The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 14, 1904, Page 12

THE SAN FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL. .‘“Wasn’t That Sweet YMEBODY whisper'd something to me, Can you guess? circled my waist with his arm, ; whisper'd, “Dear, don't take ight shield you from Life’s rm”— Wasn't that sweet? per’d something to me, Can you guess? ng his handsome head, eyes and guess what he said? art a secret I read, Vasn't that sweet? 'd something to me, Can you guess? asked—“Could you love me, my sweet? d love I lay at your feet.” nade more complete? Wasn't that sweet? ness ever d something to me, Can you guess? id—I trembled with fear— to worship, my dear— g but yo I'd be were you always near”; Wasn't that sweet? Somebody whisper'd something to me, Can you guess? e me so happy that day r seemed charged with the fay, urmur’d all day— ve you—" it m Wasn't that sweet? NG T e e is often most lucky when = = * ches heaven don’t always strike and g ¢ right way here on carth - - * Do ¥ ever feel all run down and can't wind your- = * * h rest people with nothing «® = * s keep a telephone in good working order in e rner of your home—it is so convenient for your * * * a well-stored “speak easy” on the prem- is may become thirsty. Sa e s energetic “Buttons” around, your s may nced a messenger. & B iox ways provide a family couch with plenty of down your friends may drop in feelifg so tired. * * * 1f you have a telegraph booth or any other old thing 1and the very sight of it will inspire your friends to to exercise it. » * » Always be sure to pay the check when the other fel- ites you to “partake.” He will invite you again. - L ed that a large majority of women_lecturers are married. No one ever doubted that. Hubby's re- signed expression gives the snap away. Wifey prac- tices at home. It is st . - » A woman's past is not always as dead as she would like it to be. . . . A crop of Paderewski fat hair and a wheezy consump- tive old violin is enough to set some women crazy. R Sl It is generally people who have seen more of life than they wanted for the price who write pointed para- graphs and moth-eaten wit and wisdom. » x » The dearest spot on earth is not always “home.” That may be a very cheap concern, or “dearest” may be way off. . rEe A woman always believes in platonic love until she tumbles and falls into the horrors of the real thing. * - * Some donkeys wear long ears, others sport decollete vests. b S o e A married woman is never at a loss for plenty to talk over with hubby even if 'she has to scandalize her mother-in-law. By I wonder why every man who thinks he can “cure fits” wants his picture in the papers? & kT h Dependence is like a sugar-coated pill. May be a lit- tle sweet on the outside, but the pill is there all the same. - - - There must be something doing in Washington when nerve-cure “ads” print whole pages of Congressmen relieved of that “tired feeling.” | CALAMITIES AN VERY now and then something strikes into our lives which ralses afresh the old question, “How can such things happen when an all-powerful and all- loving God is supposed to exist?” It may be a great public tragedy like a railway accident or a theater fire. Quite as likely it may be some private grief of which the man in the next street never hears. ‘“How can God bear it?” groaned Oliver Wendell Holmes once when his great heart was overwhelmed with a sense of the misery and pain in the world. In such emergencies some people would altogether repress doubt and questioning by saying all we cah do is blindly to trust. No reasoning, it is true, can fully illuminate the mys- tery and 1 am not so foolish as to think that I can throw great lght upon a subject which the wise men of ages have sought to penetrate into and explain. But the human mind was given up to use and if we can find even the rudiments of an explanation which may appeal to our intelligence as well as our faith we are bound to seek them. ‘We shall never have any better an- alogy of the relations of the Creator of this universe to his human crea- tures than that of family. Fatherhood in God must be understood by father- hoed in man. Does the earthly father uniformly spare his offspring from every shock of pain? Does he not sometimes let him find out by sad.ex- perience that fire burns, that a knife cuts, that snow and ice freeze? What kind of a child would you hfive if you safeguarded him .and so padded his surroundings that he never felt the rough, hard, painful side of life; if you dissuaded him from the cold plunge in the morning because the first shock was unpleasant; if you never let him find out for himself that wrong doing brings its inevitable penalty ? What kind of a universe should we have if men could go on transgressing known laws, winking slyly at public statutes designed to preserve life, if men could trample upon rational, pre- cautionary measures and never be brought summarily up to a fearful judgment. This universe is sound to the core. The tremendous physical forces in it, like fire and electricity, are meant to bless and not to curse man- kind. But each child as it grows up has to learn for himself what is per- mitted to him, to what extent he may handle the forces of his own nature and of the universe and at what points he may not transgress boundaries that have been wisely set. Ah! Byt the innocent suffer with the guilty! We should not complain so much if the victims of the Chicago fire had been the persons whose careless- ness or negligence were in any way re- sponsible for the fearful loss of life. Yes, this is the sad fact of the ages, that the sins of men are atoned for in the sufferings of others, themselves gulltless. Jesus Christ under any the ory of his person is the supreme {llus- p FAITH | tration of the effect of this vicarious element that runs like a scarlet thread through all human history. No one ever deserved less than he to suffer at all, and perhaps no one ever did suf- fer as much. That was because he bound himself to the lot of men. He took the chances of his humanity. And if brotherhood means anything in the modern world, we must take what fi involves of suffering as well as of blessing. I cannot link my life to m brethren simply for the benefits I may get out of it. Yes, but why should God allow my friend to be sacrificed in that Chicago holocaust? He was just passing through the city and stopped off for an after- ncon’s pleasure. Why did not God direct his feet to some other place of amusement? For an answer we must fall back again upon the analogy of the human fatherhood. But no human father who could have foreseen the is- sue would have allowed his child to go to the ill-fated bullding that afternoon. Hold a minute. “If my mother loved me,” reasons the little child “‘she would never go away and leave me.” “If my father loved me,” says the boy in- his early teens, “he would never send my older brother away to a boarding school and make me =0 lonely thereby.” We do not know why God takes away those whom we love. It's the same problem whether they die by lingering disease or in a wild fight to get out of a burn- ing building. They were with us. They are gone—lost. Say rather graduated from the kindergarten into a higher grade, transferred to another post of duty. And would we be so selfish as to call them back? THE PARSON. One Lovely Rose RESSED for the ball there came to me, One lovely rose. No card betray’d by whom ’‘twas sent, The subtle fragrant compliment, Yet well I knew the sweet intent, Of that one rose. I read within the petals sweet Of that one rose ‘A secret that my heart divined, Of love around my life entwined In which were truth and hope combined In that one rose. I whisper’d in the velvet heart Of that one rose; Hast come to tell me, sweet, that I His life and love doth satisfy— The one doth it so signify By this one. rose? I look within your deep, red heart, My lovely rose. * Is his as warm and bright for me, Tell me, the message sent by thee, One rose—one love—ah, can it be? Tell me, my rose. Your fragrance whispers all to me, My lovely rose; Your petals breathe of love most sweet, Each leaf with life and hope replete, My._happiness is made complete By that one rose. But you will fade and die in time, My lovely rose; Yet even then, I'll treasure thee, Thy ling’ring fragrance shall to me Recall life’s sweetest memory— One lovely rose. e SO el A man who could fall in love with a woman after seeing her kiss her dog must have a digestion to which an ostrich should take off his plumed hat. . = - The cheerful old sinner diffuses more happiness than the long lantern faced old saint. - - - People who are always preaching about what you ought to do, but who manage to do exactly the oppo- site themselves, are downright aggravating. + = = If you tickle people with an icicle don't be surprised if they grow cold. - - - The surest way to be agreeable is to aveid doing anything yourself that you do not like to see others do. - - - One can learn more by studying others than can b= conned from all the encyclopedias that ever were com- piled. v - - The man best serves his God who best serves hu- manity. - - - Keep your brain thoroughly clean and your heart will clean itself. - - - The society of some people is perfect rest. it is a violent cyclone. - . - Of cthers The lovable woman always forgets herself. R S God himself must have wept when he created a mother's tears. - - . Love dislocates the liver and contuses the headlights. - - . Ydur pious exhorter may slip up on the text but he rever forgets the contribution box. * - - The fool always introduces somebody else to his money. . | s T best after a “smile.” - - - - When you fish for compliments, don’t be surprised if the line is jerked out of your hand. = - - Many s man laug! If the hearts and brains of many people could be fumigated it would be a very much happier world. B P The gentler six! My friend, did you ever hear two jealous women fighting over one mere man? * . * The milder sex! My friend, did you ever attend a woman’s congress? P - - - The weaker sex! My friend, have you never seen a four-foot woman look at her nine-foot husband and just settle him? * - - Did you ever notice how awfully good a reformed Congressman becomes? ey S When wifey and the landlady liven things up it is time to pray for poor hubby. | 9 % s,