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THE SUNDAY PROVINCE, VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, MAY 11, 1930. 6 SUNDAY PROVINCE Published at 7k Provine Building, Victory Spum, Vancouver, by Tk Vancouver Daily Province Limited. Tk Province aim to be an independent clean mewtpaper for tke home, devoted to public SUNDAY, MAY 11, 1930. LAURELS FOR DAUBER. Years ago, a yonnp poet, straggling for place in the sun, dedicated his talents to tha lowly of the earth, the scorned, the rejected. "Kot the ruler for me," he sang: Sot the ruler for me. but the ranker, the tramp ol the road. Tt aiave with the ark on his should era, pricked on with the goad. Tbe nan wtta too weighty a burden, too weary a toad." The young poet sang, according to his consecration, of sailors and soldiers and workers, of roysterers, men of the road, of the tragic widow of the Bye Street, of Danber and his terror in the voyage round the Horn, of Saul Kane and his sins and the Everlasting Mercy. But while he sang, with grim realism, of the dark and sordid things he knew, and while he never failed to call a spade a spade, he did not forget to describe the beauties which had eoote his way also, the lure and the glimmer and romance of the sea, "the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail shaking, "clean, green, windy billows, notching out the sky," stately Spanish galleons, "dipping through the tropics by the palm-green shores, and -The tint, keen bowe of the stately dippers steering Toward the Northern Star and the fair ports of home." Ships and their magic were a passion with the young poet, and so was the fcng- Bah countryside and its beauties, . AH In the early April, when daylight comes at five, X went Into the garden, most (lad to be alive; ' The thrushes and the blackbirds were singing in the thorn. ; lad April flowers were singing tor Joy of being bom. - . ' ; e e e . AD this was years ago. Now the young poet, so longer young, has been made poet laureate of England, and the man who consecrated himself to the slave with the sack on his shoulders will be expected, on occasion, to make verses about very different things. Fate plays strange tricks at times, but it brings its compensations, and the honor bestowed by the British Labor government oa Masefield, the sailor poet, is one of them. There have been a great many cheap sneers of late at the laureateship and the things it includes, at canaries that didn't ting, at inspiration from butts of sack, at eotrrt rhymesters and the like.' All the tame, it is a very fine thing that, in this Materialistic, machine-ridden age, the government of a great country should pause in the midst of its worries about taxes and warships and unemployment to choose from among its men of letters the poet most de serving of signal honor. The highest expressions of the human soul are to be found in the world's literature, and of the world's literature, the best is found in its poetry. The nation that honors its poets, then, honors ilaelf. John Masefield may not be a poet of the first rank. Perhaps he will find it difficult to fill the shone that Tennyson wore so easily and that Wordsworth found a little irksome. But at least he is an authentic poet, a competent poet, a poet of strong individuality. He has written some very lovely things, he has written some things that are strong but a bit revolting, and he has written other things that are neither beautiful nor strong, but commonplace and pedestrian. But what of that? Homer nodded, and Wordsworth sometimes went sound asleep. Masefield has passed the flush of his youth. He has lost his passion and his stridency. He has mellowed and is aware rf it; "Be with me. Beauty, tor the fire Is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, whose young passion sets the spindrift flytng. Is soon too lame to match, too eotd for loving. "X can not sail your seas, I can not wander Tour comland. nor your hill-land, nor your valleys Sver again, nor share the battle yonder Where the young knight the broken squadron rallies. Only stay quiet while my mind remembers The beauty of fire from the beauty of embers." e e The beauty of embers may not be the beauty of flame, but embers can be blown koto life again. There is such a thing as second wind in a poet aa in a runner, and Masefield, after all, is only B5. What may we not hope from a man who could write fXe this: "I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming In solemn beauty Hie alow old tunes of Spain: X have teen the lady April bringing the daffodils. Bringing the springing grass and soft, warm April rain, X have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea. And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships; But the loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her 11 pa." of course if we may put it in that familiar way you never knew the half of it. We were going to say, as our considered advice to all editors and other newspaper persons, about to go in for this sort of thing "Dont!" Really, the preliminary excitements of it, if we had such a thing as a nervous system to our names, would be altogether nerve-wrecking. But why should we be so disingenuous, letting-on that we did not find it full of fun, pre tending that we weren't enjoying it tre mendously, even in advance of the event, and wondering how Ernest Williams, aged eight, is going to parade his pet grey rat, three months and a half, called Squeaky? For judging by the preliminary excitements, it is going to be a great affair in Stanley Park next Saturday afternoon, and we think you ought not to miss it on any account. These presents are by way of a cordial invitation to you, that you should come and grace the function with your presence. The . children are going to be there, hundreds of them. They are going to be there with their pets, in twenty-five classes. They are going to be there with Dogs, some large dogs, some small, some medium, some high-bred, some just naturally Dog. They are going to be there with Persians and Part Persians and Cats Which Just Happened and Ponies and Holstein Cains and Pink-Eyed Rabbits and Bantam Roos ters and what we might call Dark Horses Whose Identity Must Not Be Disclosed. And Cecil and Sally will be there, who are not owners, but owned. And the Boy Scouts will be there to keep the line of march, and veterinary surgeons to take care of Fat Dogs Indisposed. And the place will be Stanley Park, and the day will be Saturday, and the hour will be 2:30 in the afternoon. (The Common (Round By I. BCTTCRFIELO. MUD TURKLES AND ALL. Did you ever have anything to do' with a Pet Parade? Did you ever invite your young friends, 15 years and under, to exhibit their friends, including a mud turtle by the name of Oscar, under your auspices? Did you ever co-opt the S.P.CA. people, for the purposes of this high enterprise? Did you ever organize a grand narade and march-past in the park? Did yon ever devise a comprehensive category of entries, with twenty-five classes including ages of children and ages of pets, with a special prise for the dog with the eorliest tail only to discover that the Wtrput class of all was likely to be "miscellaneous 1" Did you ever . . . But of course jwu never did, and equally. AS TO BUILDING. There are disputes as to the erection of apartment houses, the number of which is increasing in every Canadian city. It Is satisfactory, however, to note that in Greater Vancouver the records show that the building of private homes, in which the resident will have his own front and back door, and perhaps a bit of garden, in on the upgrade. It may be supposed that this will tend to home life and to parental ears, though it will mean more work by the elders. But it will lead to children growing up with happy memories; the habitation will be a spot to which he or she who wanders far afield will look back perhaps will visit when years are past, to see again with the greatest interest and to say: "Here was I born in this back yard I used to play." The propensity to build seems to be natural to man. We see houses being completed around us now, in all their glory of new construction and fresh paint. And we read of excavations where they are un covering dwellings built thousands and thou sands of years ago. The urge to build attacks the child at an early age and when be is shown by his elders how to build an erection of playing cards, of which there are usually plenty available, he finds it exactly suited to his constitution. What matter that his house of cards may be devastated by a touch; he is as pleased with that catastrophe as with the building thereof. A house of cards. The phrase has come to be proverbial. It has been the symbol of blasted hopes and unfulfilled schemes. It has stood for the imaginative structure of the future that a girl built before the disappointment came that laid her hopes in the dust. It has represented the frustrated designs of the politician, or the catastrophe of the Napoleon of finance whose carefully- planned castle of dreams tumbles about his ears. For there is much adventurous build ing that is no manner of use. It may be said, even of houses that have passed successfully the critical eye of the architect. that they resemble the human body of which the poet says: "The moment that our lives begin. We an begin to die." In like manner, aa soon as a house is built, it begins to disintegrate. What will it be after a century or two? You may say you do not want it to last so long. Why? "Oh," you say, "I don't want to think of the future. Pve got enough to do with the present" And then? There is, of course, something to be advanced for those who build for hundreds of years' duration. The skyscraper is a feature of modern cities. In a hundred years not a single one of the men who built them will be alive. But their edifices will prob ably last on. It is too early for us to da termine their expectation of life, but it would seem that if these enormous Babel aggregations of offices will not last for four or five centuries, it was scarcely worth while to build them. It may be said of them that they demonstrate a certain cour age on the part of their architects and contractors, and that they found employ ment for a great number of people. Still, their erection was more or less a matter of business. They can not be placed in the same category as cathedrals and national monumental buildings. The world of thought would not be what it is if the ancient temples, cathedrals and castles did not exist. Many people have never seen the Pyramids of Egypt, or the ruined temples of Greece, or the triumphal arches in Rome. But we know that these features of the past do still stand; and we may think that those who built tbem had no notion that they were building houses of cards. There was more poetry in the smallest of them than there is in the big gest of skyscrapers. It will be allowed, however, that even the most enthusiastic . of these builders would hesitate to say that they built for eternity, so far as stones, timber, bricks and mortar were concerned. Yet the faith and consecration . of faculty that entered into the making of them had a spiritual quality not to be forgotten in this world or the next. If we accept the Christian faith, with its doctrine of the Resurrection and eternal life, we know that in this our mortal ex istence our efforts after Christlikenesa are not for these passing years only, but that they contemplate a life to come. Christ and his apostles had a good deal to say about this sort of building. Jesus said: "Therefore whosoever heareth theso sayings of mine and doeth them, I will Ukea him to a wise man, which built his A Consecration I A' SIS George Paish, noted English economist, is only enunciating half a truth when be tells us in words of deep conviction that the United States is harming herself by her proposed tariff THE REAL adjustments upward. He MASTER. leaves the reader with the impression that the policy of the United States as a nation is to reduce the other commercial nations of the world to a state of bankruptcy. And that would be a national policy unthinkable to such astute men as the Americans. The view one gathers from a prolonged reading of the opinions expressed by a majority of the more reputable and thinking journals of America is the same view as that expressed by Dr. Nicholas Murray Butler and by Sir George Paish. They re gard it as a national calamity. But they also regard it as a calamity forced on the nation rather by its avid and avaricious business corporations than as a calamity forged by the will of the people. Almost every new high duty passed by the House has been the result of a long, in credibly expensive and determined lobby used ruthlessly in the interest of some specialized industry to force Congress into granting the increase not for the purpose of protecting an essential industry, but for the purpose of further enriching those in terested in it at the expense of the con sumer. It is one of the more outstanding re sults of the modern system of government in that country where the government is more and more governed by that mysterious and amorphous force called big business. If the disastrous results of the tariff foretold by Sir George do actually come about to the confusion of American busi ness and national finance, it may have the effect of returning the government of the country into the hands of the people and of making those States, while perhaps a little humbler, still a more solidly prosperous nation. e N illuminating sidelight upon the first noticeable results of the decision to include women in the Canadian Senate is offered in the report of what the first woman senator said about THE FEMALE the Dunning budget. The MIND. dear woman finds good in it because it makes tea and British dishes cheaper for Canadian housewives and then utters this gem of political thought: "We shall thus be able to make a much better impression on our husbands, who should, we feel sure, commend our more skillful handling of their money." Was there ever a more beautiful subversion of interest to fact? She has al ready announced that these improvements are due to the Dunning budget, and in the very next breath she takes the credit for a more skillful handling of husband's money. But what, one reflects, is the use of cheaper tea and cooking pots if other items of the budget handle the husband's money so skillfully that he can't afford tea and has nothing to put in the new cooking pots ? ris announced that the Duke of Montrose will put up to auction the famous moun tain called Ben Lomond. He says he can not afford to keep it up. My idea of a mountain was that if you let A NEW it alone long enough, it INDUSTRY, would keep itself up. And . this leads me to a suggestion of great potential value to this province. The lords of nature, when they confected British Columbia, turned a very great deal of it up on end, so that for every mountain in Scotland we have several, even more rugged and higher. So if there is a market for mountains, let us add that market to our other natural resources. I will under take to provide a mountain a day for a long period to all bona fide purchasers. Indeed, the idea is not so new as it sounds. For I have word that in the old days many men who bought land here from blueprints exhibited in England did actually find that they had bought perfectly authentic mountains. WORD from London advises us that in the House of Commons the usual questions have been asked as to the influence of Red Russia upon the present disturbances in India. We RUSSIA are a remarkable race; we ONCE MORE, always look for causes as I far afield as we can. Almost never, we look at home. This business has been fermenting for many years before there ever was a Red Russia. In the old days of the Czarist regime it was the custom and a more reasonable custom than the present one to blame Russia for border trouble. And now we pick on the Soviets. It never occurs to us that it might be due to England. My view is that if you are going to dominate a people you should ruthlessly dominate them and let it go at that But many years ago the paternal and kindly English Government looked at the poor Indian brother and saw that he lacked the blessings of education. So they edu cated him. Thousands of Indian nationals have been through the great English uni versities, other thousands through the Inner and Middle Temples, have become barristers and very astute lawyers. Many have done both. You can not undertake to keep a people in a state of servitude if you go to work and educate them upon lines that very distinctly show them they are getting the dirty end of the stick. One thousand educated enthusi asts, conscious of the proper road to the enthusiasms of several million uneducated men, can produce the most astonishing and awkward results. . By JOHN MASEFIELD Sot of th proicee and prelate with periwigged charioteer Riding triumphantly laurelled to lap the fat of the years Bather tk scorned tk rejected the men hemmed in with th spears. The men of the tattered battalion which fight tSl U diet, Dazed with the dust of the battle, the din and the trie. Tk men with tk broken head and the blood running into their eye. Not the be-medaUed commander, beloved of the throne. Riding cock-hor to parade when the bugle are blown. But the lad who carried the koppi and can not be known. Sot the nder for me, but the ranker, the tramp of the road, Tk tlav with the tack on hi shoulder, pricked on with the goad, Tk man with too weighty a burden, too weary a load. The tailor, the ttoker of tteamern, the man with the clout, Th chantyman bent at the halyard putting a tune to the shout. The drowty man at th wheel and th tired lookout. Other may ting of the wine and the wealth and the mirth, Th portly presence of potentate goodly in girth Urn be th dirt and the droit, the dutt and teuat of the earth! Their be the music, the color, the glory, th gold; Mine be a handful of ashes, a mouthful of mould. Of th maimed, of the halt and the blind in the rain and the cold Of the thall my tongt be fashioned, my tale b told, Ifflnm I! in i miii i i I p His MllilBSii am LAMP SeeO ur Shades for the boudoir or the largest floor lamp. Quite "the rage in New York and the East BIRKS ft SHADES Window ' Chintz decorated beyond words Prices from Spring Cleaning of Yesterday By GRACE UJCRHABT. DROPPED In for tea having been asked, of course. i Tm serine cleaning." said my hostess amiably. I wasat quite sure but it seemed to me she had said the same thing over the telephone three weeks ago. Then I realized that spring-cleaning of today Is a sort of lady-like pastime more or lees In the light of an avocation. Something you do because you like to do it, something that la unhurried and part of the springtime. You may do out your sewing-machine drawer although X nave never heard of anyone who did and can that spring cleaning. A sort of leisurely pursuit. But not the spring cleaning of yesterday. That was no leisurely pursuit. That was more In the nature of a cataclysm. Spring cleaning In my early youth on an Ontario farm was even worse than that. It meant that the uttermost corners of the house even to the "pothole" under the kitchen stairs must be turned upside down. The point was to disturb everything. There was nothing In that dark old "pot-hole" remotely resembling a pot nothing but discarded foot gear and you can Imagine the state foot gear must have been In In those days before It was discarded. The only thing that really belonged there that vas In actual use was the bootjack. For a day or two or perhaps a week the entire Lares and Fenatea was apt w - Points of View It Take All Sortt of Opinion! To Make a World. DETRIMENT TO YOOiG MEN. President E. W. Beatty, C P. R.: I do not think I am exaggerating when I say that perhaps nothing Is a greater detriment to a young man's progress than vanity, conceit and Inordinate self-assurance. They are what we call provocative qualities, provocative of all the opposition and hostility It Is possible for humans to feel for each other. THE CLOTHES PROBLEM. 1-;. ne Kpofcetunan-Re-riew: Summer is coming, and with It the troublesome summer problem of how to make people wear sufficient clothes. Sufficient for what? Oh, just sufficient. ,No use being too precise about It. Dif ferent people have different Ideas about that, but the most exacting people are those In charge of summer resorts, because at summer resorts there la more of a tendency to get Daca to nature than there Is In the city, Early settlers win remember the fuss about one-piece bathing suits. This lasted several summers before It was reluctantly admitted that one piece was sufficient If It was a good- sized piece. Now the style Is for two-piece bathing suits, but the two pieces put together are often not as large as the one used to be. Then It was short skirts. Then it was the stocklngless fad. It win be noticed that rate the backyard, while everything possible women's costumes cause most of the trouble. received a coat of whitewash. Not everytning, xms may oe due to the fact that women are perhaps. If you had a brick house, like the more experimental than men, also more fond McLellanda, the parlor was prooaoij ppcrcu, nnoj cuuuortAuie. ino sun-tan epidemic hut we hadnt that kind of a house. So It was provided one summer's worrying, but that aU whitewashed. And It was one unbroken I seems to be dying out, and for a while it rule that nothing must go back In Its old looked as If there would be a' non-worrying place. Everything had to be changed, or eiss summer. you wouldn't feel you had done your uoum- This Is not the case. Some flrst-clasa con- cleaning. cern la already being manifested with regard - to outdoor pyjamas, but the fancy running One particular chore that fell to the lot of trunks that are called shorts. A few enter- the children was filling the beds with straw. 1 prising summer resorts have given notice that rht a erand lob. There was snouting, these will not be considered sufficient wear. and the fun of dragging the ticks down stairs ing apparel It will. In brief, be a normal and out to the bam yard, where me oia summer in every respect. was emptied out. After a winters Sleeping n was broken Into the shortest bits possible-like chopped macaroni. And when that was emptied the fun began. We took the empty tick into the straw mow and filled it as full as It was possible with fresh straw, with an eye fnr the odd dead thistle. Because a thistle in TIME. The Mayo Clinic: Forty-seven years ago this Bummer Rochester was a levelled mass of ruins; a tornado had twisted Its base, uprooted It. William Morrell Mayo, country, doctor. In- 44L Little Benny By LEB PAPB ME and Puds Slmains was wawa-lng down the street with our arms around each other necks like 2 trends, and some man wawklng pass sed. Thats a spirit, boys, there nuthing like true irenasuip, aecp uy and you'll always be happy. Puds savins- to me, I bet well al ways keep It up all rite, wont wer Sure. O. I sed. It wont matter wmi happens, this Is th way we'll always be even after we grow up and get married and everything, I sed. Sure, you bet. Puds seu. even u theres war and wto both in dinrent armies fighting agenst each other, we wont shoot at each other if we see each other lerst, he sed. I should say not, wen Just snoot over each others hed and have a joke on the rest of the army, I sed. And we kepp on wawklng wtta ear arms around each others neck and we started to go pass the corner house and the bewty looking new gerl with the long black cans was standing -in tne window, us not savins anything till we sot pass and then Puds sed, O boy did you see those teeth? Well eosh. I awt or saw mem, sne smiled rite at me, I sea. ana roas sea, Like heck she did, you must be cross eyed, I was looking Ate a her ana l could see who she was smilln at. Meaning him. and I sed. Go on dont make ma lad, if anybody smiled at you It would be because your so funny looklnz. O Is that so, puds sea. weu n you was In a munkey cage the other mun-keys would look at you and feel han soms, thats how funny looking you are. he sed. ... And we kepp on telling each other how funny looking we thawt they was for about 10 minnits without our arms around each others neck. Proving Its no use making too many plans for the future when even the present is so unaeciaea. The Mint Ha Gone to Seed. Pussy ladv (who hu Wn time In selecting her purchase) But I don't think this is lamb. It looks mo um.9 mutton. Exasperated butcher It was lamb when I first showed It to you. madanw Montreal star. , """"""" But It's Sweet Mostc. oirt I maintain that love-maklne is just the same as It always waa. tier sweetheart How do vou know! tout a Girl I've lust been rwltn .h.. Greek maiden who sat and listened ta a lyre all the evening. Ti.rtan aZ. zeue. Rag Bag Antique. ! Dealer It's a genuine antique, sir. Customer But you are asking fearful nrlca for It. Dealer Well, sir. look how wages and the cost of materials have gone up I it' f rn-ht does not tend to ab- dian fighter, took charge of patching up the it rent and a beauty sleep. Then when we scores of injured people In a small town. His couldn't eet any more straw Maudle. who was boys helped him. the domestic one, produced yarn and a darn- I A temporary hospital was thrown up which in needle and sewed the opening tight. Then was the beginning of the world-famed "Clinic there was the fun of dragging It back Into the city." Probably the only city of Its type In house and upstairs. Sleeping that night was the world, Rochester Is a giant hospital. To it, an adventure. You might finally drop off to each day, come hundreds of sufferers by sleep, far up on the highest height of the plane, train, motor, foot. All know that they Himalayas, but by morning, when your aching will be treated. Twenty-five per cent, are bones finally wakened you, you would very likely free cases; 30 per cent, pay the bare expenses u not. be down In the Valley of the Ten Peaks of their own cases; 45 per cent, pay for run- If not right out on the floor. Prom that time nlng the Clinic. Besides the Brothers Mayo on. It was merely a matter of adjustment, tou made your own geography to suit your figure. py,. rm bedroom, of course, seemed to come in for the most meticulous cleaning. It th best of everything anyhow one never knew who was going to drop in especially a - I Verse of the Day mat on the floor even though the rag V , l usea w uuu u Something Wrong'.' , He Something seems to be wrong with this engine, it She Don't be foolish; wait until we get off this main road. Swiped. The Scoutmaster Why weren't you out on the last hike? The Bov Scout I eouldnt go, sir. My sister swiped my uniform and wore it to a picnic. Table Tools. The : Salesman Knives, sir? Certainly. A carving knife? Mr. TaUtlmber No, I dont want no cuttin' knife. Just a plain, duU eatln' knife. .?,: ....:; - rrtacharged. Judge What's the charge? Policeman Intoxicated, your banc. Judge (to prisoner! Whaf nn name? PrtnT Ounn, your honor. Judge WeU. Ounn. in disrhm. m. this time, but dont let at in uu loaded again. T,?T.UU Negligent. ; - DUnn a bl football mmft mrtm s the spectators persisted In making myi complimentary remarks to a rather loud voice about the referee. At las the referee could stand It no Sanger, so he went up to the fellow and said: "My man, I've been watehin vrm carefuny for at least twentyrdtrrrtea uiiOTupung mm the spectator retorted: "I'm not surprised. I could see you were not watching the play." Actkm. , i v Little Mary was on a vtatt to grandparents and the old-fashioned grandfather clock In the hall wu a. source of wonderment to her. While she was standing before it her grand- uiuuacr wuu j ner irom the next roonu ib me ciock running, dear?" s "No, ma'am." Dromntlv rent 14 ti-w "It's Just standing etui and wagging its , , i Made Connections. The traveller looked at the ions list of calls and the numerous trains h had to catch during the week's trip. , I don t mind getting up early." he for meals." said, "but you've not even left tlm4 there are over 300 other medical men in town. The town Is like a hospital campus. No street cars break the quiet; no clanging noises disturb the peace. Silent buses slip about the streets. No factory whistles shriek. It Is a town of healing, charity, repose. , vm as eood as new. t ,m m iinon our best mat the on with a wreath of rosea surrounding two roosters In mortal combat If I could only gaze upon that mat first thing in the morning my would have been patterned upon lines. th ntetnres in the big kitchen seemed to take on a fresh lease of life after their glass had been cleaned with soap and t..r mi mndfathers eye. which had be come more or less misty through a winter's dust, now followed me unwaveringly no mat- .h.r t wmt in the room, ine verae w -..h nohhv Burns and his Highland Mary, under the Hawthorne tree became quite read- "How richly bloomed the gay green blrk. How rich the hawthorn blossom. As underneath its fragrant shade, I clasped her to my bosom." THE MODERN MAID. "Be good, sweet maid," And If you can, be clever. Brains are an asset In this urgent day. . , Charles Kingsley did not know the stem endeavor With which the modern girl must make her way-Bound to the office Or the classroom lecture: To courts of law Or telegraphic keya. How could the gentle elerto ever picture His sweet maid travelling in paths like these. Yet girls are still the same. Changed but In outward seeming. In heart and soul with the poet's maid they're one; Only, alaa, there's little room for dreaming In a bobbed head bent o'er a Remington. RENE NORCROSS. LOVE'S WAY. house upon a rock. "And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house and It fell not. for It was founded upon a rook." Also the apostles, looking abroad upon the flux of time by which, ultimately, all human building's are swept away, spoke of a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens, a mystic structure that will abide when the f raU tabernacle of our flesh is destroyed, He certainly wasnt clasping her In the plc--,, i ud to resretfully observe. It was r. iik . tint ws had of Jim Doyle, the Love holds a light: mh mun. on hla wedding day. It was touch We see her taper from afar ,.h mh.ther the masternlece that of And know it steadfast as a star Klne William crossing the Boyne was more To guide aright. imnortant than the brown picture of Queen Victoria. It waa my private conviction that Love finds the way; "You can eat on the trains," replied the manager. "You can't waste time with all those calls to make." ; The traveller departed and was again on the mat when the week was over. "Well," said the manager, "how many orders?"- The traveller hesitated for a moment and then said cheerfully: "Oh. I haven't got any orders, atr, but I caught all those bloomin' trains!" Stratford Beacon-Herald. t Carry Onl s Pat, who was moving, had asked one or two of his friends to carry his chicken-house round for him. - -. They found this a strenuous Job, but struggled on. About half-way they set the coop down to have a rest when one of them suddenly exclaimed: "Why, where s Pat?" "I'm all right," came a voice from In side the house. "I'm, carrying the perches. ..-.....' ' Dressing. Customer (In drug store V A mustard plaster. 4 Drug Clerk (force of habit) were out of mustard; how about mayonnaise? All Duty Removed Now Reduced Price At Your Grocer's there was no comparison, but on account of my upbringing on royalty, any mention of my taste in the matter would nave ocea an evidence of lese majeete, '"" For perhaps a week this upheaval con. tlnued. There was no proper food to eat-there was no place to sleep comfortably the kitchen chairs were In the back vara the nlace was bleak and desolate beyond descrip tion. And then one day we awoke to the fact that everything was in order. Naturally no piece of furniture was In Its old place, but as a consequence life for a time savored of ad venture. " There was a clean smell of soap and whitewash everywhere. And there certainly was whitewash everywhere, even unto the back fence and the henhouse. The brush wai wielded as loos; aa toe supply of Urn lasted. Through bunding mist and driving rain. By gloomy vale or windswept plain She does not stray. Love bears a cross. For she must pay the utmost price For what she seeks In sacrifice, Nor count It loss. Love wears a crown. For winning to her longed-for goal. No storm can daunt her shining soul. No waters drown. Love rules us all; For her we toll, we watch and pray. And keep the hearthstone bright each day. Tie at her call I MARION L. JACKSON. MTU Liftoff MARY BAKER EDDY. .f Discoverer and Founder f Christian Science ; By SIBYL WILBUR An Aatbenti Biography' Mr. Eddy's life is here deA pkted with iUamtaatiag tieareess. The anther, ear.! iaily avoiding invention, ha presented ine iscts min freshing manner. Mist wu. bw was not a Christian SeV mist when she wrote this hiAcranbv for Dnblicsnoo ta a magszine ai timetm eu eolation - Pabnabedby. thk christian sens cs PUBLISHING SOCIETY, . Boston, U.S. A. 406 .Pages M ISastretteat .Cloth Edition: $3.50 MbeymnhieiataabookstoTety Where Too Can Get'" THE DAILY PROVINCE When Travelling - . i ' Sltert. eklf aJmodwr Gisu at !!. 904 W. kui ami Boston uai wemu. 1 uyA w. .1 A4 lat 8L; MetropoUtu S04A W. lit; Capital New., 281 W. 8th Ara., a. Paca. MO Cantra St. E4msnt4B United Tooacoo News. 10S?ft jatper An.: prannaal mm, loosj jaw-par at.; Domlntoa Clgu fitoras; - Taa McDonald Hotel. lull Baatt Sprints Ratal: Bu Carxtr etora. Jaeper r. . 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