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A SERMON FOR SUNDAY
AN ELOQUENT DISCOURSE ENTITLED
"COMMERCIALISM.”
A Pertinent Talk on a Present-Day Prob-
lems, by the Rev. Or. Reese F. Alsop—
Jesus Christ is the Measure of the
Stature of the Perfect Man.
BROOKLYN, N. Y.—Dr. Reese F. Alsop,
rector of St. Ann’s Church on the Heights,
preached Sunday morning on ‘‘Commer-
cialism.” He took his text from St. Luke
xii:15: “Man’s life consisteth not in the
abundance of the things which he pos-
sesses.”’ J
Dr. Alsop said:
I heard lately from a brilliant speaker
an address on “Commercialism.” To the
surprise of all, it was a panegyric rather
than a diatribe. His argument was that
commercial, that is, business activity, the
industrial epoch .in which we live and
whose push we feel, engenders certain use-
ful and even moral qualities, such as thrift,
underlying all accumulations of capital;
truth telling, which is essential to success-
ful trading; trust, without which the vast
credit system of the day could not exist;
the sense of responsibility shown in the
honesty of the great army of clerks and
place holders, among whom breaches of
trust, defaults and the like are compara-
tively rare, the percentage of the honest
being surprisingly high. At the same time
our Civil War and the Boer War have
shown that the commercial spirit did not
extinguish heroism and liberality. Wit-
ness the gifts of rich inen to education and
charities.
Now that is all true, and yet there is a
bad flavor about the word commercialism.
It has another cannotation. Is it not a
matter of emphasis? Jesus says, “Seek ye
first the kingdom of God.” He says again,
“What will a man give in exchange for his
life?” What are men exchanging their life,
with all its possibilities of symmetrical de-
velopment, for? What are they seeking
first? Is it not too largely material suc-
cess? St. Paul says: “Having food and
raiment we have enough.” The feeling of
to-day scorns such moderation. A modest
competence is nowadays nothing accounted
of. To make a living is not enough; to
achieve comfort for self and family is a
small thing; men aim and toil and struggle
for more dazzling prizes—a success that
makes a noise ey is talked of; that glit-
ters and dazzles the eye.
his is commercialism as I understand
it; the measuring of success by the stand-
ard of the ui place, the sinking of
other aims in the eager rush after gain.
There are high things possible for man.
Culture of body, mind, growth in moral
and spiritual attainments, expansion in
faculty and usefulness. There are magnifi-
cent careers open to him in science, in art,
in literature, in philanthropic service.
Over against all these stands the spirit of
the age and cries follow me. The ideal is a
man who turns everything to gold that he
touches; a man who gets and holds and
then goes on to get more and hold more.
Two conversations lately overheard illus-
trate the point. Dr. Rainsford, of S
George’s Church, walking down a New
York avenue, overheard the tall of three
or four university men before him. Look-
ing upon the gleaming equipages and splen-
did dresses flitting by, one said to another:
“I tell you, boys, it is money that goes in
this town, is it not?” The belief that it is
money that goes—the feeling that it is
money that ought to go—are evidences of
an almost universal sentiment.
“Who is building that
house?” said one to another. “Oh, that is
to be the residence of so and so. He used
to be a poor Baptist preacher, but Rocke-
feller found out that he had“ business abil-
ity, and I tell you he did not leave him
long a Baptist preacher. - He took him
into the Standard Oil Company, and now
see what a success he has achieved.” There
speaks commercialism. There is the voice
of the ideal which has almost hypnotized
our generation.
Agassiz’s splendid reply to the lecture
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magnificent
bureau, “I have no time to make money,
sounds like a piece of’insanity. ‘Gordon’s
refusal to accept reward from the Chinese
Emperor for his help in the Tai Ping re-
bellion sounds like a piece of Quixotism.
i Thoreau in
the woods, as pictured by Wagner, sums
only. an: idyllic dream. The pursuit of
learning for learning’s sake, the-service of
man with no itch ‘for reward, the quiet,
unostentatious sacrifice of personal interest
for the good of ‘others, these ‘are repu-
diated as folly. The ‘maddening crowd’s
ignoble strife is what makes itself heard.
5 ras like the, song of the siren. Like
the suction of'a vast maelstrom, it seizes
men and draws them in. By and by, diz-
zied by the fierce whirl, they forget the
high things and are content to be simply
money-makers. That is what I understand
by commercialism; the thrusting into the
front place of merely material success. It
is a corruption of the spirit in which life is
livid. It 1s a low, wrong motive. It brings
in and holds before the soul a false stand-
ard of value. It misconceives what is the
real success of life. It subordinates the
man to his possessions. It is a radical cor-
ruption of the ideal—an absolute reversal
of what our text says. Commercialism de-
clares and persuades that man’s life does
consist in the abundance of the things
which he possesses. Therefore, it urges
let him love supremely those things; let
tim aim at them. follow after them, sink
his very life in them. Let him for them
forego, if needs be, mental culture, artistic
development, moral elevation, spiritual ac-
tivity and all that goes to maka a full de-
veloped manhood. Quench, if necessary,
all lofty aspirations. Get things, gather
them about you, enthrone yourself on and
among them. Let atrophy seize every
other faculty so your faculty for getting
and getting on grows stronger.
Let me give an illustration or two.
There is a story of a man who was so eager
to keep safe a very precious thing that he
took it with him into a closet, set his can-
dle on the floor and then diligently nailed
fast the door, only to find, as his candle
flickered out, that he had shut himself in
with his treasure. Nailed and encoffined
in his own strong box. Here is another:
I read’some time ago of a young man, who,
upon graduation from college, found hinm-
self the possessor of $50,000 a year. He had
health, = strength, education, position.
Choices lay open before him. He might go
in for political life, for philanthropic serv-
ice, or college settlement work.
become a student and a patron of art, of
literature. He might throw himself into
the civic life of his day. In any of a dozen
ways he might find his life by losing it in
the service of man and of God. But alas!
he was dazzled by the ideal of the age.
Ambitious to turn his one million into
many, to win the power or notoriety vast
wealth can bring, he flung himself into a
banking house. All the beautiful opportu-
nities that invited him he forewent simply
and only that he might increase his pile—a
pile which ‘was already sufficiently large.
Grant him all the success he coveted, what
would be the end? A dwarfed man, with
an immense pile heaped up around him. A
life practically sunk and lost in the abund-
ance of the things which he possessed.
As I said, then, a moment ago, commer-
cialism is found in a wrong emphasis.
‘Wealth is good fairy won and nobiy used.
It is not money, but the love of money,
that is the root of all evil. Business is
good, commerce is good and necessary, in-
dustrialism is good and brin forth a
goodly progeny of virtues; zeal, activity,
perserevance, cleverness in affairs, are all
praiseworthy. Material success 1s desir-
able. “The blessing of the Lord it maketh
rich.” Yes, but to put these things first,
to rush after them so eagerly as to forget
other and higher things, in a word, to sink
in them one’s life with its possibilities of
growth and beauty and usefulness, that is
to have caught the spirit of the commer-
cialism of the day and the age.
Who can look als wit]
how this spirit tends to invade and ev
He might
ity. We read of commercialism in polities,
cial world, even in religion, and though we
may not have a distinct definition ready
we have a fairly clear idea of what is
meant. The place holder in nation or city
or State whose main thought is what he
can make and not what he can do; the art
ist who listens not to the voice of his ideals
but to the bids of the market, and paints
or carves simply for the money to be.got;
the author who writes simply what will
sell and forgets the truth for which he
ought to stand and the service in the way
of instruction, or comfort, or amusement
which he might minister to his iellows, is
each one tainted with commercialism.
has crept even into our universities, tempt-
ing boards of trustees amd faculiiés to bow
too subserviently to those who can furnish
endowments, tempting’ the young man to
turn from courses that cultivate the mind
to those which prepare for business. Our
theatres have felt the influence, and think
more of pieces which will draw than of
those which will elevate as we!l as amuse
and recreate those who see and hear.
ea, it is conceivable that even the
caurech may not escape. The ministry
that sets gain above usefulness has caught
the contagion. “Put me into the priesthood
that I may eat a piece of bread!” So cried
one of old, The very thought was a dese-
cration. The ministry that is sought for
the sake of “the pieces of bread” for a live-
lihood, whether it be large or small, is a
ministry not to God, not to those among
whom it is exercised, but to the man that
hoids it. The clergy who are in orders
chiefly for what they can win in the way
of comfort, or respectability or income are
unfit for their place. They serve not God
cr their fellows, but themselves. And so
the church whose chief aim is a large pew
rental and a fashionable congregation—for-
getting the while that the Master’s boast
was that to the poor the gospel was
preached, is tarred with the same stick.
es, commercialism is in the air. It is
the spirit that now works—that stealthily
penetrates every d:nartment of modern ac-
tivity, always seeking to make gain the
dominant motive. There is no line of work,
no business, no profession safe against its
insidious influence. It invades law and
medicine, even divinity, as we have seen.
It is felt in halls of legislation and seats of
government. Yea, it pervades even so-
ciety, making the fine raiment and the gold
ring and the large bank account more po-
tent to open doors than gentle birth and
fine breeding.
How are we to resist this influence—es-
cape this spirit? Just as we resist the con-
tagion of an epidemic, the depression of a
malaria, by fortifying the powers of life.
A man in whom the tide of life is full and
strong will walk unscathed through the
Plages Jaden air. The health that is in
im resists the disease that rushes upon
him. The bacteria that floats into throat
or lung, or stomach finds no nidus and
dies. It must be thus, then, that we es-
cape the spiritual danger. Fortify the life
within. Remember that life is more than
meat; that the kingdom of God and His
righteousness are infinitely worthy of our
seeking. Do not forget the possibilities of
vour life, what you can make of it in the
way of growth, what you can make of it in
the way of usefulness. Keep your eye on
the Master. In Him see what yoa may be
—in Him see what you may do. Yea, not
only keep your eye on Him, but keep in
living touch with Him, that the tides of
His life may flow into your soul, and carry
you on and up to the measure of the stat-
ure of the perfect man in Christ Jesus.
Finally, my brethren, “whatsoever things
are honest — whatsoever things are just,
whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever
things are lovely, whatsoever things are of
good report, think on these things.” Turn
vour thought and your eyes away from the
dazzling bait of the age.” Escape its snare.
Seek first the kingdom of God. Determine
to be a man, mentally, morally, spiritually;
determine to be a brother to vour fellow
man, and do for him a brother’s part; de-
termine to be a child of the heavenly
Father and obey His will, so far as you
know it; resolve that in you the splendid
possibilities hidden in the gift of life shall
be realized, and you shall have learned
how to use this world without abusing it.
Then ecommerce, business, success shall
minister to you but not enslave you; shall
embellish your life but not absorb it; shall
bring you, perchance, an abundance of
things to possess, but leave the while
strong and pure within you the life of
God. Then shall you in very deed possess
the abundance of the things which are
yours. Let them once get the better of
vou, climb into the throne of your heart
and life, and then they possess you -and
vou are their slave and their victim; nailed
and incoffinéd in your own strong “box
which has, alas, with your treasure, shut
in Four soul also.
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Living in Hope.
The habit of living in the future should
- make us glad and confident. -We should
not keep the contemplation of another
state of existence to make us sorrowful,
nor allow the transiency of this present
to shade cur joys. Our hope should maké
ts buoyant, and keep us firm. It’is an
anchor of the soul. All men live by hope,
even when it is fixed upon the changing
and uncertain things of this world. ut
the hopes of men who have not their
hearts fixed upon God try to grapple
themselves on the cloud wrack that rolls
along the flanks of the mountains; while
our hopes pierce within that veil, and lay
Lold of the Rock of Ages that towers
above the flying vapors. Let us then be
strong, for our future is not a dim per-
adventure, nor a vague dream, nor a fan-
cy of our own, nor a wish turning itself
into a vision, but it is made and certified
bv Him who is the God of all the past and
of all the present. It is built upon His
word, and the brightest hope of all its
brightness is the enjoyment of more of
His vresence, and the pessession of more
of His lkeness. That hope is certain.
Therefore let us live in it.—The Rev. Al-
exander MacLaren.
The Poor Man’s Day.
In all our towns, and throughout too
large a portion of our country districts,
the Sabbath rest is violated and the wor-
ship which was the consequence and con-
dition of this rest is abandoned. At the
same time the soul is deprived of its nour-
ishment and the body of its repose. The
poor man and the workingman are deliv-
ered up, unprotected, to the every day in-
creasing influence of error and evil. Thus
the profanation of the day has become
the ruin of the moral and physical health
of the people, at the same time that it is
the ruin of the family and of religious lib-
erty. The Sabbath is emphatically the
poor man’s and the working man’s day.
And there is no surer way to break down
the health, as well as ine morals and re-
ligion of the people, than to break down
the Sabbath. To say nothing of the Di-
vine law, on mere worldly grounds it is
plain that nothing is more conducive to
the health, intelligence, comfert and inde-
pendence of the working classes and to
our prosperity as a people than our Chris-
tian American Sabbath.—Count Montalem-
bert.
Past and Future.
The past is dead and has no resurrection,
but the future is endowed with such a life
that it lives to us even in a pation.
The p is, in many thing :
mankind; the future is, in all thin
friend. For the past there is no hor
the future there 1s both hope and fruition.
the
The past is the text book of
the Bible of the iree.
governed by the pas
Lot’s wite, crystallized in the
ing backward, and forever
looking forward.—H. Kirk W
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The Year.
Beautiful is the year in its comi
in its going—most beautiful and
because it is always ‘‘the rear
Lord.”—Lucy Larcom.
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A NARROW ESCAPE.
PB) HE thrilling experiences of
¥ ,.« J the old Lordsburg moun-
© © taineer, J. B. Camp, who
Re was besieged by four enof-
ow’ mous mountain lions in his
cabin in the mountains at Brown's
Flats, north of that Dunkard settle-
ment, as told’ in the Los Angeles
Times, brought vividly to the recollec: |
tion of the writer the blood-curdling:
adventures of the late Uncle Ari Hop-
per with an old grizzly she bear in
the Black Mountain, near San Jose,
early in the summer of 1869,
Scores of bears had fallen victims to
the deadiy aim of this bluff old pion-
eer znd hunter during his lifetime, yet
an involuntary shudder escaped him as
he related the following story to the
writer at his Covina home a few
months after celebrating his golden
wedding, before he met his untimely
death several years ago, by accident-
ally shooting himself in the stomach
while hunting rabbits in the wash just
south of Covina.
“I had been for many years consid-
ered a daring and successful bear
hunter, but one morning in the month
of May, 1869, I had all the conceit
knocked completely out of me when I
ran up against the vicious old she
bear that made her home at Black
Mountain, about thirty miles north-
east of San Jose. This old grizzly
was the largest and most dangerous
she bear I ever heard of in the Coast
Range, and it was she who came so
near getting Mose Williams on this
mountain several years before I made
her acquaintance. At the time I speak
of I and several of my friends were
camping on the Arroyo Bayou that
runs through the deep canon on the
west side of the Black Mountain, where
we intended to spend several days
hunting and fishing. Early one morn-
ing I told my friends that I was go-
ing up the mountain to kill one of the
big fat bucks that I felt assured would
be found on the summit. I spent near-
ly the whole forenoon on tne mountain,
but luck was against me that day, for,
not a single deer was to be seen. T
then started down the steep ridge that
leads from the summit down to the
fork of the creek, and as this ridge was
well covered with oak trees I kept a
sharp lockout for the game I was in
search of. "Proceeding a few hundred
yards ‘below the chamisal, I saw a
young bear about forty yards ahead
of me, and without stepping to think,
took a shot at it. When the cub felt
the sting of the bullet (it was only
slightly: wounded), it began to howl,
and in a moment the old she bear
rushed into view. She started after
me with blood in her eye, and I darted
down the steep side of the ridge as
though ten thousand imps were after
me. About sixty yards below the top
of the ridge there was an oak tree, and
you can bet I put in my ‘best licks to
reach that tree before the bear closed
in upon me. The tree had forked at
the ground, and one-half of it had
blown. down, and onto this “log ‘I’
sprung, just as the bear was snapping
at the tail of my coat. A desperate,
leap landed nte.in the fork of the tree
just as the bear mounted the log, See-
ing that she was sure to catch me, I
took my heavy rifle with both hands
‘and threw it with all my might down
on the bear's nose. The heavy blow
checked her long enough for me to
climb higher-up tlie tree, and to seram-:
ble out onto the first long. limb I
rea¢hed.” The bear was. close at my:
reels, but she fortunately climbed out
on a larger limb a little to the right
of the one I was on. By the time I
had crawled out on the limb as far as’
I dared without breaking it off, the
Infuriated animal was directly op-
posite me, snapping viciously. AS
she had to use all her feet to hold onto
the limb, she could not make use of
her huge paws to knock me off, so
she tried her level best to reach my
face with her huge jaws and bite my
head off. To avoid this I caught hold
of some small branches above, and
threw my head back as far as I could.
Just then I thought I was a goner, and
my time had surely come. Blowing
her hot breath in my face, with her
nose only a few inches from mine, her
fangs looked as long as the tines of a
pitchfork, and her mouth as large as
a rain barrel as she snapped vicious-
ly in her endeavors to reach me. I
thought of Susan and the kids at home
and wondered how they would feel
when they learned I had been torn to
pieces by a bear. Then I thought of
my companions down at the camp, and
in order that they might know where
to come and find my remains I shout-
ed as long and as loud as I could.”
The yell must have been similar to
the roar of Niagara, for at seventy
Uncle Ari possessed a pair of India
rubber lungs, and a voice like a fog-
horn, and he could let out a yell that
would have made a Comanche Indian
ashamed for himself,
“When I let that blast from my
lungs that went reverberating up and
down the deep canon for many miles,
it so frightened the old bear that she
backed down the tree in a hurry and]
i
the
put in her best licks to reach
chamisal. I tell you, my boy, that was
the closest call that I ever had, and I
only escaped death by the skin of my
t-.th."—J. 8. Matthews, in the Los
Angeles Times.
CHASED BY MINNESOTA WOLVES
C. J
traveling salesman, engaged a wagon
at Pine River, Cass County, to
him to Backus, twelve miles distant.
Frank Perry drove.
While stili four miles from Backus
five fierce wolves came up behind in
1 the dark.
Chapman, of Duluth, Minn., a!
take |
Perry was frightened and
Chapman drove, and told Perry to fight
with the whip till the team could
reach Backus.
The team was rapidly becoming ex-
hausted when Perry. threw out the
contents of his lunch basket to the
wolves. The animals stopped to quar-
rel over the morsels, and when they
came on to renew the attack another
smhll quantity eof food was thrown
them.
Chapman stood up in the sleigh and
lashed the tired horses to a final effort.
Close to the edge of the town the
wolves uttered angry howls of disap-
pointment and gave up the pursuit.
DYING BUCK FIGHTS HUNTER.
William H. Fish, a clerk at the Mich.
igan Central Office, in Detroit, Mich.,
has had an experience deer hunting
which left him sore and wounded, and
he was lucky to escape with his life af-
ter a hand-to-hand encounter with a
dying buck,
Mr. Fish and his daughter Eva are
spending the winter at Onway, and the
other day they went out to McNeil's
camp, nine miles from town, on a deer
hunting expedition. Henry McBride,
foreman of the camp, went in one di-
rection. Mr. Fish placed his daughter
on a runway and then took a different
route.
After Mr. Fish had gone a short dis-
tance he saw a young buck coming
toward him. "He knocked the fellow
down with the first shot, and a rust-
ling caused him to turn, and he saw
another deer. He started in pursuit,
but the deer got away. Mr. Fish
turned to retrace his steps, when he
saw another deer, as he supposed, ad-
vancing toward him. Another shot
and the animal fell.
Mr. Fish went up to the prostrate
buck, and it lodked as though the bul-
let had entered the back and come out
of the jaw. He ‘took from his pocket a
small knife and cut its throat, when
the deer landed both hind feet on his
back and knocked him down. Mr.
Fish was dazed, his knife gone, and he
didn’t know where his gun was. Then
he started to tackle the deer without
any weapons, and there was a battle
royal. The deer had enough life left
to kick, and he landed many a hard
one on Mr. Fish before that man, by
a lucky kick, broke the buck’s neck.
The deer weighed only eighty
pounds, and Mr. Fish said, when he
could talk, ‘that he was glad it didn’t
weigh 200 or he would not be telling
about it. He ‘suffered a great deal
from the wounds and will make sure
his deer ‘is dead in the future before
he starts with the knife.—St. Louis
Star,
MY FIRST MUSK OX.
I was in a dripping perspiration and
had dropped my fur capote and cart-
ridge belt after thrusting half a dozen
shells into my pocket. On an on I ran,
wondering, in a semi-dazed way, if the
musk oxen were really on the other
side of the ridge. Finally the ridge
took a sharp turn to the north, and as
I reached the top of it, there, about 100
vards ahead, were two of the musk ox-
en running slowly but directly from
me. Instantly "the blood coursed:
through my veins and thé mist cleared
from my eyes; dropping on one knee
I swung my rifle into position, but my
hand was so tremulous and my heart
thumped so heavily that the front sight
wobbled all over the horizon. I realized
that this might be the only shot I
should get, for Indians in more pro-
pitious seasons had gone to the Bar-
ren Grovads and not seen even one
herd; vet with the musk oxen going
away from me all the while, every in-
stant of time seemed an insuperable
age. The agony of those few seconds
I waited so as to steady my hand!
Once or twice I made another attempt
to aim, but still the hand was too un-
certain. I ‘did not dare risk‘ a shot.
When I had rested a minute or’ two,
that seemed fully half an hour—at last
the fore sight held true for an instant,
and I pressed the trigger. The exul-
tation of -that moment when I saw one
of the two musk oxen stagger, and
then fall, I know I shall never again
experience.—Caspar Whitney, in Out-
ing.
—_—
MAINE BEARS HUNGRY.
Deprived of their usual luncheon just
before retiring for the winter, and have
ing fared slimly on berries last summer
because of the small crop, the black
bears of Maine are in a bad temper.
Never before within the memory of old
settlers were the furry freeholders so
warlike and positively dangerous to
mankind.
Up in the Mount Katahdin region
they are giving new hunters the time
of their lives; among the hill farms
just east of Bangor they are going
right. into the barnyards after
sheep, and the same story comes from
Washington County, while on the upper
reaches of the Kennebec River bruins
family has started in to drive out the
settlers, much after the fashion in
which the Norridgewocks and the rov-
ing Tarrantines were wont to amuse
themselves 150 years ago.
Three hunters on the upper Ken-
nebec had to fight for their lives re-
cently, when, in pursuit of deer, they
fell in with hungry bears.
One took to a tree and remained there
several hours until his companions
came along and assured him that the
bear from which he had fled, and upon
which he had wasted his last cartridge,
had gone away.
It was a stunted tree, with its crotch
near the ground, and the red
hunter had to whack the bear on the
nose with the butt of his rifle to dis-
courage the brute from climbing up
after him.—Bangor Dispatch.
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MEN WILL SHUN A GIRL WHO-—
Defames an absent one. .
Sneers at or ridicules /a bystander’s
clothes or appearance,
Loses her temper.
Stoops to a mean or petty action. .,
Is too forward where men are con;
cerned,
Laughs or talks loudly in public
places. . :
‘Wears conspicuous clothes.
Allows familiarity from men.
Speaks disrespectfully of her,parents
or elders.
Quarrels with her relatives.
Speaks unkindly of babies or chil-
dren, 2 .
MASSAGING THE TEMPLES.
Stimulate the muscles at the corners
of the eyes by placing two fingers on
each temple and massaging with a ro-
tary movement. Take plenty of sleep
and outdoor exercise. If a foreign
substance gets into the eye, try to let
the tears flow and carry it toward the
nose. This is the point from which
it is most easily extricated. Never
drop anything into the eye to produce
an artificial sparkle. You may clip
carefully the tips of the eyelashes and
rub them with vaseline at night if you
wish to promote their growth; and for
the eyebrows, brush them often and
train them to grow in a properly arched
direction. To prevent the lids from
wrinkling, a bath of boric water after
the ordinary morning ablutioss is ef-
fective. Boric acid ointment is very
healing when eyes are inflamed, and it
is better still to drop into them a few
drops of boric water.—New York News.
TENDER FEET,
Tired and tender feet require special
attention daily; spasmodic treatment is
of little avail, but thorough treatment
given each night just before going to
bed will work wonders. To four
quarts of quite warm water add one
rounding teaspoonful of powdered
borax and put the feet in this bath for
at least twenty minutes; then wipe
gently with a rather coarse towel and
file or scrape all calloused spots with
toilet pumice stone, being careful not
to irritate the surrounding skin. Spray
or dip the feet in cool water to close
the pores and prevent taking cold, dry
and rub briskly to induce perfect cir-
culation. To harden tender feet a salt
bath is invaluable. In each two quarts
of water dissolve one tablespoonful of
sea salt and follow the bath by fric-
tion; then sponge the feet and ankles
with alcohol. To reduce the swelling
on feet that are afllicted in that way
use only moderately warm water and
.an astringent made by taking two
ounces each of rock salt'and powdered
| alum, mixing and using two teaspoon-
fuls to each four quarts of water. Bear
in mind that bathing and gentle fric-
tion is all-important in the care of the
feet for it keeps the skin in a healthy
condition and does much’ to counter:
act ‘the evils of small shoes.—Mirror
‘and Farmer,
HOME EXERCISE,
‘A very popular home exercise is
fether ball, and it is not hard to make
all the things needed to piay it with
in case you have not got the money to
buy them ready made. Even if you
have it’s a good thing to learn to make
things once in a while, just to know
how.
First of all, get a straight stick or
pole about seven or eight feet long and
stick it firmly in the ground. At the
top end tie a stout string about the
same length as the pole or a little
shorter, and to the other end of the
string tie an old cotton glove, if you
have one; if not, any glove will an-
swer. Inside of this put a tennis ball
or one of rubber. If you have not got
the tennis racquets that are generally
used in this game, make paddles like
ping-pong bats, only a little larger. out
of thin, smooth board, such as is to be
found in soap boxes.
A good place for the pole is in the
back yard, even though the yard be
quite small, for the game does not re-
quire much space. To play it two per-
sons stand on opposite sides of the
pole, facing each other with a bat.
The game is to wind the string around
the pole by hitting the ball, one person
sending it in one direction and the
other in the other. Who succeeds in
winding it all the way round in his
own direction wins the ga Me,—Phila-
delphia Public Ledger.
FUND FOR DISABLED TEACHERS.
The Lewis Elkin annuity fund for
Eisabled women teachers from the pub-
lic schools, according to the final sched-
ule of the distribution of Mr. Elkins
estate, approved by Judge Penrose,
of the Orphan's Court, Philadelphia,
amounts to $1,808,402, which far ex-
ceeds the sanguine estimates.
The schedule was filed by the Penn-
sylvania company for Insurance on
Lives and Granting Annuities, execu-
and it is expected that the first
‘ibution of accumulated interest
on the fund in annuities will be made
early next year
Such distribution, however,
to be dependent upon judicial deter-
mination of the effect of a clause in
the will that annuitants must be with-
out other means of support. With the
approval of the executors, the Board
of Education interpreted this provis-
on to embrace all applicants other-
wise who possessed an
most
is said
disqualified
annual income of less than $200. Since.
this decision was reached the execu-
tors have been advised that inasmuch
«8s unexpended income from, the fund
in any year is to be paid to other con-
tingent beneficiaries, the matter should
be judiciously determined by appeal
directly to the Orphan’s Ceurt for a
ruling, or by suit in the case of some
one applicant for an annuity, whose
application has been tentatively ap-
proved by the ‘school controllers, and
who has sworn to being in receipt of
an income or less than $200, before the
distribution of annuities shall be be-
gun.—Boston Transcript. fl
WOMEN IN INDUSTRY.
The Massachusetts Bureau of Sta-
tistics has ‘just issued a report on
#Sex in Industry,” which is instrue-
tive and also suggestive. In the last
ten years the number of self-support-
ing women has more than doubled.
So, alas! has the number of female
children at work in the Bay State. At
present, nearly one-third of all the
“gainful workers” of Massachusetts
are women. 1
This large increase in industry for
women does not follow the old lines.
The Massachusetts workers in factor-
ies have only increased twenty-eight
per cent.; in domestic service, thirty
per cent., and in teaching, thirty-five
per cent. + Woman is aiming higher;
she wants a place in business and the
professions, and she is getting it.
There is an increase of forty per cent.
in women professional workers, and
of nearly fifty per cent. in the number
of women who are partners or stock-
holders in business enterprises,
Woman's first footing in industry
was that of the willing worker who
takes the undesirable and illy paid job
rather than no job at all. These fig-
ures show that in Massachusetts, at
least, she has gotten beyond that step
on the ladder, and is mounting stead-
ily. Industrially, she is succeeding.
But there are some other Massachu-
setts figures, not included in the in-
dustrial statistics, that are not reassur-
ing on the sociological side. In these
same last ten years the marriage rate
has declined, in Massachusetts, from
nineteen to seventeen per 1000, while
divorces have increased from one in
every twenty-eight marriages to one in
every eighteen; and the birth rate,
has fallen perceptibly.—Harper's Bae
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It is the pretty women of the world
who set the fashions. When we seé °
a graceful girl wearing -a ‘gown which
she becomes quite as much as it be-
comes her, we go home and order one
made in a similar style, no matter
whether we are good looking or not.
Women of Powhattan, «XKan., have
had some difficulty in getting the fam-
ily washing done.” There are several
sewing societies in the town which,
by cheap prices, have practically driv-
en the seamstresses out of business.
Now a plan is advocated to disband .
the sewing societies and form a: socie-
ty to do the washing for everybody in
‘town.
A new holiday home for Roman Cath-
olic girls engaged in business in Dub-
lin has just been opened at Kilmacud,
a place lying about midway bétween
Stillorgan and Dundrum. It is the
first home of its kind for Roman Cath-
olics ever gpened in Ireland.
Women taxpayers are permitted to
vote in Munich, the capital of Bavaria,
put until recently no woman had ever
cast her ballot in-person, preferring,
or being forced by custom, to have a:
male proxy deposit for her. “At a 're-:-
cent election a prominent woman, the
president of a large benevolent organ-
ization, went in person to. the polls,
and though her action caused some-
thing of a sensation no one attempted
to interfere with her.
If there be any calling from which
it might seem that the hand of woman
was by nature debarred, it is that of
clerk on a steimer. There is a New
Orleans family which such a
theory as this the lie, however. Cap-
tain John Steckfus owns the packet
in question, and his elerk is his daugh-
ter Lillie, now a pretty girl of twenty-
one. Two more of .the captain's
daughters also assist about the boat.
It is a happy family afloat,
gives
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Vest and sleeve frills of lace are s
and becoming. ~
High girdles are shown in street and
house costumes.
The old-fashioned ruche is pretty at
the neck and throat.
3e sure to have one white hat among
your winter millinery.
Black zibeline, with
makes a stylish blouse,
fibre braid,
A touch of gold in the decoration of
an all-black gown is effective.
horn in
match the coat are worn.
Fancy buttons of bone or
color to
Cuffs and collars in bands of brigh
i waist
embroidery make a plain shir
look smart.
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