OLD WOMEN Did you ever think one seldom sees any old women now like those that smile at us from the daguerreotype, with sunken lips and beruffled caps. Why? The explanation is easy to seek. False teeth, false hair, a little rouge, and the woman of 60 looks far younger than her mother did at 25. The progress of the country is responsible for this change. The time was when our grandmothers had only a best alpaca, and one Sunday bonnet served a score of years in usefulness. But that was before the remnant days and clearance sales, when the luxury of the department store had not followed in the wake of the peddler. Now the adage should read, "A man is as old as he looks, and a woman is as old as her artifices"-not arteries. For, rest assured, that just as soon as a woman lets go her hold on fashion, she becomes a back number. This is not an age that spells veneration for elders. The same letter that begins "old" also starts "Osler," with his theories of terror-while the watchword of the century is onward. The American grandmother does not wish to be considered a senile simpleton -a past issue. She is smart enough to realize if she dresses as if she came out of the attic or ark, the younger generation will not wish her in the drawingroom, but relegate her to the chimney corner, along with the cat.-Cassie Moncure Lynn. As you grow ready for it, somewhere or other you will find what is needful for you in a book or a friend; or, best of all, in your own thoughts-the eternal thought speaking to your thought.George MacDonald. ECHOES I see Him in the break of day, I feel Him through the working hours. I see Him in the face of friends That need my frequent aid; I see Him in the noble trees And the flowers He has made. I see Him in the mountain streams I see Him in the tender grass As from the ground it springs, I hear Him in the meadow lark As she at heaven's gate sings. I often hear His still small voice Oh, for a grateful, loving heart, -J. Salter. THE IMPERISHABLE Egypt's might is tumbling down, Down-a-down the deeps of thought; Greece is fallen and Troy Town, Glorious Rome hath lost her crown, Venice's pride is naught. But the dreams their children dreamed, -Mary E. Coleridge. CALL WILSON FOREBEARS IRISH "The Duke of Wellington had kinsmen in County Down, Ireland, named Wilson. President Wilson's grandfather was a native of County Down. It would be a coincidence if the same Wilson blood that defeated Napoleon at Waterloo whipped General Greed in America," remarked Harry W. Walker, newspaper man, of New York, at the New Willard. "Perhaps most persons do not know that President Wilson's grand father was an Irishman. He came to this country from County Down and located in Steubenville, Ohio. The President is, according to genealogists, two-thirds Irish, and that it why he is so. human. It may be disputed by some that the President is an exceedingly human man, but those who know him best will vouch for this. His manner may be austere; it is certainly dignified, and to the casual observer Mr. Wilson may seem to be cold; but he has a remarkably kind nature, a wonderfully tender heart. He is proud of his Irish blood. As proof of this it may be remarked that many of his appointments have been of men who are Irish or of Irish blood. It is because Wilson is Irish in his sympathy, doubtless, that he took to Joe Tumulty. Take a glance over the personal appointments and preferences of the President, and it will be discovered that most of the men he has favored personally, most of the men who are closest to him, are Irish." A LARGER PRAYER And next I prayed for Strength; And then I asked for Faith; Could I but trust my God, True Love to God and man; And Light, and Strength, and Faith -Mrs. E. D. Cheney. LOST CARES Among the winds at play; The rustling of the trees; The humming of the bees; Among the new-mown hay; born, thoughts die and good are Out in the fields with God. -Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Smart Sayings and Flashes of Fun From Many Sources WHEN TOMMY SAW SISTER Mother was entertaining Edith's young man while Edith was making her toilet. In the midst of the waiting little Tommy came into the parlor, wild-eyed with fright. "Come, mother," he stammered, "let us go quick." "Why, dear," said the mother, surprised, "what is the matter?" "Come, hurry! You know you said yesterday that an Indian always paints his face before going on the warpath, scalping and tomahawking and murdering." "Why, yes, dear, but--" "Hurry, mother! Edith is going on the warpath with the Indians." "Edith?" echoed the mother. "Why, how do you know, dear?" "Why, I saw her just now with a big box and a brush, painting her face." NOT THE SAME ONE An old negro, who for several years had conducted an illicit still among the mountains of Kentucky, fell a victim at last to the vigilance of the revenue officers and was brought before the court. "What name?" inquired the judge when the frightened negro appeared before him. "Joshua, Yo' Honah." "Ah," returned the judge; "I suppose, then, you are the Joshua who made the sun stand still?" "No, sa," was the prompt reply; "I's not dat Joshua at all; I's de Joshua what made de moon shine." HIS GIFT A young man was deeply in love with a beautiful girl. One day she told him that the next day would be her birthday, and he laughingly said that he would send her a bunch of roses, one for each year of her life. That evening he wrote to his florist, ordering twenty-four roses to be sent the young woman on the first delivery the next day. The proprietor of the shop, looking over the mail in the morning, saw the order and said to the foreman : "John, here's an order from young Mr. Flint for twenty-four roses. He's a mighty good customer, so put in a dozen. extra ones." And the young man never knew what made the girl so angry with him. · THOUGHT ONLY OF ONE KIND OF WEIGHT The young father was rejoicing visibly over the advent of his first son. Early in the morning he was proudly in evidence at the front gate when the iceman appeared. "Twenty-five pounds?" inquired the iceman. "No," said the excited parent; "eight and three-quarters." EVERY MOMENT COUNTED Elihu Root was cross-examining a young woman in court one day. "How old are you?" he asked. The young woman hesitated. "Don't hesitate," said Mr. Root. "The longer you hesitate the older you are." WHO WANTED HIM Senator Tillman sees more with his one eye than many men do with two; nevertheless, those who see him cannot help noticing his misfortune. Some time ago he clapped his hands for a page from the cloakroom and a new one responded. "Tell Senator Clay," he said, "that I want to see him in the cloakroom." The page ran on the errand, stopping to ask the head usher where Senator Clay sat. Then he asked: "Who is it that has only one eye?" The usher, thinking it a question in mythology, replied: "Why, Cyclops, of course." PRESIDENT TAFT'S TWO SEATS When President Taft was Secretary of War he set out one afternoon for a baseball game with two tickets in his pocket. He was in the habit of buying two seats so that he would have plenty of room. When he got to the grandstand he handed out the two tickets. The usher took in at a glance what they were for and led the way to the seats. When he reached them he paused. "What's the trouble, young man?" said Mr. Taft. "Sorry, Mr. Secretary," said the usher, "but if you sit in these two seats you're going to have some difficulty. They're on The page delivered his message in this opposite sides of the aisle.' astounding way: "Senator Cyclops wants to see you in the cloakroom." RASTUS WAS INNOCENT Rastus was ill and the physician was visiting him. "What you' t'ink is de mattah wif me, doctah?" he asked. "Oh, nothing much," said the doctor. “Only a light case of chicken-pox." Rastus grew nervous. "I 'clare, doctah," he said, earnestly, "I ain't been nowhar whar I could ketch dat." GOING TO AN EXPERT When the butcher answered the telephone the shrill voice of a little girl greeted him: "Hello! Is that Mr. Wilson?" "Yes, Bessie," he answered kindly; "what can I do for you?" "Oh, Mr. Wilson, please tell me where grandpa's liver is! The folks are out and I've got to put a hot flannel on it and I don't know where it is." NOT WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE It was a very hot day and the fat drummer who wanted the 12:20 train got through the gate at just 12:21. The ensuing handicap was watched with absurd interest both from the train and the station platform. At its conclusion the breathless and perspiring man wearily took his way back and a vacant-faced porter came out to relieve him of his grip. "Mister," he inquired, "was you tryin' to ketch that Pennsylvania train?" "No, my son," replied the patient man. "No, I was merely chasing it out of the yard." MAINTAINING A MICROBE A country school teacher was cashing her monthly check at the bank. The teller apologized for the filthy condition. of the bills, saying: "I hope you're not afraid of microbes." "Not a bit of it," the school teacher replied. "I'm sure no microbe could live on my salary." By Rev. Henry Victor Morgan, Tacoma, Washington And God said: Let us make man in our image, after our likeness.-Gen. Imagine an intelligent being from another planet being told that on the earth there were men created in the image and likeness of the God of the universe. What would his thought be? What would he expect to see when he came to earth? What would be his surprise to find these children created in the divine image and likeness, sick and poor, unhappy and warlike! Would he not say, "These men and women do not represent the divine idea"? Surely we have not known what we are. God's image has not been expressed. Man is still in the making. We have resources on which we have not drawn. It is only when we catch sight of our God-like origin that we can overcome the flesh and rise to dominion. The stream can rise no higher than its source. No thing can be evolved that is not involved. Man cannot become what he is not by nature. But this vision of dominion is in the soul of man. The Master Powers can only be developed through realization. "Be still and know that I am God," forever whispers the Voice of Truth to the aspiring soul. We must not only believe that God is, but that He is working in us. We must reverently realize that as is the Father, so is the Son, and claim our inheritance as sons of God and brothers of the Christ. This is the basis of all right thinking. He who meditates on the truth of God's image in the soul will find that he has touched a stream of power before unknown. As is his thought, so will be his expression. To think of God is to realize strength. To become an imitator of God is the Christ way of attainment. When Jesus said, "I and my Father are One," He revealed the secret of mastery to all the sons of men. How wonderful it is to know that we become like that on which we meditate! Paul was speaking as a scientist when he said: "We all, beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image, from Glory to Glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord." The secret of the healing power is to know and practice the presence of God's image in every man. We must know that as God is limitless in power, so is man when dwelling in the secret place of the Most High. How strengthening to man is the knowledge of the indwelling God! It is the assurance of things hoped for. To this faith nothing is impossible. It is health to all our flesh just to realize that the life of God is perfect in every cell of the body. Live in this thought and the stream of God's omnipotence will flow through your every act and word. You will become vitalized by your own controlling idea. You will call out in men the power you know to be there. You will become |