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THE HOUSE OF THE LORD.
' I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go
into the house of the Lord.”
David felt as many another has since, and sifrely
efore him, that in the sacred precincts of the
church he would find a consolation, a rest, and a
respite that would not come to him elsewhere. The
great temple had not yet been builded at Jerusalem;
that was a work which had been denied to David, but
was to be carried out by his son, but in the city was
a place that had been consecrated to the worship of
Jehovah, just as Moses had set up the tabernacle in
the wilderness.
Long before the day of Moses temples had been
erected in many lands, where many gods had been
worshiped, and in most of them, in some form,
tribute was paid to the true God. For as religion
developed among men, the expanding mind drew
more clearly its conception of the divine power that
governed and guided all things, and this unerringly
tended to the sublime thought of the Supreme Ruler,
creator, preserver, destroyer.
To Him men have turned in their sorrow, in their
perplexity, in their hour of need. Some have gone
to Him in their rejoicings, in the time of their
triumphs, and gratefully returned thanks for bless
ings bestowed and mercies enjoyed. Yet more go
there for comfort, for consolation, guidance and as
sistance. Just as the mind of man has unfolded and
steadily approached that all-controlling mind, whose
single thought brought forth the universe, and from
whoni flows all the laws that keep the stars in their
courses, and order in its place, men turn with surer
thought to the sanctuary.
In cloisters dim the penitent pours out his sorrow
*nd contrition, begging forgiveness and mercy; on
the bare floor the weary mortal seeks for inspiration
that will show him the way. In the dim light of the
old chapel, under the rose window of the cathedrnl,
in the temple or the woods, wherever a shrine is set,
mankind looks for sustenance to the never-failing
source of all power, and draws from on high the help
he needs. God reigns through all the world, hears all
prayers, and understands all languages.
In his soliloquy, Alexander Selkirk complained
•hat the wilds about him “never heard the sound of
a church-going bell,” yet he learned that God was
there, just as real in hie presence as if many a spire
rose from the little speck of land on which the
mariner had been cast. Some tell us that in a soli
tude the falling tree make*,i>o sound, for there is
no ear to hear its crash, yet that downfall disturbs
I he air just the same. If the physical effects that
would produce sound exist, is that not proof that
the divine influence that directs all these things is
also present? What a majestic thought it is, that
throughout the whole of a universe whose boundaries
•outreach the grasp of a finite mind, exists the
Infinite?
David was glad when they said to him, “Let us
"o into the house of the Lord,” and so should we all
be this Sabbath morning. The house of the Lord in
vites us, and none will be any the worse and some
may be the better for spending an hour or two there.
PUBLIC TASTE BEST CENSOR.
It is well to go cautiously when dealing with
•natters the great human race is supposed to decide
for itself. All well enough to express an opinion
as to the right or wrong, but very hazardous to lay
down a hard and fast rule and demand that every
body toe the mark. One of these^very delicate mat
ters has to do with what is presented at the theater.
Much agitation has been heard within the last few
years concerning a censorship for the theaters. That
has moved E. H. Sothern, one of the acknowledged
leaders of the American stage, to express himself
on the subject. He says:
"I am opposed to a censorship of plays. I be
lieve that public opinion will best correct nny error
of taste in the presentation of a play. The general
destye Is for clean and wholesome entertainment—,
such ns has ever been the most prosperous In Amer
ica. The play of unpleasant flavor soon expires.
One will be told that much that Is exhibited on our
stage is frivolous—well, very many people like what
la light and trivial In the way of entertainment,
nor should they he condemned to perpetual solemnity
so long as what Is gay Is also free front offense. A
censor wight easily do more harm than good. In
England and In some other countries such an of
flclal has been a source of contention constantly.
•‘The privilege of free speech Is not to be lightly
Interfered with. A drama too strenuously con
trolled might dwindle Into nothingness.
"A really wise and capable censor would be al
most impossible to And—his qualifications would
have to be numerous and superlative. The position
might become political, which I should think would
be deplorable.
"I am for a free theater—the public and the
press will take care that It Is a healthy theater.
I am for community theaters, where a management
of the people will produce fine play* at a small price
without regard to profit. I am for a children’s thea
ter. where children will learn to love the beat
drama—not baby talk drama, but plays they will
want to see again whenever they nre finely played
"Ambitious and capable actors have always had
the greatest Influence on public taste, so let us pray
for men and women who will aspire to play the
great roleH.”
It will be well to listen to Mr. Sothcrn, who has
never been connected with anything but worth while
(drama throughout his long and eminently successful
career. He and his talented wife, Julia Marlowe,
have reached the front place on the American stage
through earnest, unremitting effort, always true to
the ideal Mr. Sothcrn expresses in his statement
They must, therefore, he credited with sincerity,
for they have practiced what they preached.
As to the community theater, and the children’s
theater, those are matters that will await develop
ment. The time may be ripe for one or for both,
or the day may not have dawned. Yet it will come,
for Americans want the play, and the present sys
tem under which the theater is controlled is not
meeting the demand. A new group of managers
may restore conditions as they were a few years
ago, or the oldtime stock company may be revived,
but one or the other, the public is not willing to
starve much longer because the shortsighted man
agers are unwilling to feed it.
■Sixty days in jail will take quite a bit of the
glamor off sisterly devotion that induces perjury.
ARMISTICE DAY.
Armistice day! What echoes it arouses of that
time when millions of men were pitted in desperate
conftict, striving for mastery, to set up principles
for the control of all men. What a blessed relief
came with the hour set for the cessation of hostili
ties on that day. Most of it seems like a troubled
dream now, yet recollections of" the events of those
years of tension are vivid in all minds.
We have not achieved all we promised ourselves
that day. It must never happen again, the words of
our late president, still ring in our ears. We hope
and trust, every true American, that it will never
happen again, but we can not look with other than
concern on what is going on abroad. Slowly the
embers of hatred and prejudice, of jealousy, spite,
revenge are dying down, yet now and then in some
center they break out so fiercely as to threaten a
renewal of the conflagration in whose flames all
humanity was seared.
Some day this, too, will pass, for there must
cpme an end to the strife and bickerings that mar
the progress of the race. Man’s destiny is onward
to better things, to the full realization of all that
was hoped for, yea, promised, to come of the war.
If all that has not come to pass, it is because imper
fect human judgment, obdurate human nature, still
blocks the way it can not forever obstruct.
European nations turn to America, and find us
neither unsympathetic nor without response to their
cries. What we can not do in the present crisis is to
take-sides. We want to help all, for we are friendly
to all, an^i can not consent to anything less than such
friendship entails. Our steadfastness in this is the
possible guaranty of our deep concern and our un
willingness to be swept away from a sure foundation
to establish a temporary peace. Permanent peace
will only come when all nations are ready to accept
the great lesson the American republic has shown
to the world
Armistice day means this, and much more to our
people. Thousands of lives and billions of treasure
were spent by them in the name of freedom for all
people, and that sacrifice was not and shall not be in
vain.
FATHER AND SON WEEK.
Sunday begins Father and Son week, and it is
going to be very generally observed by Omaha or
ganizations. Doubtless it will be generally observed
all over the country. This is as it should be. There
is something fine about the spectacle of a big gath
ering of fathers and sons around a banquet table;
something fine about the growing spirit of com
radeship evidenced on all sides. Fathers deeply im
mersed in business cares.have been prone to forget
that their boys are worth cultivating. Boys busy
with their own problems and pleasures are very apt
to forget that father might be a pretty good fellow
to chum with and confide in.
Son may get the notion into his head that dad
is an old fogy, but the chances are that dad could
give the boy a flying start and then beat him in
planning a day’s real sport. Father may get the
notion into his head that the boy has no problems
worthy of dad’s consideration, but if he could get
right up next* to the boy and win his confidence, the
chances are he would discover that the boy's prob
lems were as perplexing to him as other problems
are to dad.
A tremendous lot of misunderstandings and
heartaches and disappointments would be avoided
if dad and the boy would get together oftener for
an exchange of confidences. No business is worth
winning if it deprives father and son of loving rela
tions. No game is worth the winning that keeps the
boy from looking upon his father as the very best
chum he can find. The boy would have a better
appreciation of dad’s toil and sacrifices if he knew
more about them. And dad would have a better
understanding of Ihe boy if he would only take an
understanding interest in the boy’s problems.
Father and Son week is a mighty fine idea. A
better one is to have 52 consecutive weeks in every
year for fathers and sons to get together and ex
change confidences and hopes and aspirations.
AMERICA’S GREATEST HONOR.
“Only a nameless woman,” but out of a heart
overflowing with gratitude she writes to Secretary
Hughes to express ljer thanks for what was done for
her and for the other women and children of Japan
when Americans rushed to relieve the distress and
suffering that followed after the terrible earthquake
disaster. Her letter is placed by the secretary above
all other communications, even that of the emperor,
on the same subject, and properly so.
It was the woman who lingered in the throng,
hoping for a chance to touch the skirt of His garment
as He passed to whom Christ said, "Thy faith has
made thee whole.” Her name is written in no history,
for she was but one of the multitude surrounding
the teacher whose presence drew crowds then even
as it would today, and all the more was her faith
effective because of that fact. So with this woman
of Japan. She will typify to the world the hoart of
her nation, stirred by the generous endeavor of
America.
A "nameless” soldier is buried in Arlington
cemetery, in the name of all the people of the United
,States, a shrine to which all patriots will turn through
the centuries to come. So also will be it be with the
Vetter from the woman of Japan, who spoke with
uincerity for all those who suffered. America has
icon high honors and great glory in the estimation
■ivf the world, but none that becomes us as a people
more than we have achieved by the unquestioning
irift of succor to those who are in need. Almoners
i:f God’s bounty, our greatest triumphs havo been
won when we placed that bounty at the service of
the afflicted.
It may be all right to arrest women the same as
men, but Superintendent Dunn is correct when he
says it is the function of the court to punish. A
woman speeder, however, is just ns dangerous as a
man.
Oregon, it appears, did adopt the Income tax law,
but the greater fact is that a majority of the state’s
voters did not express an opinion one way or the
other by the bnllot.
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A Beatrice hoy has won distinction as an athlete
nnd he heads his class in college, which shows it can
be done.
Poincare will not even have the satisfaction of
trying his case if he keeps on the wny he is going
now.
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The Stokes case being ended, the janitor may
now disinfect the court room.
Lawyers out in Lincoln county seem to bo im
pulsive.
Docs the Armistice spirit cling to you?
Prairiegraphs
MY IIOl'R OFF.
The oily politicians with their noisy
clack and clatter
May engulf me as X do my daily
grind.
But when ev’ning coir.cs their clatter
is a thing that doesn't matter.
For I leave their bunch of chatter
all behind.
! After supper, with the smoke wreaths
curling up towards the ceiling
And my tired feet In easy slippers
thrust, " /
O'er my soul there comes a stealing
such a glorious sort of feeling
That I think of politicians with dis
gust.
You may lean upon my shoulder and
taik long about the tariff,
Or discourse on reparations all you
please.
During working hours, but hear me, I
am pretty sure to swear if
You attempt that sort of thing when
I’m at ease.
When the evening meal is over and In
easy chair I'm seated,
That’s the hour all that worries I
forget.
And the oily politicians can rave on—
I've got ’em cheated.
For I wouldn't listen to 'em on a bet.
Xpu may talk of Ford, of Johnson,,
Underwood or McAdoo,
Trying hard to give a line on each
of them. ^
You may talk of prohibition, or repeal,
until you're blue.
But you'll have to let me go \at 6
p. m.
After that I wouldn’t listen for a mo
ment to your chatter.
For I’m due to grab the chance I
love best.
When I'm home with wife and chil
dren, all your politics don’t mat
te!—
That is where m.v life’s worth liv
ing, and I rest.
When the time comes that I can see
an ulterior motive in everything pro
posed by men; when I believe that
all public officials are dishonest; when
I look upon my neighbors with sus
picion; when I believe the world Is
going to the demnition bow wows be
cause it will not listen to me; when
X believe that all men charged with
the management of big public service
corporations are crooks and thieves;
when I believe that politics is too rot
ten for decent men and women to en
gage in—I say, when the time comes
that I believe all these things, or even
a majority of them1. I am going to put
a rope around my neck, take a dose
of poison, shoot myself, and then
jump over a cliff, shouting, “Here
goes nothing!'*
A local contemporary, describing a
song rendered hy a noted soprano,
spoke of her colorful tones. Even our
great prlma donnas are singing those
blue things.
A friend asks me what Nebraska
farmers are thinking about these days.
If he means polltlrs, they are think
lng very seriously. If he means
politicians. T must decline to answer
on the ground that I have already
given the Recording Angel too much
work.
A generation ago mother would
say as her son left the house:
"Don't stay out late, WUHe.M
Now, when Will starts for his
hat mother shrieks:
‘Don't you dare take the ear.
young man. Your father and 1
want it to go to the dance of the
Jazz levers Jiggling Jamborees,
and my feet are too sore to walk.”
What Bill says as he goes out
is not to he repeated.
It is a wise father who never strikes
ane of his children, except In self-de
fense.
Rill Qulvey's dog, which animal
would rather have n bath than a juicy
beefsteak, to hear Bill tell |t. isn't In
It with my dog. That dog of mine
will stop eating any time to engage In
his favorite pastime of scratching
fleas.
It is a wise husband who always
gives his wife half of his poker win
nings, no matter If he loses.
Up to date no scientific gent or re
searcher in social psychology has dis
covered why children wear out their
shoes faster when shoe* nre high
price thnn they do when shoe* are
comparatively cheap.
There was a young lady In Blair
W ho boasted of her beautiful hair.
'Twa* her constant delight
To remove it each night
To hang o'er the hack of a rhaV.
Kansas City Is raising $900,000 for
charitable purposes, which Is a high
mark to shoot at and necessitates
Omaha raising her sights.
Having forgotten moat of the I^atln
I learned at school I nm at a losa to
give a scientific name to the thing
that Is carrying off so many citizens,
hut Hootchcrltls strikes me as being
amply descriptive.
To be sure we should deport the
aliens who make It. We'll only have
to provide a burial place for those
who drink It.
Young folk may think they are hav
ing a good time at their social func
tions these days, but what young fel
low of today ever had the Joy of find
ing a red ear of corn when She was
all of a tremble for fear there wouldn't
be one In your pile of com?
Now that the dramatic editor has
had his say and the company has left
for other parts, I summon up cour
age to say that I prefer Charley Ray
on the screen to Charley Ray In the
spoken drama.
A book written In 19 hours was
awarded the Columbia university
prize Very recently I have l>een as
signed the task of reviewing several
books that Impressed me ns having
been written In less time than that,
and with no effort at all.
One of the Joy* of tht* writing game
I* found every now and then, when
unmoliody take* exception* to what t
wrltxi jjllf eyof the’lime cornea whent
evefijtojl? who Ptp'1* thcae acrlven
lngi'*|^f>e» with "II of them, 1 will
he TQBVlnwd that' I am no longer
wrlffer anything"worth reading. It
mat® charged that I am doing that
nnW,' hilt pn orcaalonnl tuge of proteat
keep* me heartened tip,
Comnienta railed forth by the recent
death of Judge Oldham were confined
chiefly to hla ability aa a lawyer and
111* reputation aa an orator, lie dr
aerved all of the euloglea, hut 1 want
to rail attention to the fact that
Judge Oldham woe at 111* heat In
rlnae rnmpnnlnnahlp with kindred
»oul*, recalling Incldenta of other
dnya anil commuitlug with bubbling
humor on currant t"|fra. Ho could
deeftrth* a friend In /ewer \w rvl*. ihnn
A!»• uinn I ev#ri Jturft, guU #1 k jingle
tyrtce ulrlp hyi>ot nt*’M and pretend’]
rr» to tli* hld«\ Ill* pungent wit,
never d I reeled ngainet hi* friend*: hi*
ability to expose sham and pretense,
nml hi* nrv**r falling humor, ttvade
him a delightful companion' On*
never foregathered In any company
where HIM oldham wn* without car
rylng away something to remember.
WILL Al MAUriN.
The Fun We Had Out of Nothing j
-By ANNE PEDERSEN.
YliS, I had a doll with curly hair
and eyes that closed, a tea set
blue, all the things little girls
hke most, or are supposed to like,
most, yet, when I try to think back
to the fun I had with any one of them
mv mind is a blank
Instead there Intrudes the good
times we youngsters had, with toys
that never were Igiught, toys that
grew in our minds, and were picked
from tree, hush or field, cut front
pajier, gathered from the corn fields,
or constructed from whatever mater
ia 1 was at hand.
Perhaps first and foremost came our
paper dolls of every form and de
scription, always patterned after some
family we knew, both as to number
and names. Sometimes we cut them
from old newspapers and they were
forced to go 4hrough life without any
features. At other time we made
them from white paper, gave them
the most beautiful scalloped dresses,
black or golden curls, a smiling or a
scowling mouth and dresses of rain
bow hue.
I remember our pet lamb utterly de
stroyed one whole family while we
were attending to the welfare of our
neighbors, who live In another part
of the yard. Oh, how we hated that
lamb, for a few days. We accused
it of trying to eat our very nicest
family, and knew positively that it
was Impossible to make another like
it. You see, each paper doll was an
individual.
When our paper dolls for the time
being lost their charm, there was our
stable of thoroughbred horses. If you
have never owned a stable full of
beauties like ours, you have missed a
bit of childish pride in ownership.
Our Worses were long, slim shoots
or saplings, with leafy tails. The slen
der ones were our racers; the thicker,
coarser ones were our draft horses or
our “scrubs.” If we wanted a snowy
white one aM we had to do was to
peel the skit, off. We worked them,
named them, traded and raced them,
bargained and bartered each day. Wre
fed them on sweet clover and kernels
of corn. We treated them as if they
lived and breathed.
• • •
A time of year we were particular
ly anxious for was the time of year
when the corn begins to silk. When
the soft yellow and red hair begins
to creep out of its green shell and
hang in straight or curling ringlets
on the stalk.
Then we whispered to mother—
begged, coaxed and pleaded to be al
lowed to make a trip to the corn field.
Usually it took quite a little plead
ing, for mother must ask our renter
if he cared if we took perhaps a
dozen ears.
What for? Have you never had a
corn doll? Never picked one fronv
the tall, green stalks?
The trip was fun. Ws ran from
stalk to stalk, for when you can have
only a dozen from among thousands,
it pays to pick those with the longyt,
prettiest hair. Once home they must
be dressed; that's where mother's
remnants and bright odds and ends
Grandma's
Homestead Vine
By ALTA WRFNRICK BROWN.
I was seated In a Pullman.
By a brother bent with age;
O'er the great divide we Journeyed—
Through Its brush of sage.
When my view of Rocky mountains.
Robed In Icy capes.
Was arrested by the train boy's
"Wm you buy some grapes?"
My companion made a purchase.
Treated me and said: "They're fine—
But they're nothing like the clusters
On our homestead vine!
In a low-ceiled, oak-beamed cottage,
'Way back there In Iowa,
I resided with grandmother
In my boyhood's day.
"What a wealth of luscious berries
That one huge grapevine amassed.
And how valiantly It weathered
Storms that o'er It passed!
Dear grandmother! I can see her
In gray Quaker cap and gown.
With the quaint and kindly twinkle
In her eyes of brown!
"With wee wrinkled hands, as snowy
As her saintly crown of hair—
Please excuse my tears!—Oh so true
I behold her there!
Off she deftly snipped the vintage—
Sun-klst, dew sprent. rouged with
bloom,
And. sure's you are bom, sir, bearing
Edenland's perfume!
"Ah! The sight of grapes bring back,
sir,
To this day, her sad. sweet voice,
With Its tender tremble, saying:
'Child, come take thy choice!'
Somehow, I recall more clearly,
As my years of life decline.
Rating grapes of Iowa from
Orandma's homestead vine!”
(Copyright, IMS.)
of ribbon came In handy We put
an enormous bow In Miss Corn Doll's
hair and a bright sash around her
waist to brighten her dull green dress
At night we put them In the outside
,cave to sleep. At their best they
were delicate children and their span
of life was brief.
« • •
Oh, yes. in another season we raised
chickens, far more beautiful chickens
than the most progressive breeder of
pure breds can ever hope to produce.
The mother hens were rosebuds or
perhaps hollyhocks, and the eggs were
the buds. In the evening we set our
"hens" in a place that would be shady
during the day, among the tall, dewey
grass and, perhaps you doubt it, but
In a couple of days our eggs would
hatch and little dwarfed roses or hol
lyhocks, fully open, would smile up
at us from their dewey nest. We fed
them sand to make them’ grow.
• • *
Tired of raising poultry, or racers,
or bringing up a family of nerve-rack
ing corn dolls, we turned our attention
to the millinery business.
Here's where our brother came In
handy. He served as our transporta
tion line. We sent him far and near
to get leaves for our frames and flow
ers for trimming. The burdock leaf,
the farmer’s pest, was our favorite
hat frame, it was so soft and velvety,
and expensive. We had, however, as
many styles and shapes as there were
types of leaves in our coir/munlty.
For trlmmiiig we had flowers from
our garden, every wild flower that
grew, feathers the chickens had dis
carded. We even used the prickly
thistle. It was very stylish, If In
clined to use its stickers. Our hats
all sold at a good profit; our custom
ers were willing to pay the price, so
our millinery season was always a
financial success.
• • •
We had another interest that was
not all joy. as these other interests
had been. That was our graveyard in
bark of the orchard. Not of burled
hopes, we had none of them, but our
pets.
The squirrel the cat caught after it
was so tame; the white leghorn,
which against all "leghorn'' princi
ples was so friendly that we named
her "Tamie;" the kittens we drowned
because! we had no choice: fhe little
naked rdbbin that fell from its nest
and perished in the night; the hoot
owl, with its bright eyes and snappy
mouth, that sickened and died when
we tried to tame It: the rabbit that
we rescued from our playful pup and
tried so hard to save: even a little
black pig we had no love for, but
buried out of pity.
From our sand pit we got the head
pieces for our graves, put on them/
In a childish scrgwl some identifica
tion mark, kept the little mounds
rounded and clean and covered them
with flowers on Decoration day, as
the grown up world seemed to do.
The moments were never dull. Fach
season brought the material for some
thing new and different.
These things I remember—the rest
Is blurred and dim.
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Daily Prayer |
Commit thy way onto the Lord—P».
17 5
O God, we come to Thee as children
come to their father to a*k for Thy
loving care and protection. We know
not what await* ua of Joy or sorrow,
of life or death, and before we enter
this untried, unknown future we would
commit our way to Thee, remember
ing Thy promise that Thou wilt direct
our path* We thank Thee for the
common blessings of life which have
come to us so noiselessly as to be al
most unnoticed and forgotten. We
thank Thee for the special blessings
which are the evidences of Thy per
sonal care over us. Because of Thy
promise of forgiveness, we come and
ask Thy mercy for our sins, through
Jesus Christ, our La>rd. We pray that
Thou wilt give us mohient by moment
both spiritual and material blessings.
Help us to trust Thee when we can
not understand, knowing Thy word
Is true that all things work together
for good to them that love God. We
pray that all those who belong to us
may belong to Thee, and that Thy
benefits nnd blessings may extend to
all mankind everywhere. Hasten the
day when Christ shall retgn In every
home and heart throughout the entire
world May not one of our dear ones
and friends be missing in that land
of glad and blessed reunion beyond
the valley of the shadow. We give
Thee praise for the privilege of prayer
and for the gifts which have been and
will be ours because of Thy loving
kindness and tender mercv. Amen
JOHNSTON MYERS, I), D.. Chlrsco, III.
A New Malady.
A neighbor of the Joneses, fond of
the Jones' children, with whom she
liked to talk, as they were bright, met
Billy Jones on* day, and wondered
why he was alone, as usually his little
brother accompanied him.
"Where la Tommy?" she asked.
"He's In bed with gome green ap
ples," was the replv.—Judge.
Sale of 12,500-Acre Ranch
Matagorda County, Texas
Situated Midway Between Markham Oil
Fields and Gulf Sulphur Mines
This ranch is ideally located on the main line of the St, L.,
B. * M. R. R., about 100 miles southwest of Houston and 20
miles from the Gulf. Townsite on the property. Lake, irri
gating canals, artesian wells, about 900 acres timber, about
5,000 acres irrigated rice land, about 6,600 acres in grazing and
general farming. All Irrigable and tillable except timber. Well
fenced.
barge, modern hou»e containing hall, two living room*, din
ing room, butler’a. pantry, kitchen, 9 bedroom*, 3 bathrooms,
wide verandas, sleeping porches, eloctricity and telephone.
Sen-ants’ quarters, several barns, grain warehouses, silos,
corrals, machine shop, vegetable garden, rose garden, etc.
Delightful climate, abundant water supply, rich soils, excellent
transportation facilities, good road* and interesting oil pros
pects.
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The above described property to close estate will be sold under
sealed bids. All bids to be accompanied by a certified check
for 5 per cent of the amount bid. and deposited with The First
National Ilank of Ray City, Texas, on or before 2 o’clock p. m.,
December IS, 1923. All bids shall be opened and successful
bidder determined under direction of said bank. The owner
reserve* the right to accept or reject any or all bids. Checks
deposited by unsuccessful bidders will be returned by the
Hank immediately after the award.
Terms of sale, $160,000.00 rash, balance (o be evidenced by
Vendor’s I,ien note, due five years after date, bearing 0 per
cant interest payable annually.
'.^nr reference, write The First National flank of flay City
or Palnrioa State Bank, Palaeioa, Texas. For all other in
formation address
^ I
The Stoddard Ranch, Buckeye, Texa»
Out oj Today’s
Sermons
Her. Herman G. Heuser, minis
ter Miller Park Presbyterian
church, will preach this morning
on the topic, "The Question of
the Hour—Has the World War
Keen in Vain?” He will say:
“To find an answer to this question
one must consider two things: First,
the principles that moved us as a na
tion to enter into this gigantic con
flict. Our part In the world war
was one of pure unselfishness. ^Ve
desired no gain of any kind—no land,
no reparations, no indemnity. To
protect our citizens upon the high
seas, to preserve the honor of our
beloved flag, to protect the rights of
Weaker nations, to forever end militar
ism, and the idea that might is right:
to usher In peace upon earth among
the nations and to forever abolish
war. .
Second, to carefully consider the
sacrifice Involved through this con
flict. The price paid for peace and
the principles mentioned above. Bil
lions of dollars were spent by the na
tions to achieve victory. A war debt
of billions of dollars will be paid by
the generations to come. People will
carry the burden* of taxation for
years. Property uprooted—land
marks of inestimable value destroyed
—scientific minds directed from chan
nels of construction to destruction.
No one can determine the value of
property loss during the world war.
But, above all, the price paid in man
power. Yes, men. Those that sleep
in Flanders field under the popples,
the gold star mothers of today point
to the tremendous price the nation
paid. The wounded, blind, lame,
maimed, gassed, insane, shell shocked
men, clad In khaki, testify to the price
paid by our nation and represent the
sacrifice of the world war. Carefully
scrutinizing the principles for which
we entered, carefully weighing the
sacrifice made—thinking men are
asking htls question, "Has the world
war been in vain?” Has it paid to
sacrifice our sons on the altar of war
—all these bleeding hearts and broken
homes—was it worth while?
To answer this question we must
survey the fruits of the war. Is civ- |
llization better today for the world
war? Has barbarism ceased, is ruth
less destruction s thing of the past, I
has hatred and revenge one for an
other t;*en vanquished, are weaker na
tions protected better today than in
the past, has peactg, been ushered in,
is war forever banished, do the prin
ciples of Christ reign?
Look at the nations across the sea.
Turkey, the oppressor of peoples, won
the victory at Lausanne and now Is
again strongly entrenched among the
powers of the world. France, through
her Ruhr attitude and her policy in
Germany la preparing a country tor
bolshevism and sowing seeds of re
venge and hatred. Russia, although
a republic, a nation of anarchy and
turmoil. Propaganda through force
and by the sword is their motto. Italy
and the P.alkan states ready to fly at
one another's throats at a moment'a
notice. Intrigue, false diplomacy,
wretched and abominable statesman
ship has robbed Europe and the world
of peace and prosperity. A veritable
volcano, ready to send Its seething
lava of hatred, revenge and thlrstinesa I
for blood out over the world at a mo
ment's notice.
‘ Has the war been In vain?" Our
country today—has It been worth
while the price we paid? Unrest ts
prevalent In the nation. Hatred and
revenge for the .vanquished foe still
aflame In the hearts of man The
greed for gold that hath grown out
of war prosperity Is breeding a eelflsh
nation. The high and holy principles
and results are forgotten.
The principles of the armistice, thj
Wilsonian 14 points are a dead Issue
long forgotten. The men of the world
war. the disabled and wounded vet
erans, clad In khaki, receive no re
ward for their sacrifice. Their bonus
is sidetracked—what little money
set aside by the nation has become a
channel of graft—yes, even money
destined to restore health to these
heroes has been misused, stolen. I
wonder If they feel whether or not
the war they fought for freedom, lib
erty, democracy, has been In vain?
Inconcluslon—I am an optimist, but
I also believe In facing the facts; I
believe out of it will come a better
nation, a better world, a higher civ
ilization.
God who sees, who knows all win
In good season establish a peace that
is everlasting. Oh! that Christian
people rnay not forget God—the holy
and high principles of Christianity—
seeking to abolish forever through
love and Just recognition the evils
from off the face of the earth. Un
less the principles for which men
fought are accomplished, all the sacri
fices made are In vain and the war
will have been In vain. God grant
that we may strive to bring about the
realization of the Ideals of the broth
erhood of man. peace on earth, good
will among men. Then when ideals
and dreams come true that we had
when we entered the struggle, will
the world war and the sacrifices made
be worth while and another upward
step made In the civilization of the
world, and the kingdom of God be
come a reality.
Not in Air, But on the Fly.
Personally we have never exactly
experienced the thrill of refueling in
midair, but once we ordered a ham
sandwich In a railroad station two
minutes before train time.—Portland
Oregonian.
Even Things I p.
Virginia reports migratory b;rrts
going south a month ahead of thewfc
average flitting. But the negroes are
still coming north, and maybe one
weather sign balances another.—
Brooklyn Eagle.
A Handy Place to Eat
Hotel Gonant
16th and Harney—Omaha
rhe Center of Convenience
NET AVERAGE
CIRCULATION
for October, 1923, of
THE OMAHA BEE
Daily .72,205 ]
Sunday.76,995
Does not include returns, left
overs, samples or papers spoiled tr
printing and includes nr specie
sales.
B. BREWER, Gen. Mgr. j
V. A. BRIDGE, Cir. M*r. I
Subscribed and sworn to before Be
this 5th day of November, 1B21
W. H. QUTVEY,
| (Seal) Notary PdMfe
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PANAMA • Tour of Canal Zone by launyh and auromo.
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