Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, January 7, 1916, Page 9

? Greatest Treasure By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX, —_— . Copyright, 1915, Star Company Whoever has begotten by pure love, And came desired and welcomed into lifc Is of immaculate conception. THe Whose heart is full of tenderness and truth, Who loves mankind more than he loves himself, And cannot find room in his heart for hate, May be another Christ. We all may be The Saviours of the world, if we believe In the Divinity which dwells in us And worship it, and nail our grosser selves, Our tempers, greeds and our unworthy alms Upon the cross. Who giveth love to all, Pay kindness for unkindness, smiles for frowns, And lends new courage to each fainting heart, And strengthens hope and scatters joy abroad, Person Who Tries to Break Down Humanity's Belief in Immortality Adds to Misery in World and Helps to Keep His Fellow Beings in Chains, — o~ — ik I have met many people who did not [#alk of their beliefs. I have met fanatics, ‘r:nd cranks even, who were silent regard- & ling their ideas until asked to talk % But I never met an atheist or any in- fidel who was not voluble and aggres- jpive in argument, and insisted on talk- ing on the subject of religion. Thousands of believers in various creeds |mre contented to permit their fellow men ‘other faiths, or no faith at all, thinking 1t I8 & personal matter between the indi- vidual and his Creator. The atheist, however, is violently op- i posed to allowing any man a faith in a |Divine Power or a hope of immortal life. }He will shout himself hoarse and black 1p the face in the effort to take away the v smforting belief of a devout soul. ¢ I think any creed which teaches that the Overruling mind of this universe is |eruel and petty in its treatment of the |heings It hae created should be destroved, because such a creed makes human beings ' cruel and petty toward one another. It was the preaching of the horrible | ©ld hell-fire doctrines of an ignorant age which made the first infidels and un- bellevers. Because intelligent and just minds refused to accept the doctrine of infant damnation and the fall through Adam they .were called atheists. They ypreferred that title to being classed among the believers in such a cruel God. But we have in the land today a more wviolent and aggressive class of atheists— men who become abusive toward any one who expresses any faith in the contin- uance of life beyond the grave, no mat- ter how broad may be the creed of that one. 3 Any man who in his own mind bar- bors a creed which condemns his fellow men to damnation for not believing as he does needs to be educated out of it, since he i3 adding to the misery of the world by his thoughts and helping to keep hu- manity in chains of ignofance. But any man who has a creed baseg 1 on love and kindness, no matter wh it be Pagan, Jewish, Catholic or Pro testant, and who exemplifies his faith by his actions, should be left to the enjoy- ment of it unmolested by the agnostic or the athefst. Personally T value my fixed faith in a Diivine intelligence and in a succession of llves more than I value all other things which \ 2 could be bestowed upon me by the united powers of earth. Could 1 have the wealth of all the billionaires of the world, the beauty of all beautiful women united in my person, the genius of all the greatest minds and un- ‘ disputed power, yet be deprived of all Creator, 1 would not resign my belief, That belief is broad and unorthodox, and i based on love. It tells me that love is the creative power of the universe and the reforming and healing power of humanity. That hate, anger and revenge and sclfishness are the only hell. It tells me that heaven must begin here ! on earth, within our own hearts, or we will never find it anywhere; that each i man is his own savior, and that unless he { saves himself by thoughts and acts of Jove no one in heaven or on earth can save him. It tells me that we build our own future lives hour by hour by our thoughts and deeds, and that we will dwell in “heaven” with the same order ‘ of disembodies intelligence as we our- selves are, That prayer Is merely wire- | less telegraphy through space, and is received by unseen heings and answered by methods not always understood by us. ~— Household Economy How to Have the Best Cough Remedy ve $2 by Making It at Home Cough medicines, as a rule contain a large quantity of plain syrup. A pint of granulated sugar with 1% pint of warm water, stirred for 2 minutes, gives you as good syrup as money can buy. Then get from your druggist 214 ounces Pinex (50 cents worth), pour into a pint bottle and fill the bottle with sugar syrup, This fli\m vou, at a cost of onl: b4 cents, a full pint of really better co K ‘{:h- you could buy ready made for h cléar saving of nearly §2. Full directions with Pinex. It keeps perfectly and tastes good. It takes hold of the usual cough or chest cold at once and conquers it in 24 hours. lendid for whooping cough, bronchitis and winter coughs. It's truly astonishing how quickly it loosens the dry, hoarse or tight cough and heals and soothes the inflamed mem- branes in the case of a painful cough. t also stops the formation of phlegm in the throat and bronchial tubes, thus end- ing the persistent loose cough. Pinex is & highly concentrated com- pound of genuine Norway pine extract, bined with guaiacol, and bas been sed for generations to zul inflamed membranes of the throat and chest. To avoid di intment, ask r druggist for “27 buncss of Pinex,” and don't accept anything else. A gu y of absolute satisfaction, or money prompt- Iy refunded with this preparation. ! The Pinex (‘.o.':”l'!t. Wayne, I’nil.w - He, too, is a Redeemer, Son of God. faith in any life beyond this and of any | No thought or act Is ever lost, but lives forever, while evil dies of ‘its own un- worth after working out its law of effect upon the doer, here or clsewhere. That this creed might displease the religlous fanatic I can understand; but, strangely enough, 1 find less antagonism from that source than from the atheists who insist upon a vain attempt to deprive me of any belief In life beyond this earthly span. Desist, good friends, 1 pray you. As well might the unlettered man seek to | deprive the one who had learned to read | of his education. My soul has mnlhrl‘dl‘ the alphabet of immortality, and is learn- ing more of God's wisdom dally. 1 It cannot unlearn at your bidding. | Editorial | -for- | Women By DOROTHY DIX % § —_ ! Here is a tip to mothers. H Wateh your young daughter's friends. | Scrutinize carefully her men friends, for | many wolves there be in sheep's cloth- | ing. Keep a wary eye on her girl {riends, | because birds of a feather are supposed to flock together, and one silly, loud, indiscreet young person can compromise ' Iu]l who associate with her. But as you | value your daughter's safety, turn a |searchlight of Investigation upon the character and antecedents of her middle- aged women acauaintances. These women have grown old and fat Thelr joints are stiff. They have lost |thelr good looks. They can no longer | attract men of themselves. Men no more are willing to blow in their money ‘ on them for luncheons, and little dinners, i and theaters, and cabarets, and suppers. But the women are still avig for mas- | |euline attention, and for good times. So the heartless, conscienceless woman | {looks about her and picks out some ! | pretty, fresh, innocent young girl that | she can use for bait. Generally she selects a girl who is in & humbler social set than her own, and less well off-—a girl to whom the gift of a pretty frock | or two will mean much, and who is en chanted at riding in a limousine and , sitting in a box at the opera. Apparently Mrs. Smartley has hecome the patroness of little Miss Dowdy, and | little Miss Dowdy s so pleased and grateful, ang little Miss Dowdy's mother is 80 flattered, and brags about it to all of her friends, and tells how Mrs. Smart {ley just can't do anything without Mamie, and what a privilege it is for a girl to have as a friend a middle-aged woman who takes her about with her everywhere. Yes, Mrs. Smartley is looking after Mamle, as the cat looks after the mouse she s playing with. Mrs. Smartley takes {Mamie with her for the potent reason that Mamie is the lure that tolls men back to her. No man will invite Mre. | Smartley alone out to lunch or drag her avordupols about a dance floor. Mrs. Smartley is perfectly aware of | this, and so she goes to the telephone and calls up some man and says: “I've | got the prettiest young girl you ever | saw with me. Regular llving pieture. | Just 20, and fresh as a rose. And dances | like & bit of thistledown. Don't you want to meet us somewhere for luncheon, and afterward we can go to a dance?”’ And the man goes because of the young girl. He and Mrs. Smartley understand each other perfectly. And because she gets the old woman the pleasures that she desires and cannot get for herself the girl is taken to places that no young girl should frequent. She is Introduced to men she should never meet. She is taught to drink things she should never taste, and lessons in life that innocence should never learn. Many a young girl is started on the road to perdition by just such an older woman. And many a girl who stops | short of taking the final plunge has her | life ruined by such association because, she has been given false ideals, and acquired a taste for the bright lights that make domesticity every afterward | seem dull and monotonous. Just because these women are more sophisticated and worldly wise than a | girl's own mother, their influence fs greater than hers, and because they frankly preach the doctrine of living while you live, they make the most dan- gerous appeal possible to the youthful imagination and thus become the great- est possible perl to girlhood Because of this danger, mothers, be | susplcious of your little girl's friendship | with older women. Don't let your inno- | cent little daughter be used as a decoy .llu\u,‘ BEE: OMAHA, FRIDAY, The Bees Home Magaz Creed Based on Love Man’s In the candle of my flames glows the face of Mary. Mary! There is a name! Ivy and Ruth were blurred in my mind when the first years of high school came, and with them Mary., Here I was leaping ahead into the years—as a man’s mind leaps ahead of him as he writes on the typewriter. 1 remembered nothing. I dreamed ahead. Now-—now—I am looking back-—and wishing again for Ivy and the days of my old straw hat, Then—I was wearing my first long trousers and dreaming of top-hats, Mary came—golden of hair— real gold. Not the fine pale sun-color of Ivy's little gypsy head—-but dusky-gold with a thread of brown glinting through been magnetized by woman's hair. Mary’s was thick and soft, and | deeply waved—and it hung in fat, stretchy ringlets over her shoul- ders. 1 will never forget how it fanned out from her face in the shape of a golden clock. | Her eyes were brown-—velvet brown. as soft and velvety as her eyes. She had a thrilly laugh. then—and Mary was, too. She sat in school far across the room | from me-—and 1 watched her golden head the first day and wondered [ shamedly if ever she might walk home with me. gray frocks—with red velvet on them. peaches—almost tea-rose pink. I carried home her books one day—and my heart beat in my throat like a fist there when her curls bobbed agalnst my shoulder and the rustle of her skirts brushed me by. She walked with little steps and a swing to her soft shoulders that was a delight, She had an emchanting little habit of lifting her brows in the middle and crinkling her nose. 1 teased her, | remember, to call up this trick. r I seem to have | And Mary's manner was 1 was 15 She wore little And her cheeks were like JANUARY, 7, 1916 ine By Nell Brinkley Copyright, 1916 Intern'l News Service VA i1l i allbal 71 A Biea A | A7 4 \\Q\:‘, N ) ¢ {*‘\« ; Nt A N N N N 5 She was “‘strong on'' sclence. And could draw crabs and grasshop- pers in her notebook with a shine to their backs that left me stunned with admiration! BSo with my science she helped me-—her gold head vent thrillingly close to mine. I never kissed Mary. No. But sometimes thought of the wonder of ever doing it-—and then veered away in & scared fashion. She it was who dragged me through science many a time when I teetered on the anguishing fence between a flunk and a passing mark-—and gave me the little push that helped me to fall on the right side. I who was a master-mathematician proved the hypothesis of things to her bewildered little brain, I took her to the school dances. And she went in pink and blue fluffy things that I had to be very careful of. For I still had boy feet. 1 carried her slipper bag. And I suspect——I know that at these state affairs she put talcum powder on her small nose, Here came to me-—the first soft lure of feminine ways and femi- nine things, and the bellef in them. The soft lace at throat and el- bows—the satin sheen of her girdles—the tucking in of her ador- able chin like a bird’s soft breast—the bows on her slippers—the tiny fan she carried and flirted softly. My growing heart was enchanted with the wonder of Mary, who a girl-girl! And here I first touched hands and cared to help a girl across rough places. Here I first eyed and pondered on Mary's smooth hands—her thin pink nails like bits of satin feld-spar—and approved of beauty and daintiness. Ivy's hands had been brown. Brown! And I hadn't cared. Now there were distinctly boy-hands and girl-hands—and mine look mighty big ! Mary shines in the fourth candle of my flames—the fourth—but Mary was the first glow of the mysterious star-shine that woman means in man’s cloudy sky. No. Mary didn’t move away. I came east to college. 1 wrote to Mary——for a long time, . And then—Mary married! ~NELL BRINKLEY, my mind almest 9 Page | Our Deadly Habits No. 1—Drinking at Meals By WOODS HUTCHINSON, M. D. How many repetitions does it take for | nonsense to become accepted as the | 1 truth? Not very many, appar- , provided that it is once enunclated with sufficlent solemnity and perpendicu- larity of front. The world Is full of “wise saws and modern instances,” which I most peopla aceept as implicitly and un- questioningly as they do the law of gravitation—if they happen to know what that is. All that is necessary, apparently, is to get a thing said, & rule printed in' the text books (and so-called sclentific text books were just ax bad as the village whisker club until twenty or thirty years ago), and then it does the rest and per- | petuiates itaelf antomatically. | For Instance, of all the popular rules |of health which were preached to the young in the past, and indéed the pres ent generation, none was more undis- puted and more universally accepted aw gospel, whethet lived up to or not, than the dictum that you must not drink water with your meals; or, it you did, as little as possible. Fortunately, like most of our creeds, nore of us succeeded in llving up to it, and now our perverseness and our heresy have been triumphantly vindlcated. The law has actually been tried out |upon haif a dosen different squads of | student valunteers on both sides of the | Atlantie, with the triumphant and unani- mous finding, in overy test, that the squad which drank the most pure water {with their meale, ate the most food, did {the best work, enjoyed the best heaith during the experiment, and got rid of- |their food waste cleaner and better than {those who drank small amounts of wates ‘or none The squad that drank the least water, either none at all, or less than half a Kince, came out at the foot of the list |in every one of these categories. | In fact, there Is every remson to |shrewdly suspect that the real basis of this ancient saw was, like so many ef our so-called health precepts about food, | pure stinginess. 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