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By ERNEST FREMONT TITTLE (Pastor First Methodist Episcopal Church, Evanston, III.) VJfiKx one wno is ca pable of self-analysis knows that there are seasons of the soul. There are times when wi. feel unusually pa triotic ; times when we feel unusually thank ful ; times when we be come unusually con bcIous of the reality and glory oi a spiritual world. Christmas is the time when we are conscious of an unusual desire to be kind. One day every year the worfd suddenly becomes different. Physical ly speaking, it is the same world. The sky is tbe same. The streets are the same. The houses—barring a touch of holly here and there—are the same. But you and I and our neighbors are different. We are more Just in our judgments, more thoughtful in our at tention, more unselfish, more kind. It is probably true that these sea sons of the soul, however fleeting, leav6 their mark. We are, perhaps, a bit more patriotic than we would be were it not for the annual observance of Memorial day; a bit niore con sciously grateful than we would be were it not for the annual observance of a Thanksgiving day; a bit more re ligious than we would be were it not for the recognition of Lent and the -observance of Easter day. And; one would like to believe that we are. a' bit more kind than we would be were It hot for the observance of Christ mas, The very approach of Christmas has certain noticeable psychological ef fects. In 1914 it resulted in a tem porary cessation of hostilities. On that first war Christmas the booming guns gave way to Christmas carols, sung in three languages, as British and French and German soldiers fraternized be tween the lines. In 1918, as the day drew near which would commemorate the birth of the Prince of Peace, a war-weary world dared to hope that foundations would be laid for endur ing peace. The heart of the world is wrung by the suffering of China, the tragedy of Armenia, and the pitiful pleas of the starving children of cen tral Europe. Is there any man any where, not a degenerate, who is not conscious of a desire to diminish by ever so little the world’s distress? "•nrT*** The seasons of the soul, however fleeting, do leave their mark. But in the case of many of us how faint that mark, and how liable It Is to disap pear. If only the kindly dispositions born at Christmas time could be'per petuated, how permanently different the world would become ! Most of us become faint of heart when we think of rebuilding the life of the world. To build n world with out any extremes of wealth and pov 'erty In It, how difficult. To build a world without any domestic tragedy In It, how difficult. To build a world without any Industrial friction or In ternational strife In It, how difficult Many people are ready to say that It Is quite impossible. Perhaps it is.-Yet It would not be if only men and wom en would keep on cultivating the dis positions that are born at Christmas time. What Is needed for the rebuilding of the world? Better Instruments? Yes, undoubtedly. For the removal of disease, better scientific Instruments are needed. For the removal of cer tain domestic difficulties, better hous ing accommodations are needed. For the removal of industrial friction, a better economic system is needed. For the removal of International strife, a new world organization is needed. A world that has been organized for war must be organized for peace./ For the rebuilding of the world better instru ments. are needed. But what Is su premely needed Is a better spirit I If only you and I and all our neighbors would persistently cultivate the Christ mas spirit, our children's children would live in a far better world. For then It would be only a question of time until we should discover the in struments needed for the fashioning of a fairer civilization, and we would be willing to use these instruments as soon as they could be developed. What a pity, then, If Christmas this year should come and go’ and leave none of us permanently different. We need to perpetuate the Christ mas spirit In our homes. It Is a solemn moment when two human lives are united for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sick ness and in health, till death do them part. As Jane Welch Carlyle once said, ever one Is to pray. If ever one is to feel grave. If ever one .Is to shrink from vain show and bubble, it Is just on the occasion when two hu man beings bind themselves together till death do them part.” There is nothing that more nearly resembles the heaven of our dreams than does a happy home. Is there any thing that so surely suggests the hell of our secret dread as does an un happy home? What Is needed to build a home? Money Is needed, but how much more than money! Money can tyuild a house—a wonderful and wonderfully furnished house. Only love can build a home. ■ii ..t m --r We need to perpetuate the Christ mas spirit In industry. For generations, now, the motive of profit has been the motive appealed to both In the case of men who had money to invest, and In the case of men who had strength on> skill to in vest, In the Industries of the world. This motive of profit has been given a long trial. And It has failed—trag ically failed. Its fruitage Is a world catastrophe, and, at this present mo ment, world-wide unrest, Why not try the experiment of ap pealing to a different motive? The mo tive of Him who said: “I am come not to be ministered unto bnt to min ister.” • ' • What if every man who goes into business should say to himself: My primary object is to render service. Incidentally, I expect this business of mine to earn me^ft living. But my first concern shall be to serve my com munity. • What if every man who learns a trade should say to himself: As a car penter, or bricklayer, or type-setter, or molder, my primary object is to render service. I aril entitled to a just proportion of the product of my labor, and I hope to get It. But my first con cern shall be to serve my community. Do you think that men are incapa ble of responding to any such motive as that? How, then, do you account for the martyrdom of history? How do you account for the men who have given their lives to the pursuit of ! truth? Or for the women who have given their lives to the dissemination of knowledge? How do you account for the world’s scientists and for its school teachers? And the men who made a rendezvous with death at JBel leau wood and the Argonne forest how do you account for them? There Is a divinity in human hearts to which heroic unselfishness makes powerful appeal. Why not try the ex periment of appealing to the nobler side of human nature? The motive of profit has tragically failed. Why not appeal to the motive of service? We need to perpetuate the spirit of Ohnstmas in international relation ships. The nations of Christendom have been motived far more by Nietzsche’s will to power than by Jesus' will to serve. Their conception of greatness has been a pagan, not a Christian conception. The great nation has been thought of as a nation able to lord it fover other nations, not as a nation eager to serve other nations. The proud, symbols of the Western world have been swords and scepters, not basins and fowels. But "I/O, .all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!" Surely the meaning of this present hour is clear: Nations must do unto others as they would have other na tions do unto them. Nations must enter into the world’s life not merely to get something, but to give some thing, and, In some international as sociation, even to risk something in the interest of world justice and world peace. For the first time in history the na tions of the world are looking con sciously into the eyes of Jesus and know It to be true that He alone has the secret of life. DIFFERENT, OFF THE STAGE Matter Crook Had to Seek Ordinary ..Mortal to Perform What Would . •*J : v Seem Simple Task. Darcham Drake, s tlie world-famous film villain, had had a very busy day at the studios. In the performance of part nineteen of “The Master Crook” he had deftly cut open with his electric saw five formidable safes, mastered swiftly the mysterious combinations of nine more, and with a nonchalant air had picked the lock of his prison cell. And now, his day’s work finished, he breathed a sigh of relief as he alighted from his car and reached the door of his .fiat. It was locked. Anxiously he searched every pocket of his clothes for the latchkey, but failed to unearth It. ✓ “Here’s a fix!” he groaned. After another vain search the Master Crook walked around to the nearest locksmith's shop, flung a $20 bill onto the counter and begged the unshaven man in charge to come and open his “blessed” door! ■ MOTHER! MOVE CHILD’S BOWELS WITH CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUP Hurry, mother! Even a sick child loves the ‘fruity” taste of “California Fig Syrup” and it never fails to open the bowels. A teaspoonful today may prevent a sick child tomorrow. If con stipated, bilious, feverish, fretful, has cold, colic, or If stomach Is sour, tongue coated, breath bad, remember a good cleansing of the llttld bowels is Often all that Is necessary. Ask your druggist for genuine “Cali fornia Fig Syrup” which has directions for babies and children of all ages printed on bottle. Mother! Ton must Bay “California’ or you may get an Imitation fig syrup.—Advertisement. Not for a While. He was a bachelor in the forties and she was a sweet young thing of twen ty, but he loved her and was courting her vigorously in all the ways an old bachelor knows how to woo a young maid. Then one night he decided he would sing to her. Going to the piano, be picked up some loose sheets of music and began to play. Finally he came to one fchich pleased him and began to sing: • - - ■ ••• “Grow' old with me— The best of—” But the sweet young thing had In terrupted him very forcibly. “I woij’t do it,” she tossed back impudently, “at least not for 25 years.”—Brooklyn Standard Union. -,- i Fine Eyes. A young woman of Baltimore re cently visited an old chum in Wash ington whose husband she had never met. “You told me,” said the Balti more girl one afternoon, “that your husband -had such fine eyes; but really I haven’t found it so.” “Haven’t you?” said the other. “Just wait until the milliner’s girl comes with my new hat and the bill.” - A Lesson to Him. Kafferty bored ten feet into a min ing claim and then abandoned it. An other took it up and at 11 feet struck gold. When Rafferty heard the news he exclaimed: "I’ll never leave anoth er claim until I’ve gone a foot fur ther!”—Life. Children cease crying for the moon sometimes before they are big enough to want- the earth. No, Beatrice, astronomers do not scour the heavens for the purpose of polishing the stars. CHOICE BETWEEN TWO LOVES , Can One VVonderi That Malvina Tur tledove Hesitated When It Came *■ to a Showdown? Malvina Turtledove weeped bitter ly. Those dear, bright blue eyes were In danger of being washed clearer and bluer still. She was In love! Then she dressed hurriedly, In prep aration for Jack’s expected visit. Promptly at eight he arrived. “Jack,” she breathed, “I am so wor ried.” “My pet, my angel, what is It?” asked Jack, in great concern. “I have got to give one of you up, and I don’t know which I love best. Can’t I—” the maiden wept. “No!” returned Jack, determinedly. "You must choose between us—he or I!” “Jack,” she wept, “show me some mercy!” But he showed her none, and so, with a last look of love, Matvina threw her Pomeranian, Bob, out of the window and said: "Jack, I am yours!” ATTORNEY SURELY A WONDER But Old Darky’s Admiration Must Have Been Embarrassing Under the Circumstances. In Alabama they tell of a prosecut ing attorney who was so uniformly successful with his cases that he be came both the terror of evil-doers In the vicinity and the admiration of all, especially the dusky portion of the population. Upon his withdrawal from office he was at once sought out by those charged with crime. Much to his dis gust, the first two cases that he de | fended resulted in the conviction of his clients. A aged darky, named Joe Clinton, who had watched his prosecu tions \frith wonder, and who • looked with equal amazement now he conduct ed the defense, met the attorney just after his second defeat “Mistah Cal,” said the old chap. Hi awed tones, “yo’ shore is a wonder. No matter which side you Is on, they goes to the pen jest the same.”—Milwaukee Sentinel. No Offense. Chairman Lasker of the shipping board said. In an interview: ... “These men are taking needless of fense. They were taking offense where none Is intended. “A tall, gaunt, vinegar-faced wom an walked into Wawa station one day and said to the ticket agent: “ ‘Gimme a ticekt for Chester Heights.’ “ ‘Single 7* said the agent “The woman’s eyes flashed steelly sparks. “'None o’ yer dam business,’ she hissed. ‘Gosh knows, though, I might have married a dozen times over If I’d been willin’ to grubstake some shiftless, putty-faced monkey like yerself.’ ” Lost a Sale. “I want," said the very plain girl, . “a book entitled ‘Cultivate Tour Nat ural Beauty.’” “Here it is,” said the clerk, who wanted to be sociable. “Are you get ting'it for a friend?” And the very plain girl put her purse back Into her bag and went right out. —From the Retail Ledger, Philadel phia. _ ; Surprise for Mother. Marjory—Mamma, were you at home when I was bom? Mother—No, darling. I was at grandma’s in the country. Marjory—Wasn’t you awfly s’prised when you heard about It? 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