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W4-a~-'" —■ ~ ■■——..■I ■■■.' ~ *m ■■ ■■ The Sunday Bee mornin g—e v e n I n g—s u n d a y THE BEE PUBLISHING CO.. Publisher V. B. ITDIKE, Prtiidrnt BALLARD DUNN, JOY M. HACKLER. Editor in Chi*f Hu*ine*s Mgr. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS The Associated Press, of which The Bee i« a member, is exclusively entitled to the use for republication of ail news dispatches credited to it or not otherwise credited In this paper, and also the local news published herein. All rights of repuhlication of our special dispatches are also reserved. The Omaha Bee is a member of the Audit Bureau of Circulations, the recognized authority on circulations audits, and The Omaha Bee’s circulation is regularly audited by their organizations. BEE TELEPHONES Private Branch Exchange. Ac-k for AT 1 #• 51 AAA the Department or Person Wanted. ** * loilllC ivvU OFFICES Main Office—17th and Farnam Council Bluffs—15 Scott St. So. Side, N. W. Cor. 24th ahd N. New York World Bldg. Detroit—Ford Bldg. Chicago—Tribune Bldg. Kansas City—Bryant Bldg. St. Louis—Syndi. 1 rust Bldg. Los Angeles—Higgins Bldg. San Francisco—Hollrook Bide. Atlanta—Atlanta Trust Bldg. WOMAN S PRESS CLUB AND THE PRIZE ESSAY It is with much pleasure that The Omaha Bee prints today the prize essay in the annual literary award of the Omaha Woman’s Press club. The essay is the work of Miss Emma McRae of Omaha and is worthy of the best traditions of Ne braska, which has already contributed much to the literary leadership of America. We extend to Miss McRae our thankR for the opportunity of printing this essay and our apprecia tion to the Woman’s Press club for the vision and understanding which has prompted them to organize their annual award. This year's award was the third contest of its character. The competition was open to all resi dents of Nebraska, professional arjd amateur writers. The wide interest in the contest was shown by the submission of 351 manuscripts. Of the e lf>3 were poems, 89 were short stories, 70 miscellaneous prose, including essays and editorials, and 29 were one-act plays. . All prize winners were women, although men ' were about equal among the contributors. Most of the poetry was of a high order. John G. Neihardt, poet laureate of Nebraska, gave high praise to nine of the offerings. Two of them were the work of girl students at Central High school. A large-eyed, slender girl, her face full of tie ?agerness of youth, won in the short story class. “Her story bas a haunting beauty,” said Bess Streeter Aldrich of Elmwood, well known short story writer, who Served as one of the judges. It is ex cellent in substance, with such touches as Fannie Hurst might have given.” Dean H. von \\ . Shulte, one of the fiction judges, declared his duty had been an inspiration. “My greatest pleasure came from the poorer manu scripts,” ho said. “Even though badly written, they were sound and wholesome, reflecting sane human nature.” The annual writing contest of the Omaha Wo man’s Press club is a definite contribution to the artistic life of the state. It discovers, fosters and encourages new talent; it adds to literary apprecia tions; it gives opportunity for self-expression. It is a step toward the goal Dean Shulte had in mind when, at the Tuesday night meeting, he said: “We must learn to think more of ourselves and less of our possessions,” WARFIELD IN A NOTED ROLE. Some pardonable curiosity is excited by the an nouncement that David Warfield is to play Shylock before Omaha audiences during the week. This is so, because in all the years since Shakespeare wrote and presented “The Merchant of Venice” for the Elizabethan public, no member of the race of Shy lock has undertaken to depict the role. Its portrayal has been left to those who, however sympathetic i they may have been, lacked the finer understanding that should be the possession of a Jew'. Next to Hamlet and Macbeth, Shylock has been the topic for more abstract discussion, mostly in conclusive, than any of the whole list of Shake spearean creations. Outwardly simple enough, the character of the Jew here presented is held by many to be symbolic of his race, not of Shakespeare’s time alone, hut from the days of Abraham. This thought extensively prevails, and it is for this reason all the more worth while to note how one who should un derstand the deep nature of the man will visualize that personality to his audience. Warfield’s portrayal has been greatly praised by eastern critics; he is said, as might have been ex pected, to have given to Shylock some qualities other actors have missed. His opportunity is great, and as he realizes it he should be judged. No other role he ever played has in it such meat, none which should so well support a desired reputation as an actor. Mr. Warfield certainly knyw* this, and he must be confident of his own powers, or he would not make the essay. For these, if for no other reasons, the coming presentation of “The Merchant of Venice” holds more of justification for anticipated pleasure than anything offered at a local theater this season. NEBRASKA AWAITS ITS SAGA. A recent commentary on Parkman, written by one of America’s leading critics, stressed the utter failure of the great historian to express apprecia tion of the country through which he sojourned when gathering his material for ‘'The Oregon Trail.” Explanation is that Parkman, a youth of 23, was too greatly occupied with the prime object of his quest,' that of gathering first-hand information re lating to the Indians and their ways of life, to give close attention to the examination of the region. Whatever may have been the cause, his dealing with the prairies was superficial, even as was his contact with them. If the beauties of the land escaped Parkman, and they did, what must have been the -effect on the thousands who came from Europe to make homes on the great fertile plains? Voluminous enough has been the writing with regard to the material privations undergone by the men and women, who conquered the wilderness, yet little has been told of the greater hardship endured in the spiritual and esthetic life of these forerunners of today. Draper, Buckle and other philosophers tell us that, the mind of man is fashioned to a great de gree by hi* surroundings. If this be true, we must consider the shock that was sustained by the im migrants from northern and central Europe when they exchanged the topography of the old world for that of the new. Nothing they were familiar with greeted them here, even the aspect of the heavens was different. Who will ever measure the heart ache and the longings, the homesickness and vain I egrets of these pioneers? In their efforts to retain the supporting mem ories of the land they had left, they established some semblance of the things they hnd left behind, and merged their new life with the old to a degree that is not fully valued by the folks of today. Out of this life comes a wealth of material for the uses of someone who will seriously set to work to give the world a picture of how the immigrants made their homes in Nebraska. Many writers have dealt with other phases of our state’s social development. Elia W. Peattie, Octave Thanet, Willa (lather, Keene Abbott, George Shedd, and others have written worthily Rbout in cidents and the local life, but none has yet given due attention to the intimate conditions that have shaped the destiny of so great an clement of our population as is contained in the immigrant and his descendants. Who will be the Elsje Singmastcr to deal with these? Bess Streeter Aldrich says that the field is the most Inviting, particularly -jpo because it is practically untouched. Some Nebraska author will in time acquire great fame, not only for record ing “the short and simple annals of the poor," but by reason of opening a view to Ihd inner life that may seem sordid enough on the outside, but surely has some unsuspected beauty underneath. And if the mental habits are directed by scenic environment, is it any wonder that the people who have grown up under the clear skies and surround ed by the endless vistas of Nebraska have ideals so lofty that they are not generally understood by those whose vision has bedJfVostricted by cramped j and cribbing sky lines? *■ • - 1 V WINTER ALSO HAS A LESSON. “Clod thundereth marvellously with His Aiiice; great things doeth He which we can not understand. “For llo saith to the snow, He thou upon the earth; likewise to the small rain, and the great rain ot ills strength.'' Thus did Elihu charge Job, as he belabored the afflicted patriarch with fine svords in which he set forth the greatness of God, an answer and reproof for the smugness of Job, who had justified himself instead of the Almighty. Great things which we can not understand still are being done in response to the eternal law which began to operate when the foundation of the world was laid down in that far off time. Enough of real progress has been made to discover the mighty law under which the operations of the elements are car ried on, and the clashes between them bring febout *he storms that disturb the earth and sky and bring both blessings and suffering with them. The same law that sets in motion the gentle | zephyr that softly stirs the foliage of the trees and | then dies out on a summer evening unlooses the tor nado or the blizzard. The trade winds and the simoon til start from the same cause. Were it not so, the harmony of the universe would fail, and chance might govern where now order is the rule. It is not easy to comprehend this, let alone the forces that are involved. Heat, that gives life, stirs the at mosphere, and sets it in motion; heat also enables the air to catch up and hold in suspension the tiny particles of vapor that finally form the rain drop or the snow flake. This much is known; also science has discovered that under certain conditions a storm may be predicted with reasonable certainty. That is all. Not so much more than Job, Elihu, Bildad, Eliph alet and the rest of them knew; just enough to be able to give a reason for what they accepted on faith, or, rather ascribed to God without examining into His greater law that prevails. Yet is enough o confirm to our minds the truth that was so ar lently pressed by Elihu on those who had gathered to discourse with Job in his illness. God’s government of the universe is a govern ment of law and of order, and out of it comes the harmony that sustains the whole, each unit in Its due and proper relation to all others. When this central fact is absorbed, and it easily may be with very little study aided by even the most casual of observation, only slight effort is then required to take note o^ the greater fact, that back of it all is the sublime pres ence of the First Cause, none other than the omnip- j otent Deity. “The storm that racks the winter sky,” to quote from an old hymn, is a part of God’s goodness, just as is “summer evening’s latest sigh that shuts the lose.” Faith that accepts this is not in any sense weakened by an attempt to understand it. Man's questioning has only served to enlarge his conception of the Supreme Being, because as wonders are un folded the majesty and sublimity of visible creation become more and more apparent, and with thnt in ereases the awe for the Creator. Winter’s severity is in bold contrast to the serenity of summer, when ( nature is intensely at work, but the lesson of the ’ seasons is the same. He who reads them aright is [ never in doubt. ALVIN ANDERSON’S HONOR. Real life continues to furnish tales more thrilling in their simplicity than any encountered in fiction, no matter how ingenious the latter may be. One of the latest examples comes from Jersey City, where i Alvin Anderson, a Brooklyn tailor, gave testimony tha* sent his wayward son to prison for life. Arnold Anderson was charged with murder, and hut for his confession to his father might have escaped on trial. The old man, bent and worn, cling ing to a chair for support, his knuckles turning white j as he pressed his hold, told the truth. He might have perjured himself, and perhaps have f)een excused because of the strength of his lo\'*‘ lor hid M>n. Parental love is strong in him, for he showed every sign of affection on the witness stand. • But something higher than that, animated and sustained him. “Honor lost, all lost!” must have been ringing in his brain, and while he loved the boy, his sense of justice and right pas above that , love. So he spoke the words that might* have cost the life of his boy, hut that the judge interposed with a recommendation of clemency to the jury. Sounds like n simple thing, but put yourself in , the place of Alvin Anderson for a minute. What J would you do? It is well to applaud a man for j .naking sueh a sacrifiee, and we feel very sure that j Uvin Anderson will comfort himself during the oming years with the thought that he did the right ,hing under distressing conditions. Maybe his son ygill yet show some of the qualities of his father, and , ven in prison prove himself a man. The incident shows, if anything, that humanity ;» not hopelessly sunk in the muck of selfishness. |,ut that the light of honor and high regard for duty ,.till shines. Word comes from Washington that there are efforts at a tax compromise by republicans. Good ness, gracious, is there a single man of whatever rhade of politics who isn’t eager to compromise? Mrs. Purlie Lemon wants a divorce because her husband squandered $25,000 of her money during their brief married life. Mrs. Lemon admits that she picked one. Somebody will yet sing “Hail, Silent Heroes,” in dear old London, where “Die Rote Fahn" went over big and nothing was said about saving the king. A number of flint knives 1,000 years old have been discovered in Michigan. There arc knives equally dull in several Omaha restaurants. Prairiegraphs THE FLEETING "LANDSCAPE. I love to watch ihe landscape wide Go swiftly gliding by; To see the glorious countryside .Spread out before my eye. The lowing kine, the serried hills, The bees that gaily hum— And then a board adorned with bills; “CHEW JIGGER'S GUM." I love to watch the sunbeams dance As if in fairy play Upon the rivet's broad expanse From morn till close of day. The trees that bend as soft wind sweeps. The sweetly murmuring rills— And then before my vision ^creeps: "USE CROAK EM'S PILLS." The vinedad homes in country ways Dash by as on I speed. The flocks that o'er the-prairies graze Are fair to see, indeed. The winding roads, the fertile meads, A vision fair is spread— And then a sprawling billboard reads; EAT QRIPEMA.V8 BREAD." I love to watch the fleeting scenes As on my way I fly; The stalwart boys, the sweet colleens, Who watch the train go by. The horses that swift prance away, The swiftly (hanging views— And then a billboard that doth say: “WEAR PINCHEM’S SHOES." Far be it front me to engage in a discussion with the brilliant Arthur Brisbane, whether it be religious, economic, physiological, nr what not. His wealth of Imagination would speedily put to rout whatever of fact I might be able to marshal. But when Arthur asserts offhand and with Brisbnneish finality that a man's ear* once sliced off may be grafted back on again, while the ears of a rabbit oi a pig would refuse to grow upon the man, I insist on taking issue. I know of men of my own acquaintance who were either born without ears, or subsequently lost them, and upon whoso head's were grafted the ears of certain quadrupeds famous for their vocal ability. These men might succeed in hiding their grafted ears, but they never succeed in disguising the fact that they wear them. Nebraska Limerick. There was a young man in Falls City Who thought himself wondrously witty. But when he opened his face He put a foot in the place, And the people would laugh without pity. When * physu lan will search for an hour or two with an x-ray to locate an open safety pin swallowed bv a baby, only to discover that be was x-raying the wrong baby, it is not surprising that forceps and sponges and bandages are often left inside when an appendicitis patient Is sewed up. __ To have the superior off ers at tend a big banquet and then have one or them casually drop in and ask one who was not there to write about it, is the ne plus ultra of something or other, I know not what. Looking* straight in the direction of the front office when I say it, too. Edgar Schulz. the IS year old Saunders county l>oy who won the grand championship prize for the best car of corq grown In Nebraska, may not grow up to be a village "sheik.” or win any prizes for waltzing or petting, but it's a practical cinch that he is going to be a mighty well worth while citizen of Nebraska. The more young fellows like Edgar S hull that Nebraska possesses, the better for Nebraska. If all the good resolutions made In Nebraska on January 1. and since broken, were placed end to end they would reach from here to the In definite there. If available for road material here instead of elsewhere we d have a sudden cessation of dc fleit talk and denial in the road de partment of the slate. Kpltapliicsll.v Speaking. Tread softly, friend*, upon this lowly mound, For just beneath John Jlmpaon may be found. AA> chucked hint here, while no tear dimmed the eye— Ife left ajar today the door he r!o«< d through all July. Among other cruel and unusual punishment* Inflic ted upon bad school hoya in my youthful days, was to be sent over to sit among the girls. I greatly fear me that modern school boys would consider that a reward .nstead of a punishment. I nrr> In daily receipt of Fordfor president propaganda. To inv ever lasting regret there is no possible chance of Mr. Ford running for presl ■ lent, lie would. In my humble Judg merit, be the Worst Hiked man every trying for the 1oh. not excepting even Hill Taft ami Jim Cox. I hope 1 shall not live to see the lime when this country elects a man president just be. aus'» he knows how to make money while remaining densely Ignorant of his country's history ami seemingly without regard for the spirit of Its institutions My deliberate opinion Is that one could tire a shotgun at the corner of Farnam and Sixteenth dur ing the main hour nnd hit n sc ore of men. nnd women tiro, l etter qualified for the presidency than TIenry l-'ord \nd It Is no exhibition of ego for me Itj say that I could pat a better .(trallllcd man on the bosom without vetting up out of rov offhe chair. How times do c hange! A few years ago there wus a, hitching post In front of the house for every marriageable girl Inside of the house. Then a young fellow would drive Will sidebar buggy up In front, deftly tie his prancing I steed to a hitching: post and then rldl* graceful, if possible. up to the front door nnd ring the bell. After n brief period th* door would be opened by a blushing female, who would in vlte the young follow Inside. In flic rour.nc of half an hour or no lb** voung nian would emerge. li«t In band fol lowed by lb* young ladv. Approach Ing the sidebar buggy the young man would gallantly help the voting l.idy In. f nek the In probe about her. un hitch the borne, mount to the driver's sent, nnd then drive proudly ivvav. Tt 1* *o different these davs. Time* have changed. The hitching posts are gone. Now th* young fellow ilashen up In an into and bonk* tin* born until n window in the second story Is raised and s young lady sticks her head out wild shouts: "Keep your ihlrt on. Cliollv ; I'll be down In a minute"’ •‘flurry up. old kid." shouts the driver. "The gnngV waitin"’* Presently the fn.nt door open* rind Is closed with a bang, a votum wo nanti come- flying down the walk, bops Into the auto unassisted, settles herself with a flourish and rxHalms "Step on If. kid! I was In stub darned burry T bad to hit the high spots TTook them two middle hook* for tne while I get my veil tied on*" Speaking of an exhibition of ion I nerve, wouldn't It be for somebody to step forward and propose a lioiivv bond Issue for somethin*; or otliei ? After wading through all fids I tiust you aie Iti a proper frame of mind t<J don von- wraps nnd seek soimt place of dlv i ie worship WILL M MAI'PIN. My Faith llj W ILL M. MAtPIN. Lead kindly light—I care not for the strife ’Twixt theologians bent on worldly gain, j I only ask that all my earthly life My humble trust and faith I may retain. Amidst th’ encircling gloom—my trust I hold Safe and secure, despite their bick’ring ways; ; And through the summer's heat and winter’s cold I keep my faith, and give Him all my praise. Lead Thou me on—Thy guiding hand sustains Despite assaults upon Thy virgin birth, And trusting Thee, my humble faith ’remains To guide and strengthen, all my days on earth. One step enough for me—I onward press In confidence that I shall reach the goal. In ev’ry season of my deep distress I know, with Thee, ’twill be well with my soul. The night is dark—but faith doth light each place, And I can see those mansions in the skies Where I shall meet my loved ones face to face If I but run my race and win my prize. And I am far from home—He leadeth me O’er moor and fen. so to His hand I hold Despite assaults, until my eyes shall see My Savior face to face, life’s tale well told. Out oj Today's Sermons _ J. S. Blaine, pastor of Cleaves Temple Central Methodist Episco pal church, Twenty-fifth and De catur streets, will preach this morning on “A Mad World, With Heason Being Restored." I sing the test from St. Mark 5:2, 3 and l.>, lie will say: The story of the Demoniac of fJada ra, cutting himself, raging and fum ing, is a very fitting picture of the world, in the period through which it has passed and is now passing. Man Is a world in miniature. The darkest day in this man empire was that day in Eden when this man kingdom went mad. The n.-ighty Ip n, the beast of the fields, denizens of the deep, birds of the uir. were his com panions, but when reason became d" throned and man became unmanned, they fled, flew end swam sway—they were afraid of him—man with reason dethroned is dangerous. The world in its madness has pass- j ed through many dark periods, and because of ils dementia has written Its history in human gore. A while ago the world had another hurst of mad ness. The world was plunged in darkness and 10.000,000 souls were snuffed out. besides a debt of $20 00" 000,000 as the heritage we must leave for our children’s children to liquidate How costly is this madness. Symptoms of madr#ss aie wresting the scriptures, denying the divinity of Christ, dancing marathons which the officers of the law had to slop, drink ing of poison hooch, dope addicts, speed mania, which exacted a toil of more than 7.000 precious lives and left 20.000 maimed for life, trying to beat the train across grade crossings,! and a thousand other things. This madness lends to the cemetery. Signs if returning reason are link s peace plan, the unification rtf spiritual forces, golden rule principle* applied to business, charity movements, world servlie programs, missionary enter prises, * the deepening spiritual life of thp church, and the grent wave of evangelism. These are but so many evidences of the spirit of Calvary’s laird and Savior going forth, brine ing the world to itself, clothing it in its right mind, at the Master's feet. Iii his sermon Sunday morning on "Tin* Bok Peace Program and Our IVace Program." Dr. Frank ti. Smith, pastor of First C entral church, will say in part: About one thing there ran he no difference of opinion today, and that is the world wide desire for universal and abiding peace: the fixed purpose that never again shall the pages of .vilix.ition be stained by the atrocit ies. burdens, blood, tears, sorrows, hat reds and heart aches of war. Those who followed the reports of the recent Student Volunteer convention in In dianapolis noted' that in that great gathering of college nnd university students from all over our country, only 150 out of 7.500 recorded their vote as believing that pence coul<| l»e brought about and maintained by force. This given tremendous im portance to that clause of the );<»k program whh h says: ’ The only kind of compulsion that nations can freely engage to apply to each other in the name of peace is that which aidses from conference, from moral judg ment. from full publicity and from the power of public opinion.” Those who expected from the Bok experiment some sort of a quick quack panacea for peace are dlsap pointed; those whose political prejudices ever outweigh their pa triotic i<y*,t!s ate keenly disappointed but to some of us who arc ac* ust<>med to try at least to "prove all thing** and lo hold fast that which is good." the Bok program looks like a splen did beginning toward effectual inter national co-operation for universal and unbroken peace. without nt ail utprrcuiting or un dervaltflng the good that ha* already l»e« n accomplished by a piece of inter national machinery of a limited na ture functioning under the name of the "League of Nation*." It *tUl r** main* an undeniable fact that In It* horning it wa^* projected into ;,n un fortunate political dl»cti*.*lon bv the error of men held in high esteem In both politb.il parties and that this fart, coupled with the further fact that It contained eertnin provision* that were very gravely questioned by quite a large percentage of the Amer ican people, brought our country Info a deadlock o\er it that could not be broken. The Mok program, it *cem* to me. quite ileailv point* the way out; I sec nothing ibout it that ought not to appeal to all peace loving American citizen* of whatever roe. religion or politics] affiliation It found* the great notes of conference, moral force, publicity, public opinion. Inter national law. international court*, tol NET AVERAGE PAID CIRCULATION for December, 1923, of THE OMAHA BEE Daily . Sunday . j Do** not include return*. le f t - ovft i, •ample* o» paper* epnlled in piintiuR and Include* no •pedal • ate* 01 tree circulation of any Wind V. A BRIDGE, Cir. M*r. Sul-Bit ihed and *wmn to befoie me ihi* 7th day of January. 1#24 W It QUIVI V. _ The Light Goes Out But Once Ity < atherine hlizaheth Hanson. The light goes out but once. Fife slowly fades away, Our eandle flickers out. And darkness ends our day; The Anal curtain drops. And man is dust once more; The earth receives them all— Jlinbraeeg rich and poor. The light goes out but once— The light behind the eyes; The soul's light never fails To burn, and never dies. And when the lifeless corpse Is placed upon the bier, The soul shall still march on While the crude dust lies here. Tlie light goes out but once: <di. keep it burning bright While yet you may, my friend, For swiftly comes the night; •And when the stein command Hid* you to cross the bar. Your soul's light will not fail To he your guiding star! eranen, brotherhood and many of the principle* that must he taken Into ac count in any world-wide endeavor tot universal peace. It n.a.v be imperfect, but It seem* to me to h<- a splendid i>egiiining: 1 have already voted for It ami 1 shall lend ray Influence as a public teacher in ■ rearing public sentiment in it* fa vor, believing that in so doing 1 am serving my Master, the great Prince of Peine. F’or l>e it remembered by all of u* that whatever cur plans or programs, they will hoar fruit only as they incarnate His Spirit and are car ried forward in all the strength, grace and gentleness of His wondrous and winning Avay. as revealed to us in His matchless words and noble deeds. Distribution. ' The unequal distribution of wealth leaves many people In a deplorable situation.” • ' I can't help it." replied Mr. Cuin rox. "and I don’t feel personally re sponsible. Tile way my wife and daughters s|>end money seems to me to give a w hole lot of people a chance to obtain some.”—Washington Siar. Happiness an the Farm —-By ELEANOR HINMAN. — A vision of the ideal American farm home and community was pictured by Alfred Vivian, dean of the Ohio Agricultural college, in hla address on "A Dream Worth D Seaming," he fore the Nebraska Home Economies convention at the University of Ne braska College of agriculture in Din coin last week. A new cuture, not solely borrowed from tho cities but centering about farm life and experience, was to he worked out in such communities. Teachers, pastors, and so forth were to be ‘'agriculturally minded" and specially trained for rural service, in stead of young city folk doing time until they could get the experience required for an urban position, or old fogies who had been broken out of gen-ire in the town. "The salvation of America," main tained the clear-eyed young farmers and housewives who peopled Mr. Vivian's dream community, depends on having a highly educated and in telligent typo of people in the Amer ican farm home. They must under stand not only farming but the prob ! lerns of their coun#y and their com munity. The farm home, "the central spot of the universe," was the point of departure for ^he dean s tour of the dream country. He pictured the old farmhouse of his boyhood trans figured by modern improvements and conveniences, electric-lit and steam heated. with all the advantages that these bring in their wake, from an electric washing machine In the cellar to vacuum cleaning. Hot and cold water are piped to all parts of the house, and his old bedroom has been transformed into a bathroom by which the Saturday night bath of painful memory has been converted into a pleasurable and daily occurence. This transformation has given the women of the household a little leisure which they have used in the improvement of their minds, from writing verse to directing community athletics. A big study is the (enter of th" home, and houses a good library with not only the best current books! on agriculture and home economics, I but also the world's best literature, i especially that which deals with rural life. This room is the scene of lively discussions and entertainments. On visiting the little white church at the cross-roads, the dean finds it torn down to make room for a larger 1 structure with manse attached. A surprisingly large audience liatens to t he young pastor expound an agri - ultural parable from the Gospel of I.nke, carrying on the Idea a little | further with illustrations drawn from the lore of Luther Burbank and other tfllREE NEBRASKA AND IOWA WOMEN WIN KMKA1 PRIZES. First prize in The Omaha Bee s essay contest on "Saturday Night | in a Srrstll Town" has tijeen * awarded to Mrs. M. R. Witherow of Palmyra. Neb., on the grounds .of the deep approbation and un- , derstanding shown. Mrs. Ida Smith Hutton of Ravenna, Neb., is given second prize because of the sincere air of community soK examinatlon. Third prize was won by Mrs. Alta Wren wick i Brown, w ho.-- sketch portrayed ! with poetic feeling the life of | Gienwood, la. -—~ When in Omaha Hotel Conant modern hortlrulturalista, but not neg lecting the spiritual lesson. He learns that the young preacher took a course at an agricultural college before going tu the theological seminary, as n part of his preparation for a life work as a country pastor. "Farmers are the easiest people in the world to preach to," confided this pastor. "They t- * :>ml the Bible better than anyone else, becau-e it is nearer to their own life. Uni you ever atop to think that eve,, recorded speech of .Jesus was m» outdoors, except his words at the last supper',' Besides, I have alwa \ believed that a man cannot really a good farmer unless he is a good Christian.’’ A centralized school with a teach erage near by is the next surprise which confronts the narrator. In charge is a "country-minded” man with an agricultural training. The teaching is informal, rigid discipline being done away %ith and each pupil treated as an individual. Emphasis is put on nature study, on boys’ and girls’ club work, on great literature which uses the farm as Its subject matter. Vocational agriculture is taught In high school. The dean’s next visit is to the Grange, which conducts a lecture course bringing interesting outside speakers, has moving picture pro grams. and encourages home drama tics, glee clubs, and recreation, and so forth. The Spice of Life "Is your husband very confidential with you?” “'Very. lie telle me everything he suspect* I've found out ebout him.”— Melbourne Punch. "What has become of the customs inspector?” "He tried to examine an elephant's trunk.—Louisville Courier-Journal. Teacher—Johnny, what is a fish net? Johnny—A lot of holes tied togeth er with a piece of string.—Life. "Are London fogs so bad?” "Pretty thick.” "How do vehicles get about?” "Oh, the first one through leaves a tunnel."—Judge. Business Is Better Great Increase in 1923 Over 1922. During 1923 the Occidental Building and Loan Association. 18th and Harpev, increased their asset? $2,199,152.54. It is altogether a very healthy indica tion of Nebraska’s business con ditions. The Occidental Build ing and Loan Association safe guards its patrons’ money by first mortgages on homes, and a contingent reserve fund now; amounting to $445,000 00. It pays a dividend of six per cent per annum quarterly. This Association is unique in the U. S. in that its reserve fund is so great in proportion to list - ■ bilities to its members. It ha^ resources amounting to $12. 043.429.92. The Occidental Building and Loan Association i? a mutual institution and one of Omaha's real assets. The Four-Fold Nature of Funeral Directing CAILY all of us speak lightly—even jestingly—of death. We know that eventually it must come to us—and to those we love. Yet when the Grim Reaper does strike, the blow is staggering. How greatly the trained Funeral Director softens that blow few of us stop to consider. But think what it would mean to you NOT to have him at your command! The Funeral Director's business is peculiar to itself—and is of a four-fold nature. First, he must have the skill required by law properly to prepare cases entrusted to his care. Without this skill con tagion would spread with terrifying speed. Second, he must, for short periods of time, act as a banker for his customer—paying out cash for many items, includ ing the burial plot, newspaper notices, limousines, etc. Third, he mtttt be a merchant, carrying a stock of goods peculiar to his business. It must be large enough to meet the requirement of man, woman or child. It must also be broad enough to meet the IMMEDIATE demands, not only of families of wealth, but also those of moderate means and those whose resources are limited. Fourth, he must perform a SERVICE of extreme refinement and care in the solemn hours when relatives and friends gather to pay the final tribute to the loved one for whom they mourn. Hoffman Service provides all these things—and many others—at any price you may wish to name. That price may be only $20—or it may be $5,000; but always the service has the perfection of detail and refine ment that Hoffmann provides. And the satisfaction of the price is as great as the comfort the service gives. , 4 A " — HOFFMANN FUNERAL HOME 24— and Dod^o St foot* Ambulant* Smic* 0 M A H A Plion* lackaocv 1901 "H 111 X K M V. X T \V 1 T 11 O FT i:\TR A 1' A G A N i KM Member by Invitation of the Xationai Selected Mortician,\ (Copyright Arr’i«*4 lor)