again. But this one was dead and had sunk to the boi tora taking out twenty fathoms of line. Old Steve was a dead shot and very seldom missed his stroke. Now comes the trouble to get him to the ship. The rope was passed to the five boats and all started to pull to bring him to the surface. The bomb had broken his neck and throwing his mouth open it had filled with water. This is why he had sunk. This very seldom happens. We worked from four o’clock until twelve at night be fore we had him alongside the ship where we made him fast un til we could get his head aboard and remove the bone. This whale weighed over 200 tons and had 3,255 pounds of whalebone in his mouth. By A Whaler. The Law of Nature. Have you ever felt or thought that this is not the first time that you have lived on this earth? Some of you may say, “well, I hope it is the last”—yet if you will stop and think this doctrine of re-birth er Reincarnation, is fall of hope and justice. No doubt but that many of you have thought that the game of life from infancy seemed unjust, but be assured that there is just reason for courage and perseverance, and each may yet kindly “square his accounts.” There must be some solution of the problem of human suffering in this world, if the mind is to be satisfied, the moral sense content, the inner spirit braced. Masters of Wisdom have said to us, in effect, if not in these exact words: “Do not despair of reach ing this high state; do not let yourselves be overwhelmed by the weight of your suffering, and of your sin. This life of which you think so much, is but one out of many; it is but like a day out of a year. Many are the lives that you have already lived, many are the lives that are yet to follow. Those that are passed have given you ex perience which makes you what you are today; whatever you have of strength, and courage, and vir tue you have gained during your lives. Whatever of weakness sad sin you feel in yourselves is but the result of your imperfect de- velopment. There are lessons that you have not learned, and it is your ignorance of them that makes you weak and erring. But have courage, yon are beginning to learn them now, and in the lives that are to come you will go on learning, until at last all weakness and terror and sin will have gome, and you will be strong and wise and pure.” Such is the substance of the teaching of Reincarnation which is found in the majority of religions, and is indeed believed by considerably more than half the human race. This teaching has been handed down from the remotest antiquity. Poets and philosophers of all ages have adhered to this doc trine. Sometimes people feel, on first recognizing the existence of these two fundamental laws, that they are under the control of “des tiny.” Let us study for a few mo ments a typical case and see how to use the accepted terms. A man comes into the world with certain inborn mental faculties, let us say of an average type, with a passion al nature that shows definite char acteristics, some good some bad; with a physical body well-formed and healthy, but of no special splendid character. These are his limitatons, clearly marked out for him, and he finds himself when be reaches manhood with this mental, passional, physical stock-in-hand, and he has to do the best he can with it. There are many mental heights that he is definitely un able to olimb, mental conceptions which his powers do not permit him to grasp; there are tempta tions to which his passional na ture yields, though he strives a gainst them; there are triumphs of physical strength and skill that he cannot achieve; in fact, he finds that he can no more think as a ge nius thiiiks than he can be beau tiful as an Apollo. He is within a limiting ring and cannot pass out of it, long as he may for liber ty. Moreover, he oannot avoid troubles of many kinds. They strike him and he can only bear his pain; he cannot escape from it. Now these things are so. Why? Because the man is limited by his past thoughts, by his wasted op portunities, by his mistaken choic es, by his foolish yieldings; he is bound by his forgotten desires, enchained by his errors of an ear lier day. And yet he is not bound, the real man, the soul. He who made the past that im prisons his present can work with in the prison-house and create a future of liberty. Nay, let him know that he himself free, and that the fetters will crumble away from his limbs, and according to the measure of his knowledge will be the illusion of his bonds. But for the ordinary man to whom the knowledge will come as a spark, not as a flame, the first step to wards freedom will be to accept his limitations as self-made and proceed to enlarge them. True, be cannot think as a ge nius thinks just yet, but he can think to ttie very best of his abili ty, and by and by he will become a genius; he can make a power for the future, and he will. True, he cannot get rid of his passional fol lies in a moment, but he can fight against them, and when he has failed he can fight on, certain that presently he will conquer. True, he has physical weaknesses and uglinesses but as his , thoughts grow strong and pure and beauti ful, and his work beneficent, he is insuring for himself, the free soul, in the midst of prison environ ment, and he can hew down the walls he himself builded. A. H. T. x San Francisco, Calif.