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Agreeing with the truth of the statement that at all times there has been a yearning in the hearts of men for a cessation of warfare, we believe it to be true also that never in the history of the world has this sentiment been so general as it is today. Everywhere there is at least a professed aversion for war, and statesmen, philosophers, teachers and lead ers of thought are seeking a basis on which may be erected some form of structure that will contain the aspirations of all nations and enable them to main tain friendship and harmony of effort for the gen eral good of all mankind. !■ “Can Christianity stop war?” When that ques tion once was asked Phillips Brooks, he replied, “It has never been tried.” Some are now willing to give it the test. The Christian citizenship conference, that lately met at Winona, Ind., where 6,000 representatives of the religious, commercial, industrial and educational world discussed the problems, decided that “the time has come to try Christianity as a remedy for the world’s ills.” In the message this conference sent out to the world it is stated: nations are accountable to the same Christian principles as Individuals; the nation is an intelligent moral entity which God holds responsible for the use of sovereignty and authority; God's judgment can be averted only by national re pentence and obedience to the laws of love; because nations have held themselves above all moral law, present day world conditions are chaotic.” The application of this is going to be less easy than its formulation, for getting back to the teach ings of Christ is not such a simple process. It will require a general change in the ways and habits of men, in their behavior and their thought. “Less of self and more of service,” was the ringing motto that moved the nation to its great sacrifices during the war, and yet is the guide for many. Enough, however, have departed from its spirit to make it very hard for the rest to follow along the path that seemed so plain. How to win all into the way that leads to understanding and peace is the problem. Glenn Frank, writing in the Centry, on the gen eral phases of this great problem, in which all man kind is interested, says: “Hounded free lance that He was, berated, be trayed and beaten by the fundamentalists of His own time, Jesus would be ill at ease in reading the theological pronouncements of that over-doctrinized Christianity which has for centuries usurped the place, misinterpreted the prinicples and maladmln lstered the influence of His essentially simple relig ion, which was and is not only personally regenera tive, but socially revolutionary.” Maybe this is what Phillips Brooks meant, and surely it expresses what the Winona conference had in mind, the simple religion of Jesus, not the clash ing of creed on creed, for the setting up of peace and concord among men under the law of love. “ONE TOUCH OF NATURE” AGAIN. Somehow the heart warms up a little to this story irom California. A little crippled boy fell into the swift running Yuba river, not far above a thirty-foot fall. He was swept over and drowned, and his body was retained under the waters. Of course his mother mourned and refused to be comforted. Her little son was dearer to her because he was crippled and needed her help. That is a way with mothers—they are drawn more closely to such of their offspring as may be afflicted in any way. And this mother longed that her son’s little body be restored to her, that Bhe might give it burial. Two weeks after the accident, the bruised and lifeless corpse of the dead lad was tenderly laid away. No, it was not a miracle that came about to induce the deep pool under the falls to yield up its prey. The funeral was held because a corporation intervened. Workmen were engaged in preparation to harness the water of the river and turn its waste power to useful purposes. Engineers on the job asked permission from the “big bosses,” and got leave to recover the body if they could. Accordingly, a new channel was prepared and the stream turned into it temporarily, so the falls dried up, and the mother’s heart was comforted, just because human sympathy is not dammed up when men set about to dam up a river and make money produce more money. The incident has its little lesson. In a world where everybody is busy, too much occupied it seems with personal affairs to have great concern about their neighbor’s, when an emergency arises the primal impulse to helpfulness springs anew into ac tion, and a great, generous work is done. As long as this is true, man is not beyond redemption. JUST A LITTLE HOP. Thirty years ago the “999” ripped off 112 miles an hour, and set the world talking. Distance was being annihilated, Old Father Time was getting the worst of the contest. Eighteen hours from Chicago to New York was the rule, and perhaps even farter time would be made. Developments shove4 that schedule back two hours, and even that is sometimes lengthened by events that laugh at the locomotive, no matter how speedy it may be. Salute the monoplane. Thursday night at II o’clock one left Chicago, carrying seven passengers, and Friday morning at 8:30 landed them in New York, and the passengers claim they slept all the way. Anyhow, they were asleep when they reached New York. Possibilities herein disclosed exceed by far any the race of the ”999' may have conjured up. A seaplane is carrying “commuters” from New port to New York in an hour and a half, a journey the railroad trains take eight hours to accomplish. Of course, only a few use the new methof of trans portation, as only a few will bo accommodated by the flying ships between Chicago and New York. That is for the present, however. In time the service is certain to be made available for all who care to tra'el that way. Thus tho thousand miles that stretch sut between the two great cities of tho country, the sand dune, the prairie, the lake shore, the mountains, the (leneseo, Mohawk and Hudson valleys, with their wonderful history and charming scenery, become just a little hop, a few hours spent in going to sleep in Chicago and waking up in New York after an ordinary night of rest. Where will we turn for a real thrill? SCHWAB AND THE RICH MANS SON Charles M. Schwab, who worked himself up from a job in the material yard of an iron mill to the posi tion of one of the world magnates of steel, and who once drew a salary of a million dollars a year, whether he earned it or not, has just delivered him self of an opinion as to the sons of wealthy men. Testifying in the suit against Charles W. Morse, he said: "I told "Charles W. Morse that relatives were no good in business. Most rich men's sons won't work like I want people to work' ft>r me." Probably, if the full truth were' known, not many men willingly work «s Charles M. Schwab wants them to. It Is human nature not to, and that ex plains why there is only one Schwab and several mil lion others who are just one jump ahead of the poor house. To get to the point, however, Mr. Schwab’s judgment as to relatives in business is not to be taken too seriously. The Rothschilds might be cited as an example on the other side. As to the sons of rich men working, when Jay Gould’s will was read, it was found that he had left $7,000,000 to his son, George, to pay for services rendered. George Gould, toiled in his shirt sleeves in his father's office, drew his salary, and went quietly about his business, and the shrewd old finan cial giant valued his services at almost as much per year as the steel trust paid Schwab. Many another rich man’s son has worked, steadily and faithfully under his father or for some other employer. Omaha can furnish numerous examples of how relatives have gotten along very well in business to gether, and of the sons of wealthy men who have made good for themselves. Indolence is not the ex clusive portion of the rich, nor zeal -4or labor that of the poor. Variations in human nature are not marked by dollar signs, but it is quite true that the lazy man is apt to be a poor man, while the indus trious and thrifty always has the chance of acquiring wealth. k ACTING VERSION OF ROBERT E. LEE. John Drinkwater has done it again. This time he has made a drama of Robert E. Lee, and his Eng lish followers are much more enthusiastic over it than they were over his efforts to dramatize Marie Stuart or Oliver Cromwell. This is very likely for the good and sufficient reason that they are no better posted on Lee than they were on Lincoln, and the idealization of the author appeals to them. It will probably appeal to Americans, much as “Abraham Lincoln” did, and for no other reason. When Mr. Drinkwater was in Omaha a couple of years ago, he very frankly admitted that he was not writing history, he was writing plays. If history does not wholly agree with his story, so much the worse for history. Mr. DrinkWater blandly knocks the records endways when he takes up the making of a drama with a great historic character as its cen tral figure. We are not so sure but he is doing a real service in this pursuit. In the case of Marie Stuart, he supplied a clear enough reason for the erratic actions of that lady, whose amours form the background for his play. Oliver Cromwell is lifted out of a maze of conflict, and walks and talks like a man, rather than a demigod. “Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country’s blood,” was visioned by Drinkwater in the opening act of the play, and the sorely perplexed leader is portrayed at the end, but history has done its work too well in England to permit a modern poet to make much headway against hard set impressions. In dealing with Abraham Lincoln, Mr. Drink water had rather an easier job. This great Ameri can had not receded so far down in the corridor of time but he could be well recalled by many living Americans, while the English never did and do not now know him very well. Actual historic facts were not allowed to stand in the way, but at that the record was not so greatly distorted as to call for any severe condemnation. Robert E. Lee is said to be treated much in the same manner as Lincoln, al though one American reviewer begs to remind Mr. Drinkwater that Virginia was not the only southern state involved in the war. Those of us who recall some of the American war dramas, “Shenandoah,” "The Heart of Maryland," "Secret Service,” and the like, will have little occasion to censure any foreign writer on this score; although Augustus Thomas did move the scene of his post-war drama, “Alabama,” to another scene, and gave us Talladega instead of Richmond. The new drama is promised an early production in America, where the interest aroused by “Abraham Lincoln” is expected to continue to the benefit of “Robert E. Lee.” A MAN AND HIS DOG. Where or when it began nobody knows, and his tory is silent on the point. Yet somewhere it start ed. Away back yonder, in the dim beginning of things, a skin-clad figure might seen, slowly making his way across the landscape and after him trudged \yhat looked like a wolf but really was a dog. Some where before this, in the mysterious process of na ture, there had been a division in the primeval wolf pack, and some of them grew up to be friends and companions of men, and some to be enemies and pests. No matter where it started, or who was first to feel the new impulse, the bond between a man and a dog has ever been one to cite as an example of fidelity, trust,confidence and love. Usually, the boy and the dog are celebrated, but thpjt affection ia not to be mentioned alongside the partnerships that ex ist when that boy has grown up and is fully capable of definite and lasting attachment. Senator George G. Vest knew this, when he uttered hia famous panegyric: ‘'Gentlemen of tha Jury: The one absolute un selfish friend that man can have yi this selfish world, the one Ihnt never desert* him. the one ttist never provea ungrateful nr treacherous, t* ht« dog.” And Pope, in his “Essay on Man," wrote of the chap who looked forward to meeting hia canine com panion again in a happier world, where they never would part. So other poets have noted the bond, until now it ia a commonplace. It ia no wonder, then, that Omaha dogs come to bear names such as were discovered by the inquiring reporter, who ex amined the register and reported on the fact. Dogs thus distinguished not o«ih» bear the affection and esteem of their masters, but afe distinguished 4iy names that commemorate the hero or heroine moat regarded at the time. Yet it will he a safe guess that the dog is seldom called by the title under which he is set down at the license bureau. Freeman R. Conaway, just dead, was one of the men who gave Iowa Journalism its high standing. He belonged to the later days of Hatton, Clarkson, Swalm, Irish, Junkin, Hartman, Claggett, Walker, Hull, Eichelberger, and others, and carried-on the tra ditions of that powerful group of thought leaders. If ever there was a golden age in Iowa, it was when these men were discussing issues and weighing candi dates. Wall, Alaska had a good going ovaa The Lantern By IION MARQIJ8. We Move to Amend. Old wine the poet onge extolled— Port, Tuscany, Champagne,, Ma deira; Alas! Such phrases leave us cold In this morose and arid era. Yet. since a mournful rest they bring To Volstead's parched and thirsty victim, 'No satire at the bard I'll fling. But Just accept his tuneful dictum. Old books, if I recall aright. This self same skald was wont to treasure; A well-thumbed tome, an easeful night— He asked no greater Joy or pleas ure. And sooth, as I have found full oft, His words were reasonable and true ones— Since paper prices soared aloft It cost too much to buy the new ones. Old friends—but here, my worthy wight, I raise objection most emphatic. I have but little appetite For rheumy eyes and Joints rheu matic. Too soon this brief existence ends; Reminders of our fate are plenty. Avaunt, grim sprite! In choosing friends I'll take mine feminine—and twenty. —T. O. On Looking Out of the Window. We are not one of the sophisticated folk who And a railroad Journey tire some. The simple pleasure of look ing out of the car window suffices to make an adventure of It for us. We never used to take much pride In this. We supposed everybody en joyed looking out of the window. In our early youth It seemed not unrea sonable to us that persons of afflu ence should travel solely to indulge themselves In this delight. This theory we confided to a cousin, a girl. She assented and said she liked to watch the telegraph poles race past and Imagine that from one of them might be suspended a great sword of marvelous keenness and Just before the train reached It the con ductor would shout “Heads Out!" Whereupon all the passengers on that aide of the car would be de capitated neatly and all their heads piled up In a heap beside the track. That was altogether too robust meat for us. It was a long time before we asked any one else If he didn't like to look out of the window. In fact, we can't remember putting that ques tion to anybody since, euch was the horror inspired by our sanguinary cousin. We have gathered, how ever, from Information that was vol unteered by those with whom we have discussed the pleasures of railroad travel that our passion was a unique one. That’s one reason we mention It. The other reason le obvioue. But we continue the childish pas time quite heedless of the rest of the world. Mentally we depopulate the countrvsldj we are racing through, reclothe It In Its primeval forest and people It with Indians and wild beasts As a child we did this vaguely and Inadequately. Now. with the aid of John Fiske and the srant remnants of a smattering of geology, we can jump clean back to the age of Ice In the few seconds In which a landscape flashes past. The possibilities are almost unlim Ited, the more so as one never has long enough to All In the picture so that he need worry himself about de tails. There Is Just the glimpse of a dark, barbaric figure shoving a bark canoe Into some Bomber lagoon, the whisk of a deer's tall over some wooded crest as a bowstring twangs on the slope below, or the ponderous march of mammoths with scimitar like tusks through the rank weeds of a marsh. The pictures come and go as swiftly rs though thrown on a screen and with as little mental ef fort on our part. Perrivnl and the Punch. Perclvul eurlbbles whole reams of stories For all of the fiction magazines; Pen-pushing Perclval simply glories In ' punch" and "color” and foreign scenes. Perilous ventures and marvelous travels, Escapades much to be wondered at— Perclval all of this stuff unravels .Safe In his Madison avenus fiat. PercivaJ's yarns are simply dripping With strife and turmoil and human gore: Down every page the knaves come tripping, Blood guilty reprobate*, score on score. Great indeed Is his skill In painting Scenes all cluttered with maimed and dead— Percy himself would be nigh to faint ing If he had to sever a chicken's head. PercivaJ's heroes ars doughty fellows. Each of them built like a true white hope; Necks like pillars and chests like bel lows. Arms with tendons like stout hemp rope. Varied and weird are their feats of valor. Great are their conquests on land and sea— Perclval owns to s scolarlr pallAr; Perch-si's stature Is five feet three. Perclval writes of the elemental. Raw. rough, red blooded facts of life. Thereby garnering food and rental And gowns and lists for his pam pered wife. "Ufa with the pack and the lone camp fire; Stripped of convention and un afraid"— Percy yawns, as he plans to hire A Paris chef and a new French maid. —T. O. Ill Winds. Poets like spring In the springtime, And autumn don't suit 'em at all I'nless It begin* In September And continues all during the fall. Winter 1s never quite winter Unless It appears when it should, Aqd»sumi»er has get to be timely Or else it Isn't- much good But It's awful good news when the weather Is "Ire and snow for July.” And tha reporters can writs little pieces About "Picnickers frozen: nmv die " — Hud. A man M year* old a resident of Dover. N. .1 . lost hi* life In « fall from > cherry tree which It had been hi* custom to climb every fourth of July. \V» all hove our cherry trees, hut moat of u* fall before we are II yaura old Very few families can afford skelc tons In their closets these da\* . . . an apartment with a cloaet big enoiiffh to hold a skeleton coats ISO a month more rent DON MAliqUm Tea, tha Miaaourl river fleet once amounted to something in tha com merce carrying line. From Th* Omaha Bee of April i, &!7t, we gat this information. "RIVER NEWS.” "The steamers Key West, Far West and Josephine expect to get away from Yankton for upriver with freight the first of next week. "The rise in the river at Yankton haa partially broken up the Ice and the citizens are watching for It to move out, which it Is liable to do at any moment. "Capt. Andy Johnson has taken command of the Millie Peck, and Capt. John A. Williams Is expected to command the new C. K. Peck. Cap tains Haney and DeVlard are on the Katie Kountze. • "The steamer Carroll, Capt. Tim Burleigh, J. Q. A. Parr, clerk, and W’llliam Massey and Tony Schwaab, pilots, left St. Louis for Fort Benton on the 1st with a small amount of freight, the balance of the trip to be taken on at Yankton and Bismarck. "The St. Louis Republican of the 1st says: 'The Benton being under way, John C. Barr, her clerk, left yesterday by fast train, to overtake her If possible. The fact Is, It started off like a deer. Improvements have been made in the Benton's wheel and machinery, and It is now one of the fastest boats on any river.’ "The Benton draws three and one half feet ofVater, having 275 tons of freight and 20 passengers when It left St. Louis. Every pound of cargo Is for Benton, the head of navigation. Joe Garneau's cracker boxes were conspicuous In the cargo. Joe Ohlman and Ben Jewell are Its pilots. "Captain John Todd haa reached St. Louis from Yankton, to take charge of the E. H. Durfee. and that boat arrived from Pittsburgh the same day with 710 tons of freight. It was billed to leave for the head of navigation yesterday. Captain Todd s talented son, Josephus, goes on the Josephine this season." A week later the marine reporter got busy again, and published this further Information: "The steamer Durfee Is expected here this afternoon, enroute from St. Louis to Fort Benton. "The C. K. Peck will be here early next week. "The Nellie Peck left St. Louis for Fort Benton last Saturday morn Ing, the 8th. Capt. Andy Johnson Is in command: John Hanna, clerk, and Jo Fects and Bob Wright, Jr., pilots. It has 285 tons of freight on board, and draws three and one-half feet for ward and 30 inches stern. A portion of Its freight Is for Leavenworth. Omaha and Sioux City. At the latter point It will take on 40 tons for Ben ton. It has also 10 passengers for Benton. Passage from St. Louis to that point Is from 160 to 175, and freight 2 cents per pound. "From the mouth of the Missouri river to Omaha the distance It 686 miles, from Omaha to Sioux City, 175 miles: from the mouth of the Missouri river to Fort Benton Is 2 663 miles. "The new steamer Bozeman, built expressly for the trade, will leave St. Louis for the mouth of the Pig Horn, the head of navigation on the Yellow stone. and all Intermediate ports, on April 15." “Uncle Warren" in Canada Vancouver. B. C . Aug. 28—(Special Telegram.)—The Vancouver Sun. under the caption, “United States Lucky In Harding.” says editorially: "America's president created a very favorable impression with Canadians, there Is no question about It. For reasons of heritage anil for sentimen tal reasons. Canada will always be part of the British Empire, but that should not prevent Canadians from seeking full advantage of the fact that the North American continent forms a single commercial trading unit and that Americans sre our good friends and neighbors. The man who stepped ashore at Vancouver and In 12 hours won the people of Canada was hardly the man Canada expected. From Dnltid States press reports Canadians had been led to believe that the president was simply a figurehead, placed In office through political com promise. Our unsolicited advtee to those Americans who have any such Idess Is that they get acquainted with their president Free from the Influ ence of republican 'pats' and demo fWhtle 'tail* ' and having only good will to ask and receive, the Canadian public were able io take full measure of Warren Harding da a man The president got through the heads and hearts of Canadians with his homely truth that the beet citizen was the one you were friendly enough with to go and borrow a couple of eggs from A man with common sense enough to talk that kind of language and whose life proves that ho means what he says, Is nut the man who will lose his head because wheat goes up or down 5 cents, is not the puhllc demagogue who Is one day psnderlng to class and the nest day to mass He Is the kind of a man people bxik fop when things get In a nio»s Just now the world Is fed up with alleged super men as lenders and Is looking for the Harding type Canada believes the United Slates Is lucky tn Harding " NET AVERAGE CIRCULATION for Juno, 1923, of THE OMAHA BEE Daily . 72,799 Sunday., 77,783 Does not Include returns. left over*, temple* or papers spoiled In printing and includes no special sales. B. BREWER, Gen. Mgr. V. A. BRIDGE, Cir. Mgr. Subariihod and anrnrn In hafota ma thla Tth day of July. 1031. W. H QUIVEY, (Snail Notary Public Boswell to Omaha j -By T. W. M’ClIUiOtOH. Sorenson's latest edition of "The Story of Omaha” brings down to date the narrative he began collecting over half a century ago. and presents In an entertaining form much information, major and minor, as con cerning the life of Osnalta and the men who made the pity come up out of the wilderness. Since 1872, he can say, as did »t. 4>ul; vAll of which I saw, and part of which 1 was.” For he began his career as a newspaper man here In 1872, as city editor of The Omaha Bee, and so has the .great ad vantage of knowing the Inside story of many of the incidents and events since that time. In this fact Is the chief value of the Sorenson narrative; he has followed the advice of Othello, has sought to extenuate nothing nor aet down aught In malice, and the reault Is an easy running tale of tbe growth of the city, embellished with racy ac counts of pioneer incidents or more sober narration of serious episodes Acquilnted as he was and Is with the bulldera of the community, knowing their public and private lives, he has been enabled to put them before the reader as human beings, filled with ths Importance of the parts they were playing In a great and ambitious un dertaking. Beginning’with the Indians. Mr. Sor enson follows closely In chronological order the progress of the city from Its foundation until now. He deals with the great enterprises that exist here, the newspapers, the railroads, the commercial enterprises, the Industrial concerns, and all In order, and pre sents a vast amount of Information, served In a chatty, easy manner of expression. Through It all runs the personal touch, ao that on each page there comes up vividly a picture of some one or another of the men whose Uvea have been part of that of ths alty This Is In addition to the personal sketches and biographical „ matter which fills a considerable portion of the book. Old-timers who remain, and tnere are many, will enjoy the book because of the many picture* of the past that will be conjured up by reading It* pages, and the later comer* will be Interested and entertained through be coming acquainted with the manner of men who were here at the start, and who endured the tolla and priva tion* of early day* to become great and wealthy aa the community progressed. The name* of Kountze, Barlow, Caldwell, Hamilton, Drake, Millard. Redick, Poppleton. Hanscom, Roeewater. Miller, Kuhns, Estabrook, Strickland, Dodge, Jones, Durant, Balcombe, Kennedy. Deane. Lake. Wakeley, Neville and others that run through the pages are full of sig nificance for anyone familiar with the history of the city, and should hold Interest for all who are concerned In knowing of the past as well a* the present of the town. The name of Borenaon deserves a little attention, for the author of this work has tolled early and late with the city of his choice for more than half a century. His long career as a newspaper reporter, manager and editor has given him qualifications peculiarly essential to the successful carrying out of th» work he has Just presented to the public. It 1* the third of his ventures in this field, each of his former two volumes being prized for their contents, and the third should become as popular as either of Its predecessors It contains TO" pages and 225 Illustrations, together with a serviceable chronological table of Interesting events. No Tears For Her. Actor—My good woman, tho last place I stayed the landlady wept when I left. Landlady—Oh. did she? Well. I ain't going to. I want my money In ad vance.—Answers. London. Out of Today's Sermons Rat. K. J. Dsgley of the Cas te Ur Presbyterian church speak ing this morning on "Jesus Master of Men,” will say: Jesus was not only the master man of all ages but Is the master of men of ail ages. During His life on earth He manifested this power as few men hare.' True, other men have gathered about them greater numbers, accom plished more spectacular things, and seemingly were greater successes, but none other ever took the same attitude toward life, worked with and through the same kind of human ma terial, with the results attendant on Hla efforts. He was the master of His friends, controlling them through Hi# love and teaching. He was the master of Hi# enemies, confounding them by Hla unapproachable ability and In sight. He was the master of the masses, gaining their temporary ad herence through the natural appeal of His greatness. Jesus was the master of situations. He refused to be made king, evad ing the multitude and disappearing from them. He always triumphed In the clashes with the political and ecclesiastical authorities, and this by merely manifesting Himself as “the truth.” He was master In the upper room, at the last supper, as He was in the garden of Gethsemane where the soldiers quailed before Him. He might easily have been master, es tablishing Himself as the mightiest monarch of all history. Jesus, however, did not do this, for He wanted His mastery to extend to all lands and all times. He desired to be master of all human life In the agea to come. To demonstrate His fitness to become such He displayed mastery of himself, submitting to death on the cross. His death was not a result of fanatical Ideas, but was a manifesta tion of divine hatred for sin. a divine love for men and a desire, Infinite and holy, to see men saved from sin. Having displayed self mastery, righte ous desires for men, He could, and did, command men to follow him. This Is to be done in the spirit of Jesus. During the twenty centuries since his appearance men have gladly* ac knowledged Him master. From Paul and J.din, to Clement, to Chrysostom, to Erasmus and Luther, to Knox and Calvin and Wesley, and to the men of today who are leaders .Christ has been master. These, unlike Jesus, were not without their faults and human weaknesses, but each In h!s ! turn was happy to accredit any good found In them to the dominating in fluence of Jesus, the master of men. He is not only master of the in dividual. but is master of human his tory. His will is worked out in the world, not as speedily as we might LISTENING IN On the Nebraska Press It used to be that a vacant lot was a mighty poor Investment, now you never can tell when some one will'd want It for a filling station.—Fairbury News. The fact that you had ths right of way may be a financial heritage to your heirs and assigns, but It will not restore life after the crash.—Fairbury News. > Will Maupln has become convinced that Governor Bryan Instead of “growing" under his responsibilities is "simply swelling."— Falrbuty News. It is rather tough to be thinking about the winter supply of coal these hot, summer days, but it will be • lot tougher to be without coal next winter.—Nebraska City Press. Borne of Judge Perry’s primary ideas are very good. Some of them are unutterably bad. In the latter category the proposals for party con ventions to nominate candidates for the primaries. The convention system Is long since in the discard and there let it stay, "hide, hoct and hair."— Kearney Hub. 1 desire, but truely end inevitably. Elevated standards of life character ize those lands known as Christian. While much regrettable evil abounds, yet Jesus Is more and more the master of men. Great upheavals occur, and chaotic periods are experienced, but after each some greater truth is re vealed for the advancement of the race. Isaac Watts voiced a prophecy worthy of our acceptance In his great hymn. "Jesus shell reign where'er the sub Does his successive Journeys run; H:s kingdom screed from shore to shore. TUI moons shsii wax and war.* no more." HAVE The Omaha Morning Bee or The Evening Bee mailed to you when on your vacation. Phone AT lantic 1000, Circulation Department. EAT IN COMFORT At the Henthaw Cafeteria It !• the Coolest Cafeteria m Omaha BEATTY’S Henshaw Cafeteria Hottl Henihaw