Those Baltimore Broilers Are Bears
The Strongest
Like Socrates, Luther, Wesley,
History, it is He Who Has
By DR. C.
How often it goes unexplained why it
was that Athens killed Socrates? .
It really is no wonder why they lulled
him; that flat-nosed, awkward, bare
footed inquisitor, forever poking his flat
wse into, other people's affairs, showing
them that the wisdom they claimed to
have was but foolishness.
Yet a Socrates Is indispensable to every
community a man who . will , force you
to understand yourself, to examine your
own thought, and see that your wisdom
is foolishness. We think that we are
thinking, but even a Socrates is needed
to show us where we stand.
We have today a Socrates with us. The
dramatist Henrlk Isben is a direct de
scender) t of Socrates, and has inherited
his right to make us think of the founda
tions of our knowledge.
Ibsen never claimed to be more than
an interrogation point; he has no phil
osophy or views of his own to system
atize or falsify of your own thoughts.
And of all hlti .plays, the one of which he
himself Is" the hero is the most strong,
simple and tfrett; the drama ''An Enemy
of ;the People.' ; ,-.
The hero, Dr, Stockraann, the man who
haa been so ready to tell' the people of
his town' Wherein they are wrong, when
defeated in his purposes, boycotted, and
evert beseiged in his home, comes at last
to the declaration that he made to his
wife, "I have discovered that I am the
strongest man on the earth the man who
stands most alone."
"Trust thyself," says Emerson, "every
heart vibrates to. that iron string." So
then, that Is the secret of the foundation
of strength.
The great men of the' ages who have
stood most alone are the men of whom
we are now the most proud. Luther
etands for the great institution of
Protestantism, Fox for Quakerism,
Wesley for Methodism and Lincoln for
the jgreat nation "which he' saved.
In the case of Lincoln, in particular, it
Is Impossible to account: for his greatness
unless we remember that he 4ld. stand
alone. Afte he had reached the
age of 49 he had absolutely nothing in
his life 'that had been successful, but he
etood; so that when he was called to the
highest office that the people could give
he was ready to take it and make that
power which Was given to him the power
that should save the nation. j
Courage and faith are the foundations
of the victory. The hedgehog sees a
movement an inch from the end of 'his
nose and cries that the world is coming
10 an end. There are these hedgehogs in
verv urtA nr iir
The Manicure Lady
"Libraries is great things, ain't they,
George?" asked the manicure lady. "I
think there is something awful grand
about a library.; There Is so many books
there, and all that"
"I never went lnto no library,' said
the head barber, "since I was a kid.
"The bid man had a lot of books at
home, and I used to read some of them
when I had been a bad kind and was
locked in, but since then I don't know
no more about libraries than I do about
the Inside of a Jail."
"Cheer up. George!" said the manicure
lady, sweetly.. "Remember that while
there Is life there is hope. But I was
starting- out to tell ' you something.
George. It seems that Wilfred has a
friend that is an attendant at the big
library on Fifth avenue, and .the other
night the old gent took Wilfred and me
and this library fellow out for an even
ing. I don' Uling ttotw meant to ex
tend his' hospitality outside of the regular
family circle, and he would Just as soon
have barred Wilfred at that but mother
wasn't feeling well, so pa wanted to use
up bis four seats. We all went to a
swell show where Blanche Ring plays
soma so,! ti a Wall street girl, and we
seen Eddie Dunn aodthad a great visit
and after the show we went over to one
of them lobster palaces that you hear so
much about and eat so little in. Father
and Eddie Dunn bought all of the drinks
not that Wilfred wouldn't have bought
if be had had the price and so I suppose
the library attendant figures tluU it was
up to him to give us some kind of a re
turn party. So he . invited us to the
library.
"It was a grand treat, George. Me and
Fathej 4nd,rilfred roamed among them
books like a lot of care-free children.
IThe old gent had what cynical folks
Man on Earth
Lincoln and Others Great in
Courage to Stand Alone.
F. AKED.
Lord Acton, when asked what the great
est single event of the century was, an
swered that it was the sinking of the trlat
steamer of Fulton in the Seine, for its
perfection under the government of Na
poleon would have changed the history
of the world. And the hedgehog people
in New Tork stood on the dock and de
clared "It will never go," but it did go,
and Fulton's stand alone was gloriously
Justified.
In the church, the charge is made that
evangelicalism is dead. It is not even
dying. It can never die, for it is founded
on the living faith.
The world is waiting for new incarna
tion, a religion that shall be as good for
the polling place as for the prayer
meeting; as good for swapping horses as
for saying prayers; as good for the pri
maries as for the presbytery. The gospel
of today is a gospel of social service.
We may be thankful for the promise of
mansions on high, but what we need is
more decent ' homes, on earth and more
decent people in them. Religion is not a
thing of the" stars"; it Is a thing of the
streets.
In the drama referred to the hero de
clared that In a democracy the majority
rule; that the majority of the people are
fools; therefore,- the democracy Is ruled
by fools. .
How far can we go on this? Where Is
the fallacy?
In this ihe majority does not rule, It
never did, and never will. The minority
rules; ideas govern.
It is your strong men who stand alone
whose strength is In brain and heart
These sit on the throne of the ages,
and sway the majorities to their will.
It is your Wesleys, your Luthers, your
Cromwells and your Lincolns, who make
and mold the mighty forces with which
empires have had to deal.
Then, the majority Is not so given to
foolishness after all. In the long run
you can trust yie Innate sanity of human
nature. Demos is not a child of Chaos,
It is a child of God and the outgrowth of
the Christian spirit Democracy Is the
expression of the highest of the teaching
of Christ .
What is the manifest destiny of the
American people in the growth, of thle
democracy? America has years of glory
behind her, she Is young and daring.
What is her mission?
It is this: to build up life on truer.
Juster foundations that the Old World
ever laid; to evolve a nobler manhood
and womanhood. This Is the destiny of
America. ,
call a holdover, and on the way down
town he had went into three places to
telephone, so you can see that he was
equipped fine to look at the backs of a
lot of grand books. We must have seen
tlie backs of J0.000 books, George. Some
ot them had their titles printed on the
backs. Tou could read them Just as
plain.
"There was one swell set there that I
would like to have took home with me
if I had a dray. It was called -Gibbon's
Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire.'
Who was Gibbons, George-some baseball
writer?"
"No," replied the Head Barber, "Gib
.bona is a middleweight prlsefighter and
you can take it from me that he Js a
bearcat. He can hit as hard as Ben
Speer, and be is almost as fast on his
feet as Tank Sullivan.
"Oh, you are thinking about a differ
ent kind of a man altogether," said the
Manicure Lady. ''Gibbons, the writer,
is the man I mean. It'i funny that a
baseball fan like you don't know the
man who wrote the "Rise and Fall of
the Roman Empire.'
"And there was a lot of swell books,
too. There -was Waverly Place novels,
by. Sir Walter Goldsmith, and the com
plete works of Charles Byron and Lord
Dickens, to say nothing of a lot of
smaller writers that I never took no
time to read. But all the time I was
wishing I was down to Coney. Some
Old guy wrote something once about the
wonderful beauty of books, but give me
Coney Island when it is lit up at night"
We know spring is here when old Jack
Frost chucks' his job as advance agent
for Old King Coal. " ,, '
When a girl begins to call a man by
his first name, it's a pretty good sign
she has designs on his last
0
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The Story of Ahab and Jezebel
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The eighty-foot
By GARRETT P. SERVI88.
We all like to see the stories of the
Bible, which Is our youth, at least, we
read with wonder and veneration, con
firmed, in some of their most Interesting
details, by the results of modem explora
tion, which seeks only for hard facts,
and often obtains them In unexpected
and surprising ways. Most of us, no
doubt, have been better pleased with the
thrilling stories of . the earliest adven
tures around the Dead Sea, who thought
that they had seen the very pillar of
salt into which Lot's wife was changed,
and had caught sight deep beneath the
tremulous water of the walls of Sodom
" old palaces and towers
Quivering within the waves' lntenser
day,"
than with the more scientific relations
of later travellers, who find only Indica
tions of a great geological catastrophe
there, yet even these, In a manner,
confirm the scriptures, for they show
how the legend of the destruction of
Sodom may have originated.
But lately there has been made a dis
covery which offers a more direct if
only partial, confirmation of one of the
most fascinating of the Bible narratives,
that which tells of the wickedness and
woes of King Ahab and Queen Jezebel,
and the adventures of the Prophet Elijah.
Explorers digging on the site of the
ancient royal city of Samaria, have un
covered what are believed to be founda
tions of Ahab's palace, or 'Ivory house."
containing Hebrew Inscriptions, with
familiar Hebrew names, and, what seems
especially significant, references to a
"vineyard." This, it la thought, can be
nothing other than the vineyard of
Kaboth, which the Bible says lies near
Ahab's palace, and the coveting of which
by the king, who wished to turn it Into
a royal park or garden, brought about
a terrible example of the wrath of God.
The owner of the palace, some of
whose walls are shown in the photo
graphs, and which occupied about two
acres of ground, with its many cham
bers grouped around Inner courts, "did
more." says the Bible itself, "to pro
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Copyright, m National
The remains of the Jewish gat at
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wide staircase In Ahab's "Ivory House."
voke the Lord God of Israel to anger
than all the kings of Israel that were be
fore him." .
Hft fundamental offense was in marry
ing Jezebel, the daughter of an Idolatrous
king, and herself a worshiper of Baal
who steam-rollered the enemies of hor
religion with a cold nerve that would
have- made even a national committee
man's teeth chatter. It is irue that tho
Other side had set her some example,
for Elijah took her prophets and "brought
them down to the brook Klshon and slew
them there." When Jezebel heard of this
she sent to Elijah a message, which, from
the point of view of literary effectiveness
of expression, must be regarded as one
of the most blood-curdling threats evor
uttered: "So let the gods do to me, and
more also, If I make not thy life as the
life of one ot them by tomorrow about
thistlms."
Elijah, who had Jtt performed a mar
vellous meteorological feat by putting an
end to a three-years' drouth, quailed at
that threat and, In the language of tho
scriptural writer, "when he saw that (tJe
Right Klad of Hustler.
There is a good story concerning a
certain trip of inspection, when Louis
Hill and a party of officials were taking
a peek at the station agents somewhere
along the line in Minnesota. At a sta
tion we may call Oscarville an agent,
perhaps forewarned, was observed fran
tically moving trucks and cleaning up.
"There's a hustler for you," said one
of the party. -
"Humph." said Hill.
At another station the agent met them
smilingly, smoking & good cigar and clad
in his best clothes. He was frankly
Idling, yet nothing was askew.
"Well, what do you think of that?"
commented one of Hill's friends, "there's
an agent who has time to loaf."
' "Humph," sal Hill.
A month later the loafer was promoted.
"If a man can get his work done with
out doing it himself he's the man for
me," was the explanation of the railroad
president-Metropolitan Magazine,
aziie p)a
News Assn.
"
h MMcn Rfilenr ot Archae
ology Confirms the Narrative of
Samaria.
queen's message) he arose and went for
his life."
But the full anger of the Lord was not
excited against Ahab and Jezebel until
the Incident of the vineyard occurred.
When Ahab told his relentless wife that
Kaboth refused absolutely to sell his In
heritance to suit the royal pleasure, Jeze
bel took charge of the affair herself. She
trumped up false charges against Naboth.
got some rascals to swear to them, and
then had the unfortunate, man stoned to
death, by due process of law.
Then back came Elijah with a message
to Ahab from the Lord God of Israel: "In
the place where the dogs licked the blool
of Naboth shall dogs lick thy blood, even
thine."
It all came out according to the word
of Elijah's message, but the wicked
queen, strangely enough, long survived
the husband she had ruined, although
she, too, finally felt the vengeance of Je
hovah, for she was thrown from her pal
ace window, and when the dogs were
through those who went to bury , her
found only bones.
Beat the Kins; at Poker.
How the late King Edward VII of Eng
land lost ttC.OOO to J. J. O'Toole of East
St Louis in a poker game and presented
a gold purse to him in recognition of his
superior ability was told in St. Louis
before Justice of the Peace Bell.
According to the testimony, O'Toole won
the $SO,000 and King Edward's admiration
by beating a "pat" set of four fours, held
by King Edward, with a set of four
eights.
"His majesty had his fours all the
time, and I pulled in one of my eights,
after holding up three eights and an ace
for a 'kicker.' " O'Toole said.
The story was told at the hearing of
Frank Wllkins, charged with "larceny by
bailee." Mrs. Thad B. Strait, a sister of
O'Toole, testified her brother gave the
gold purse to her, and she pawned It
She caused her attorney to redeem it.
The attorney gave it to Wllkins to keep
In his saloon safe. Wllkins sold out his
business soon afterward, and then sold
the purse for $14 it is charged. St. Louis
Timet
Drawn for The Bee by Tad
The Artistic
A Young Lady Writes to Miss
perament She Gets
By WINIFRED BLACK.
She wants to be an artiste's model, and
she has written to me asking me how to
get work at being one.
"I. have an exquisite molded form,"
she says In the letter, "and an artistic
temperment. I am ;
very talented and
have done artlBtlo
work. My work
has been accepted '
and highly praised
tn various stores,
and I, would like
to go on with It,
but they offer me
such ridiculous
prices that I can
not do it. How
shall. I get Into
my proper sphere?"
My dear, sweet
foolish little g'ri,
your proper sphere
In right at home with your good, sensible
mother "who worries about you," you
say. I don't blame her.
If a daughter of mine ever get the Idea
Into her little head that he had "an
exquisitely molded form" I'd never give
her rest or peace, night or day, till I got
that notion out of her brain, if I had to
discharge the laundress and give
daughter the family washing to do to
make her realize that there Is only one
thing on earth worth having, and 'that
Is rest I ',. ,'.';
Artistic temperment! If I ever caught
any girl of mine thinking herself "tem
peramental" I'd shut her up In a con
vent with a wail six feet high all around
the place, and I'd keep her there till she
came to her senses.
jArtlstlc temperament! Tes, there is
such a thing, but the people who have it
never know It themselves. The one sure
s'gn that a girl Is absolutely without
what we call temperment, for want of
a better name, is when she starts talk
ing about it
And your work, poor little girl, that
"artistic" work you do so delightfully,
what Is it, tatting or wool work? Per
haps you make doilies with marguerites
on thim, or tray cloths with pond miles
all over the part where the unoffending
cups ought to sit, or maybe you paint
panels or decorate china, all nice work,
all ' delightful work, for a pastime; but
how can you think that there Is anything
serious about It?
They praise you at home and tell you
you are "so artistic." Well, so you are,
no doubt, within the limits. Why don't
you stay In the limits and be happy?
Some day some nice young man will
see you sitting on the porch embroidering
a bureau scarf, and he'll think, "There,
she Is the right kind of a girl. No ten
nis for her, no golf, no running around
all hours of the twenty-four, but Just as
nice, quiet, neat, gentle little soul who'll
love to darn socks and look pleasant
whle she's doing It" And he'll speak
to you with a new note In his voice, and
all at once you'll see what nice eyes be
Always Too
By BEATRICE
"Love is exactly like war In this that
a soldier, though he has escaped three
weeks complete on Saturday night may,
nevertheless, be shot through his heart
on Sunday morning." Laurence Sterne.
It Is not an uncommon thing for those
on whom Cupid has spent no arrows to
boast that they are invulnerable.
They are always too young to make
that boast. Too young when the years
have bowed their shoulders and powdered
their heads.
It Is no distinction to have escaped.
To be Incapable of emotion is so similar
to a mummy existence that those who
have reached years of maturity and have
never been "shot through the heart"
have .reason to be alarmed about it
themselves.
There is something lacking sympathy,
tenderness, charity, tolerance, hope,
faith or the power to dream.
Such a one should not boast. It Is
rather a matter to be regretted and
remedied. It Indicates a sickness of the
most sacred of the emotions.
It indicates a lack of ability to love, a
coldness that makes love turn away.
Neither is it to one's credit to have
loved only once. The heart doesn't die
with humiliation at Its first mistake. It
lives to make another, and another, and
pill
airnn tr i,
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Temperament
Black on the Subject of Tern
Good Sound Advice 1
has and how broad his shoulders are,
and you'll forget all about the "artlstlo
temperament" and ' the things that go .
with It. ' . )l
You'll find yourself walking the
aisle of a qu't little church some day j!
to the old, cid song the organ sings, and
your little head wilt be whirling around v.
and around with happiness, and you will
have found your vocation and the best ' '
vocation it Is on earth, too.
' Don't envy the girl with the real artls
tlo temperament, pity her. She'll fly
farther than you, but oh, how her wings t
will ache sometimes! ' ;
She'll see the world, she'll be part ot
It, and half the time she'll be envying
you, JUBt simple, contented, tittle whole. ,:
some you, with all her poor, hungry '
heart.
Oh, yes, they're all right the studio
teas and the bohemlan dinners, and the '
"Art for Art's sake" Jargon, for a while, -,
but any one who really grows up, grows
away from all that sort of thing some -day,
and then what? - -
' It's no fun posing tn a cosy corner '
when you're scrawny or fat; no cne looks
at you. It's tiresome trying to be tem
peramental when your feet ache because
they are too small to carry your weight.
And who cares how "artistic" the ar-:
rangement of your hair may be when you "
have to dye it to keep the gray from '
showing?
The artlstlo temperament people wlll
tell you all about It, little girl. Just get'
behind the screen in the bachelor apart-
nient, where the woman you envy so ;
much lives and tries" to pretend she
likes It.
She is a genius, a real genius, and, like"'
most geniuses, she'a as unhappy as . a
woman can be. She has a home some v
where and a good man in the home wait-
Ing for her to get over her madness and s
come back to him and the boy she left
when she followed the call of tempera- '',
ment. "
She can't go back. Her genius won't
let her; she Ilea awake here in the little"
frame of a disappearing bed after the '
guests are all gone and the wildly hilar- ;
lous dishes have been gayly washed and
hid behind the piano top, and she cries,
and she cries, and she cries. She remem- '
bers the light of perfect adoration in the
eyes of her little son. What would she ;
give for one such look tonight?
Go back? She can't She must work,-'
work, work till she dies, and she can't
work In the little town in the little home
where the boy lives with his lonely father,-;'
so she stays on the "studio apartment"
and Is picturesquely miserable. . '
Tou don't belong there, little girl, at
all. Be content In your "comfy" home, i
with your mother, the best and dearest
friend you'll ever have. . .
And, remember, that he Is coming down
the road sometime, maybe today, per- ;
haps next week, to round out and fill in
your life.
"Artistic temperature," '' "exquisitely ?
molded form;" forget these foolish words,
my dear little girl, and some day you'll
be quite, quite happy, y
Young to Boast
J
FAIRFAX.
that which is sometimes retarded as a.
"mistake" turns out to be the most bene
ficial and needful of experiences.
The mistake lies in carefully covering
one's heart with frost and then making
the boast that it Is Invulnerable.
There never was a heart so fortified,
so watched, so guarded and so closely
sentineled that there was not some open
ing by which love could enter if he
chose. ' .
Sympathy, pity, pride, -vanity, hope,
who can say which one will point to a
weakness in the fortress?
There is some mode of entry Into the
hardest heart. If there -were not this
would be a dreary place in which to live.
So don't boast .that time, has left- your
heart "whole. . Rather regret it, and
remedy It while the remedy still lies la
your hands. . . . . , ,
No Chance for Difference ot Opinion
"Didn't you find Miss Brown a very in
telllgent glrir ,
."Oh, yes." ; - , M
' "She makes a business of reading all
the new books as fast as they appear."
"So she told me."
"And you got along beautifully to
gether?" "Yes, Indeed. She had It all her own
way."
"How was that?"
; "Wb7 I haven't read a book la t y xr
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