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The Sunday Bee MORNlN G—E V E N I N G—S UNDAY TUX BEX PrBLISHISG CO.. Publishers. MEMBER OF THE ASSOCIATED PRESS the Associated Praia, of which The Bee It a member. It excluilrelr f ah titled to the use for rt publican on of all newa dltpatehss credited to It or aoc otherwise credited In this paper, and alao tha local newa publlehed hereto. All rifhta of republlcatlons of our special dispatches ara alao reearred. BEE TELEPHONES Private Branch Exchange. Ask for tha Department A T I..*:, or Person Wanted. For Night Calls After 10 P. M.: A1 ™‘,c Editorial Department. AT lantis 1021 or 1042. 1000 OFFICES Main Office—17th and Famam Cv Bluffs ... IB Scott St. So. Side, N. W. Cor. 24th and N New York—286 Fifth Avenue • Wash ngton - 422 Star Bldg. Chicago - - 1720 Steger Bldg. HEART SONGS THAT LIVE. When the call is for “close harmony,” what ■trains do you expect to hear? “Old Black Joe,” or “My Old Kentucky Home,” to be sure. No “barber shop” tenor or "catarrhal” bass but feels at home with these. And if it is a ringing, rowdy song, just short of ribaldry, that is asked for, well, there comes up “Gwine to Run All Night,” or “Old Uncle Ned.” “Old Folks at Home,” ravishingly sw'eet in melody, has challenged the best efforts of the world’s great est singers. Whoever heard Nordica, pour out the liquid loveliness of her wonderful voice in those caressing strains and did not yield to their allure ment? Who has not solemnly intoned the somber measures of “Massa’s in the Cold, Cold Ground,” or chimed in tempo if not in tune with “Nellie Was a Lady?” Kentucky has just dedicated a memorial to the author of these and 163 other songs, among them “Come Where My Loves Lies Dreaming,” and many more of really high quality, Stephen C. Foster was but 28 when he died, a victim of dissipation, in a Bowery lodging house in New York. The story has it that when he wrote some of his best southern songs he had never been below Mason’s and Dixon’s line, and knew of the south only by hearsay, yft the tender ness of sentiment, the beauty of imagery, and the lilt of the soothing melody of Foster’s songs captured the heart of the south as well as of the world, and have lived because they have the quality that de serves to live. No song writer of the present day, or in the years that have intervened, has shown the fecundity of Foster. Irving Berlin, dean of “Tin Pan Alley;” Van Alstyne, Von Tilzer, nor any of their breed, take rank with Foster. Most of their songs were for the moment only, and one is forgotten as soon as another is brought forth. They pretend to no grace of permanence; perhaps Foster did not, but he did sound something that vibrates in the heart of men, and from “Zip Coon” to “Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming,” he weeded sentiment to lyric verse and happy or grave harmony, and won for his muse an immortality he may have missed. BURBANK FINDS A THANKLESS WORLD. "And ha pave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blade* of pras», to grow upon a spot of ground whope only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together." Thus did Dean Swift discourse upon a very prac tical topic, and his words have been glibly quoted ever since, but to wha* end? Luther Burbank, at the age of 74, feeling that his end is not far away, surveys sixty years of effort to improve plants for man’s use, and deplores the fact that his work has not brought the benefit it should. \\ hy not? Sim ply because man has declined to take advantage of what Burbank has presented to him. The public has listened to stories of the spineless cactus, has eaten of the hybrid fruits, and has gone its way, unimpressed by what Burbank has accom plished. He writes of himself and his labors: S “I have thirteen acres of land at Sebastopol, Cal., that would be worth to the world a billion dollars an acre If all of the new creallons upon this land were introduced to the world and put to use. I had sixteen acres at Sebastopol until I sold three acres a few months ago. It was sold to a ceme tery association and every plant on It Is being ‘ pulled up and burned so that the tract may be plotted for graves. Among the thousands of new and Improved varieties on this little three acre tract were more than forty new selected thornless blackberries that would have been worth $30,000 if they had been Introduced to the world. In addi tion, there were some thirty varieties of new hy brid roses from a selection of several thousands, a choice collection of some forty varieties of loquats. a large number of new apples, chestnuts, plums, peaches, nectarines, dahlias, and so on. "I am 74 years old. My strength Is good for my age, but it IS not what It used to be. 1 sold part of the Sebastopol experimental farm because I could not operate It. The remainder will have to be sold for the same reason. On the thirteen acres that are left at Sebastopol are 2,000 varieties of cher ries, 1,000 varieties of plums, 60 or 70 kinds of se lected chestnuts, between 300 and BOO varieties of pears and 50 or 60 varieties of quinces. There is also a walnut tree that, for many years, has pro duced each year $1,000 worth of walnuts.” This seems to disprove the prophecy made for the man who could produce the better mouse trap. Burbank did not build his cottage in a wilderness, nor has the world beaten a path to his door. Why we know not; we have Burbank’s word for it that he is old and discouraged, but does not want to see all he has been able to bring about’go for naught. He says: "When I am tired T sometimes feel that if the .world does not care if the beet varieties’of plant life the earth has evft* produced go to waste I don't rare either. But it will be a great loss to the world if the thousands of Improved varieties on the Se bastopol farm be permitted to go to waste. And they will go to waste unless somebody gives them the attention that I can no longer give." And, with three acres gone for a cemetery, an other man is trying to get three acres for a chicken ranch, and presently the entire Sebastopol farm will have disappeared, because Burbank no longer lives and toils and cross-breeds plants and flowers, to make their fruits or their blossoms more useful to man. He will live in name, hidden away In the encyclo pedia, and all because praise for his work has not taken on the form of practical adaptation. For ex ample, he once received an order for 10,000,000 walnut trees, to he delivered at the rate of a million a year for ten years. He could not fill the order, but might have supplied 65,000, which number was de clined. Mendel’s studies in heredity lay forty years in ob scurity, yet his law stands a cornerstone for biologi cal research today. Will Burbank have a similar his tory? Poking fun at the president does not detract from the showing made that the treasury has a surplus of $510,000,000 Instead of the deficit the democrats made so familiar. The man who rolled off the deck of the boat where he was sleeping and drowned must have been a sound sAteper, DRAMA IN THE FIELDS. A drama as big as all out doors is that of seed time and harvest. Ever since the dim beginnings of agriculture in the world of primitive days festivals have celebrated the planting and the gathering of the crops. Such institutions as Omaha's Ak-Sar-Ben and the county fairs have their roots in antiquity, as has also Thanksgiving day. It has remained for the tobacco growers of Ken tucky to add a really modern touch. In a natural amphitheater near Cynthiana 5,000 persons recently assembled to witness a pageant whose climax depict ed the success of their co-operative movement. In the days of antiquity there was not much to worry about after the harvest was in. The grapes were crushed into wine, the wheat and cheese stored for family use and the olives salted down in their jars. Not until long after the days of the Greeks did the problem of marketing become acute. With the ad vance of civilization same new complexities. A last act was put on the drama of the fields, and not al ways one with a happy ending. A glance at the plot of the pageant of tobacco, however, shows the joyous note of the harvest still remains. The story began when Sir Walter Raleigh, introduced tobacco in England in Queen Elizabeth's time. Tobacco was symbolized as the Princess Tobago, accompanied by a charter representing “Smoke,” her handmaiden. As the thle unwound the princess was made captive by hard times, a big red devil, aided by little red devils of despair, who vividly recalled the 1 cent a pound market of 1921, the year before the association was formed. The Princess Kentucky, was downcast in this scene, but in the next, after the Princess Co-Operation appeared, she was joyfully crowned with “Prosperity,” the ropes that bound the Princess Tobago were unleashed, the red devils, big and little, were banished and assurances of better schools, roads, churches and homes took their places. It is good for people to view their common lives thus as a graphic whole, and to dramatics the story of their daily round. Here on the prairies of Ne braska could be presented a pageant of wheat and corn that would be as thrilling and full of Interest as any play that holds the boards. Tragedy, comedy, adventure, despair, hope romance, wisdom, folly and every emotion known to man treads nature’s stage. The community that made an annual feature of the pageant of the grain would soon draw sightseers from every quarter of the land. WHY? Our hero is just past 3, and is standing on a stool, leaning against the wash bowl, while his grand dad is preparing to shave. “Dambad (which is 3-year-old for granddad), what you goin’ to do?” “I’m going to shave.” “Why?” “To get the hair off my face.” “Why?” “So that it will feel better.” “Will I have to shave?” “Some day you will.” “When?” “When you grow up to be a big man.” “Why?” “Because then you will have bristles growing all over your face.” “Why?” “Because all men have whiskers.” “Why?” “I can't tell you why." Business of applying the lather. “Dambad, you look just like the funny clown.” Stropping the razor follows. “Dambad, why do you do that?” “To sharpen the razor.” “Does that make the razor sharp?” “Yes.” “How does it?” . So it goes, all through the shaving process, and finally, when granddad puts a little bay rum on his shining phiz, 3-year-old asks why, and wants some on his. It was that way in the beginning. When the Neanderthal man sat down alongside a still pool, to pull superfluous hairs from around his eyes, that he might see better, one of his offspring crouched beside him and demanded to know why. Haeckel asserts that in his lifetime man repeats the experi ences of every generation that has gone before him, and so the youthful inquisitor is but reminding his mother’s father of the questions he asked his father, and on back to the beginning. Knowledge is not all born of experience. The greater part of it is passed from one to another, from mouth to ear, and the little boy who is eternally asking why only follows a natural impulse to find cut about things he doesn't understand, and grand dad knows this and is patient, for he also recalls what the grandfather felt of whom Riley wrote, “Since Little Wesley Died”—“An’ to think I used to scold him for his everlasting noise!” THE THINGS THAT PART THEM. “Until death do us part,” they promised each other, but in one day the district court dissolved the contract between them, and the pledge made when the vows of marriage were taken became mere lip 1 service. One husband complained his wife made him wash dishes and clean house. Nothing so awful about that, for many a man has done the same. A wife asserted her husband fussed and argued. They ail do. Another wife says her husband married her “for spite.” He ran away, and so did not enjoy his triumph to the full. A third wife says her spouse “nagged her.” Usually it is the other way around. A soldier pleaded his wife would not follow him to Texfvs, where the War department sent him. She may not bo to blame for not wanting to go to Texas, but should remember what Ruth said to Naomi, as an example of wifely obligation. One man admits he was a good husband, but says his wife left him, just the same. Maybe was too good. One wife pleads that her husband got drunk and abused her. This seems the best ronson pre sented. Another says her husband never supported her. This also sounds good. One husband was named Love, but his now ex-wife says he did not live up to his name, but threatened to cut her throat. Arguing was the great indoor sport of another hus band, who could keep up a debate until 2 or 8 in the morning, but would not work. And finally the list winds up with the story told by a wife of her husband’s refusal to support her. In all this list but few really good reasons are presented, and no one of them but might be subject to treatment. Students of div.orce might do well to examine these facts, and deal with them rather than with the actual number. Marriage is not regarded with sufficient seriousness when such a record can be obtained in a single court. Governor Bryan is rearranging and consolidat ing departments at Lincoln, but that doesn't seem to worry the democrats near as much as similar movements at Washington. Amundsen gives up his flight across the top of the world, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t do it. A Montana judge has ruled there is no limit on prescriptions. Now, catch your doctor. Summer would hardly he summer without a war between Greece and Turkey. Our notion of nothing to brag about is a heat record. The "third party" is twins. The Missouri —By JOAQUIN MILLER Where ranged thy black maned, woolly bulla By millions, fat and unafraid; Where gold, unclaimed In cradlefuls. Slept ’mid the grass roots, gorge, and glade; Where peaks companioned with the stars, And propped the blue with shining white, With massive silver beams and bars. With copper bastions, height on height— There wast thou born, O lord of strength! O yellow lion, leap and length Of arm from out an Arctic chine To far, fair Mexic seas are thine! What colors? Copper, silver, gold With sudden sweep and fury blent, Enwound, unwound, lnrolled, un rolled, Mad molder of the continent! What whirlpools and what choking cries From out the concave swirl and sweep As when some god cries out and dies Ten fathoms down thy tawny deep! Yet on. right on. no time for death. No time to gasp a second breath! You plow a pathway through the main To Morro's castle, Cuba's plain. Hoar sire of hot, sweet Cuban seas, Gray father of the continent. Fierce fashioner of destinies, Of states thou hast upreared or rent, Thou know’st no limit; seas turn back, Bent, broken from the shaggy shore; But thou, in thy resistless track. Art lord and master evermore. Missouri, surge and sing and sweep! Missouri, master of the deep. From snow-reared Rockleq to the sea Sweep on, sweep on eternally! Nebraska Artists and Authors □KBRASKA’S newly awakened pride and Interest In Its na tive artists and authors has at tracted attention In the east. The New York World, taking editorial no tice of the proposal for a Nebraska authors’ week, mentions the fame of Wllla Cather and John O. Neihardt, and then proceeds to some pertinent comment, as follows: “There are other writers in Ne braska—there must be, because there are writers everywhere—but they are not of the sort that appear before the mind's eye and leap to the up of the tongue when the state is mentioned. There are many writ ers of fair success who were born in Nebraska and who have identi fied themselves with other localities. Miss Cather herself lives in Green wich Village. Her ties with the soil of her stale are largely literary and reminiscent, tso it is with nearly all the boys and girls who come to New York from the middlewest. They come here in search of oppor tunity, just as Shakespeare went up to London and ambitious French men go to Baris. “But it would be better for Ne braska, better for New York and better for the country as a whole if the cream of the population did not drain so dirctly to one metropo lis. Too much talent is smothered in this city, while the middlewest suffers for lack of it. Yet if talent is to be kept at home it must be honored at home. That is the first step, and an Authors’ week in Ne braska is a hopeful sign." • • • The suggestion recently made in Tlie Omana Bee by Jack Bee, author of "Niobrara Waifs," for a poets nub, is valuable. Scattered here and there on the prairie* of Nebraska are a number of men and women of con siderable literary ability who would be greatly heartened if they could be brought together and given the op portunity for the exchanging of ideas. The lirsl reply to Mr. Bee is from Robert Worthington lJavie, th* "Homespun poet," who says: "People of various vocations have their societies which are significant as a privilege of getting acquainted and becoming familiar with the latent dis tinction of each Individual. These societies are a beneflt, both socially and Intellectually. "1 can not see why the poets of this community Bhould not profit by or ganizing a poets’ club, according to the f-uggtstion of Jack Lee. "If others are interested, perhaps it would be well for them to write The Omaha Bee, or communicate with Mr. Lee, since he seems to have been the sponsor of this idea, and with him as a center some definite step may be taken." Now let's hear from Carolyn Ren frew of Hastings and some of the women poets. Miss Renfrew, by the way, has recently issued a volume of verse, "Songs of Hope." as she has several other compositions, ranging from verse and drama to Juvenile stor ies, ready for publication. The open ing poem of her new book is the one which was swarded the prize in th* Omaha Women s Sres* club competi tion. Although one Nebraska newspaper expressed the fear that thera would he standing room only In Tha Omaha bee's ''Hall of Fame,'' yet there are conslantly coming up names of more Nehraskana whose work Is worthy of comment. On# of these Is Lily Kuegg Hutton of Fremont. Mrs. Button is not .only an accomplished pianist, but h.is also made an extensive study of bird songs. She has set many of these down In musical notation. There 1s no end of musical ability In Nebraska There is, for another. Frances Nash, an Omaha girl, who has won for herself a high place as one of the women pianists of the country. Miss Nash spent her early life In Omaha, where her mother and brothers and sisters reside and are prominent In various line* of en deavor. Miss Nash gained much of her mull cal education In Omaha before supple menting It with additional study both In America dnd in burope. Miss Nash , h:<s played with many orchestras both In America and burope and has made many concert tours from coast to coast. In private life she Is the wife of Colonel Watson of the United States army, stationed at San Antonio, I Tax. Marla Mlkova |s another Tint’ . Omaha n who has achieved a piomt nent place In the ranks of concert pianist*. Miss Mlkova went to the Omaha school*, through the high school. supplementing her school work with the study of music. When this was completed her teacher. A M. Borglum, took her to Wager Swayns In Tarls, with whom she also Studied for several years. Miss Ml kova became the assistant to Mr 8 wayne, and moved to America at the beginning of the war. Since then she has taught with Mr. Rwayne In New York and filled many concert engage, nients. • e e The campaign to raise funds for a portrait of Wlllla father to he hung! In the Omaha public library Is meet Ing with splendid success, pushed as It Is by prominent women of the elty. • • • T'r Hartley B. Alexander's address on "The Hebrew Contribution to the Americanism of the Future" hsa been published as a pamphlet by the Mnnorah society. tIAVE The Omaha Morning Her or The F.vrmng Bee mailed to you when on your vacation. Phone AT lantic 1000, ( irculation Department, l.-at__ _ Out of Today’s Sermons F. H. King, pastor Harford Memorial I'nlted Brethren church, will preach today on “The Way, the Truth, and the Life," as fol lows: “Jesua saJth unto him, 'I am the way, and the truth, and the life.' ” While the words of the Lord seemed puzzling to the apostles, they are very clear to us. For every great religion Is set about with a personality., Wherever you find worship, there Is the demand for the personality. Christ supplies man's need of a leader. No other teacher ever lived their teach ing as did Jesus. Then, Christ was more than a man, “He came from God.” Among men there are none who claimed so much, lived so much, and means so much to the world. The way back to the “Father" was beclouded and dimmed. Jesus came to open the way, and to make the way so plain that a fool might not err therein. He was not for the Jew, but for all races. He wv,s the great democratic leader of ah peo ples. He is not the way for a time, but for all time. There is no other way, for he that tries to climb up any other way is “a thief and a rob ber.” Christ gave us the truth about our selves, showed us what we were, and what we might become. His life Is our example. He said. He that hath seen me hath seen the Father." Christ was the true revelation of the Father. Christ taught men apart from Him, they were dead, "I am come that ye might have life, and have It more abundantly." We may take these words literal or spiritual, one Is as true as the other. If the world would only touch the hem of His garment today they would b« made whole. Bickerings, quarrelings, wars, all would vanish by the teachings of our Lord. If actually lived and practiced. No other man has been able to break the Bands of death ar.d say, "All power Is given Me, in heaven and earth." Last of all Christ Is the vine, and when the church or individual does not abide In the vine, he is none of His, and only a dead branch to be burned. If we abide In Him, we may "ask what we will and It will, be granted unto us." Pastor Titus Bang of Crus* l.utlu-ran church, Twenty-ninth and Spring streets, will preach on the subject. "Service of An cels.’’ He will say in part: When God tn the beginning created heaven and earth He made two kinds of creatures the visible and the lnvisi ble. The Bible tells us Colossians 1:1«, By Him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible." The foremost of the visible creature* Is man who •* not selfmade by a process of evolu tton, but Is created by God. The Bible informs us that God formed man from the dust of the ground snd breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man became a living being, created In the image of God. The foremost of the Invisible creatures ate the angels. Since angels cannot he seen they do not fail under the observation of the human eye sn<l human reason. Hu man science knows nothing of angels, as it only deals w*ith those creatures w hlch can be seen and with the force* of nature whose power and Influence can be dlsinetly observed and Is felt on earth. Our knowledge concerning angels we th»rfnre receive only from the Word of God. And since we know that the Word of God revealed in the Bible Is true we can truly say that by faith we have a definite knowledge of the angels and their works. From the Bible we learn that angels are spirits, personal, Intelligent beings without a body, snd therefor* net seen except when by God's command they take on the form of man aa has hap pened on varloua occasions as the Bible Informs us. The good angels w-ho have not left their first estate are holy spirits, without sin. snd forever confirmed in their bliss, for they live snd dwell In heaven where they always behold the Ltfa wai not all a round of politic! and consequent animoaitlea in the early days of The Bee Edward Rose water had the true editorial instinct, and sought to give hla paper variety, that its readers might be entertained as well as instructed. He carefully selected the miscellany that went Into the paper, and gave personal attention to the collection of minor items, which he grouped under appropriate headings. One of these symposiums follows: "CONNt BIALITIES.” "A man accused of bigamy said his only fault was his appetite for spare ribs. •'On dlt: That Major Pauline Cush man will soon assume the hymeneal yoke, "A western jury recently brought In a verdict of 'justifiable breach of promise.’ "There are 450 revolutionary widows left. Here Is a chance for those men who pant for a wife .of the good old days. "An affectionate wife In New Al bany, Ind., made her husband a pres ent of all his store bills duly receipted. "The girl that jilted the gorgeous Stanley in other days is passing the present nights on the Kansas City stage In tights. "At a Washington wedding recently the groom wore black kid gloves and married the bride with a diamond ring. "Mme. Thallberg has obtained per mission to keep her late husband's emhaimed body in a glass case at her father's villa near Naples. "A Louisville young man was rather | nervous at hie marriage ceremony and handed the minister his washer woman's bill instead of the license "An old woman named Christina] Mack, who was recently burned to death in a shanty In LaSalle county. Illinois, was the survivor of 10 bus bands. "Senator Alcorn Is now living with ] his third wife, and 21 children can now proudly exclaim, 'My father is a sena tor from Mississippi.' "Upon the marriage of Miss Wheat of Virginia, an editor hopes that her path may* be flowery, and that she may never be thrashed by her hus band. “A Scotch shepherd named Cameron. “• years of ace. was recently made the happy father of a fine toy. the fourth since his marriage six years ago. "We once heard a woman of the world sav: The estate of widowhood is inconvenient, for one must have all the modesty of a young girl without being able to feign her ignorance.' "An Iowa country squire concludes the marital knot ceremony thuslv: 'Them that the court hath joined to go"her, let no man put asunder, "but suffer the little children to come unto them,” so help you God.’ " face of the Father which Is In heaven They are mighty spirits excelling in strength who In uncounted numbers and in a certain order and rank sur round the throne of God and sink praises unto the M st High. That is their principle offlce. Put they are also ministering spirits. They are his angels, messengers, to man on earth who have often brought important messages to His people. And they are also dispatched for the service of Christian people who fear the Lord and walk in His ways according to H:s Word. An angel of the Lord re leased Peter from prison, and the Bible tells us: The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear Him and delivereth them " Ps 34:7. "He shall give His angels charge over thee to keep thee In all thy ways. They shall bear thee up In their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a atbne.” Ps xci. 113 2. Precaution. The amateur who goes Into the chlrkcn business to make money should erect his building so It may be readtly converted into a garage — Canton News. Badly Needed. Above all the other crying needs of the twentieth century, we learn. Is a place to picnic that the-owner of a new sedan can reach without scratching the body any to speak of.— Grand Rapids Press The Vose Small Grand A Baby Grand which embraces all the up-to date features neces sary in making a piano of quality and beauty —priced at only $885 The Vose small grand meets the retirements of these times. It is small in size, thereby occupying little space —yet its volume of tone has not been sacrificed. It oc cupies no more space than an upright piano and costs lit tle more. Come in tomorrow and let us demonstrate this wonderful instrument. Sold On Convenient Terms A.ljospedio. 1513-15 Douglas Street Your Old Home and Mine Tour old home and my old home, How those joys and pleasures thrill. How the flood* of childhood memories Of that old place linger still. We can see the little cottag* With its clinging Ivy vine, And our thoughts go rushing back ward, To your old home and mine. There’s the little fenced In garden. Where the pretty roses grew, With Its hollyhocks and larkspur, And, the purple pansies too. We can almost hear the cowbell In the pasture lot nearby. As tve'd drive old brlndle homeward, In the evening, you and I. Why It almost makes one startle When he thinks he hears the yell Of the boys down In the meadow. When they heard the dinner bell. How they'd grab that old pump handle How they'd make the water fly. And rush In to the table At that old home, you and I. You’d see the same old milk house Over by the willow spring. You could hear the birds a singing From the tree tops where they'd swing. And. perchance the same odd flshpole With its line and rusty hook. And the path that leads down yonder To the quiet shaky brook. Where the jay, the wren, the brow* thrush. And the saucy bob-o-link Would stir up such commotion That one could scarcely think Still you’d watch that old cork bobber Dancihg in the bright sunshine Till some fish would pull her under, And you’d land him just In time. Then you’d stroll back through the meadow While the evening shadows fell. With the moon just slowly rising There'd be the same old spell; When through the cottage window The candle light would shine. To mark the day’s quiet closing, In your old home and mine. When the day was ended. When the evening's work was o’er, We'd stretch our tired bodies l-'pon the carpet floor. Can’t you see that bright old carpet? Can’t you see the grandpa clock? Daily Prayer Great is Thy faithfulness—Lam. i 23. May we never forget to be thankful to Thee, our Father. Thou dost daily load us with benefits. Thou art con tinually planning for our welfare; yet we are Indifferent to Thy great good ness. We pray, and our prayers are answered, (but we forget often to say. "Thank ypu.” Make u* more mindful of The*. of our dependence upon Thee, and of Thy readiness to supply all our needs. Then may we do m' re than speak our praise; may we live our praise, and show our love to Thee by our acts. Be present with us In our home. Teach us to trust Thee, to listen to Thy Word, to do Thy will. Teach us the joy of serving Thee. When doubt disturbs us. may we have a vision of Thee that will take away all dis tress Forbid St that we should darken , the days of others by doubting words, i Forgive our sins, and make us more ! earnest In prayers, in gifts, in service. Let our home be a center from w hich blessings go out to neighbors near and far. And show us how-to live al ways to the praise of Thy Holy Name. Amen. JOHN T FAF.TF V D . Philadelphia. Pa. NET AVERAGE CIRCULATION for MAY, 1923, of THE OMAHA BEE Daily .73,181 Sunday .80,206 Doe# not include return*, left over*. sample* or paper* spoiled in printing and includes do special •ale*. B. BREWER. Cm. Mgr. V. A. BRIDGE, Cir. Mgr. Subscribed and sworn to befor* ms this 2d dsy of June. 1923. W. H QUIVEY. (Seal) Notary Public You'll never *ee one like It. Though you walk a country block. Perhape your mother1* waiting. Sitting In the eame old chair. And you can find the footstool And feel her finger* through your hair. Then a* In day* of childhood. All your worries you'd reelgn, To share again those comfort* Of your old home and mine. You may have your stately mansion, With all It* fuss and frill Still 1 know there1* nothing In It, That will cause you half the thrill Of a trip hack to the old home With Its clinging Ivy vine. And that old fashioned garden Of your old home and mine. WALTER C. NTE, Ogallala, Neb. LISTENING IN On the Nebraska Press A New York apartment house for bachelors has illuminated keyholes. The owner of the building Is one New Yorker who has no misgivings vhat prohibition is going to prohibit.— Norfolk News. The old fashioned girl who used to ‘dance until the cows come home" has now delivered the palm to the one who marathons until the calves are all In.—Kearney Hub. Henry Ford s political machine might have a self-starter, but we doubt If It will have the staying qual ities.—Leigh World. Ku Kiux Klan takes occasion to criticise the ' petting parties" which are said to be a social diversion in Lincoln In Lincoln! Why, the very Idea!—Nebraska City Press. Governor Bryan has already dis covered that only slight reduction of public tax<--s can be effected by cutting s'ate levies, and that counties, cities and school districts must also fall In line If there is to be a great reduc tion in cost of government.—Kearney Hub. "The cow does not blow her own horn,” declares an erudite and ob serving newspaper paragrapher. She does not, but she chews the cud an awful lot, and frequently gets fresh.— Nebraska City Press. NO DROPS * f am often asked. “Do you use drops in your examination T* The an* ssrer is NO. Our system of EYE EXAMINATION doe* not requ're the use of drops. We believe them absolutely unnecessary and often injurious except in cases of d ‘eased eondition. There are no ill effects nor uncomfortable feeling after our examinations. BIFOCAL LENSES Distance and near vision both in one lens. $7.00 The large round SbeHtex spectacles or eye g s*«es either for DISTANCE OR NEAR WORK. $6.00 Same service in our South Side Store Flitton Optical Company 13th Floor. First National Bank 24th and N Sts., South Side JA. 1953. MA. 0784 15% Reduction ON EVERY Refrigerator IN STOCK Here is your opportunity to buy that needed refrigerator at a substantial saving. Prices will not be lower later in the season. We urce early buying, as we are limited on some sizes. Peerless Refrigerator Two-door style. 90 th. capacity. White enamel Inside. Min eral wool insulation. Regular price JiO.OO, special— $32.00 Peerless Refrigerator ,1'wo-door style, 110 !b. capacity, 18 inches w t d e. 20 inches deep and 57 nche* high Regu ar price 8iS.75. spe •ial— $37.35 Peerless Refrigerator 8-door style. Peerless, 95 lbs capac ity. Removable sanitary drain •rap, white enamel throughout, min ■ al wool insulation. Regular price *50.00. special This Sale Includes Peerless, Seeger and McCray Boxes ESTAIU-IStlKP ieas 1 Mi iton Rogers AND SONS IVCOMPANy Hardware • Household L'tlhh«J 1515 HARNEY ST.