The evening world. Newspaper, November 15, 1919, Page 13

Us Be Honest! By Rev. Thomas B. Gregory Copyright. 181% tw The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Brening World.) We Are Masqueraders—Peering at Each Other From Behind False Faces, and Hiding Our Frue Selves MORNING paper recently came out with the following headline im big letters—"Why Not Be Honest?” Yes, why not? There are many people with whom untvereal hon- esty is a “consummation devoutly to be wished.” Why not live the truth instead of being hypocrites and liars? Why not key 01 whole being to the music of a simple, whole-hearted sincerity? Won't somebody at ones begin the most worthy business of being four- fquare with the world? it is high time that something was ong to inaugurate a new departure fram, the ancient, if not honorable, programme. Tt was my great good fortune to know the late James G. Blaine, “of Sfaine,” and one day he asked me what I considered the most striking pas- sage in ail literature. I g@ve him my anewer, and then asked him to tell me what he considered the most remarkable passage. His reply came tn the shape of the words that Shakespeare put inte the mouth of Jacques in “As You Like It”; “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.” “Yes,” he added, with pathetic emphasis, “a great big maaquerade,.” Without admitting that I am either « cynic or @ pessimist, for I would hate to think that I was the one or the other, I felt that the statesman's comment on Jacques’ dictum came pretty close to hitting the nail equarely on the head. For weal or for woe, the greater part of us are in the masquerade busi- ness. The great majority of the masqueraders seem to enjoy the game, while some of them despise it, and would be very happy to get out of it. But here we are with our masks on, all togged out in the most bewildering and perplexing costumes, peertgg at one another through the slits in the ough faces, and wondering who and what we are In politics, in business, in society, and far too often in private life, we ‘@re never found standing face to face and heart to heart, We seldom meet upon the level and part upon the square. The real life, what there is, is covered up under layer upon layer of artificiality, diplomacy, falsehood. In & word, soctety, in all ‘its ramifications, is a living lie Every intelligent person knows thie, and every fair-minded person is rn Xnd wo we get bask to th ertinent quest 50 ie very im a ci © honest?" It would be admirable to be ponest, and T tan pesttive teats ote a while, we would not go back to the programme of deceit and Nes for any consideration. Suppose wé try it, We can begin training right now, and with the arrival of the new year we can go over the top all along the line. Here are some kicks. sent to The Evening World to-day. They will interest you. You will agree with many of these people. What's your kick? Write it out and sond tt to the Kick Editor of The Evening World. Write also your opinion of what these other New Yorkers have to say. 4 Staten Island, Nov. 14, 1919. me pay Te @e™“Kick” Bithor: ‘advance and then A few days ago I heard “guarantee” of cash deposit. , “I'm leaving Staten Island and | What ? Does he think Tag buck to America.” ‘That's my|going to take the house with you ee Ta eel one] late oo nore ane a oe tx & fine place, an e ‘used in live there are 100 per cent. Amert-| dared case the | et If peop! and look it critletsing. Workingmen'’s Wage. Brooktyn, Noy. 14, 1919. ‘To the Kict Editor: . Some of these people seain to think | that the workingman got his high wages first and that the high prices’ came afterward. I want to remind them that it happened just the other | way about. Why begrudge the work- Ingman his $6 or $$ a day when he carns it through honest hard work? WORKINGMAN, Toe Mach ef « “Lexury.” New York, Nov. 12, 1919. To the Kick" Editor: Yes, I think I have a kick coming, in This Story of Love and Adventure the Days I of the Conq f uest of the Desert Live Again 1 AM WATCHIN, THIS Side - sd ee She Kiddie Klub Korne Conrriaht, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New Tork Rrening World.) * Conducted by Eleanor Schorer The Wonderful Tea Kettle — HE old priest was yery happy. 4 found a treasure. As fie ‘bed HIN to the temple where he lived Re often stopped to pat his béeautifGl OPNER kettle, When he reached the afte ¥ called the three boys who were pupils. - ‘ “See here,” he cried to them. "Ji ay see the beautiful kettle that I cheap, t admired * “y Dut smiled @ little to themselves, of” they could not see what he wanted an old brass kettle, _. “Now you goon with your st said the priest. “I will hear you after a while.” 80 the boys went | the next foom, and the old priest down to admire his prise. He sat léoked at it BO long that he grew slegp ‘and in @ moment he was fast asleep. ” nod, bab, wen ‘The boys in the next room studied very hard for a f nutes, they were boys and no one was there to see them, yo you can imaging they were playing by the time the pricet was well asleep. 4 Suddenly, they heard a noise in the next room. “There, the awake,” whispered one. “Oh, dear, now we will have to behave,” the second. ‘The third one was more daring. He crept up and peeped through soreen to see if it really was the priest. He was just in tne a new kettle spring into the air, turn a somersault, and geome r furry litte badger with # sharp nose, bushy tall, and four little feet. ‘be How that badger It danced on thé floor. _ Ob my!" eried the '" tumbling back. “Tt will dance on me next! Oh my!” " “What are you talking about?” asked the other two. “What will ee. on you?" “That goblin will dance on me. 1 know it will! It danced on floor and it danced on the table and ou the screen, and mow 1 knoW/it will dance on me!” cried he. . ‘Then they, too, looked through the screen. ‘There eat the little kde” Just as it had been before. P “You little silly,” cried the boys. “Do you call that a goblin? looks very much like @ tea kettle to our eyes.” “Hush,” said the third boy, “The priest is waking up. We Detter get to work again.” 2 . The priest awoke and heard the busy lips of his pupils. “What boys I have,” aai@ he, So saying, he lighted his little charcoal fire, his Kettle with fresh water, and put it over the fire to heat. ettle gavé a leap into the air, spilling the hot water all over the ‘Oh, help! help! Here's @ goblin!” shricked the priest, In rushed ANOTHER ees ware to see what was the matter, They ah no kettle its place was angry badger, BEER CHeck { sooce. They ail $00u stich mA Deaea ve bent the & brass kettle that answered “Clang! Clang!” to When the priest sqw that he could gain nothing he Megan to plan how he might get rid of it. by. “That ip my chance,” th the priest. Tinker, come and see what I have for you. Here ti have found. It in of no use to me, but you may ‘The tinker saw It was & good kettle, #0 he took it te never touched it, but put it on @ shelf for an ornament was @een no more and the priest was very happy. MARY A Japanese fairy tale told to Her bY an w Japan and China. watgs bs ba 4 dear Kiddies: Iittle girl quaintly asked me in a letter if ahe should “make up drean, stories, and poems,” bad ber pin. and ofders went on with the trial. Leading the bowed his back upon the crowd. The and a good many other people agree with me. Luxury tax is all right for luxuries, but when It comes to paying (Ocpyright, 1910, ww a luxury tax on eyeglasses I think CHAPTER XII. something should be ‘done. (oa ' ‘he trouble with us Americans is “ SAW ete the girl's that we are too easy going. We talk hands.” a lot, but do nothing. yee ; “You did? Well, d—n me!" ‘Nebraska, if I save your life will “—“"Salterers From “Gasst > . “Yi when he was loosing Mormon’ eagio eyes “False to thyself, thy kin, and thy hing swam under thé glisten- ike these contests. New York, Nov. 11, 1919. ' ‘Yes, -T aid ‘The old Mor ' exe ¢! Grew shadowed and his worn face To we wisn ae nat goes to An | TER SEM RE ea on me ene She onde aol Maree teas toe. Flanged over the forms dangling from eas Tad eA ttGeE Hise Oe Ing red walls of thé casia was aad, Jt was the look of strong, PS? SNe, ig? mead wie ae ae My kic! at oO t 9 9 woo! . -h! Shadows from white cloud) pen Seemed to hear dou! . ks ged want yoman who| « " He has a sharp rough wart on one Why are you left? Ah-h! for me—a clouds, his or her skill against other HOR te ae de CHTOUga | ag arent Ta ene a ere. hand. T don't know which, He wears’ "twrsee ts ner? for me to kill—with Iny own like salle on a deep-blue sea, dark= failure knocking at the gate Of) of the mame age? ihe wat, A nephew of mine was! you, stranger, an’ prove it.” a a ied em pounded out . “There!” answered John Caldwell, mid eee A rope! ‘ne, 8n@d the broad fields of alfalfa, Gir- Mescal,” ne mused, ang Mes ienica and the * “ i » “That's e' jorness. ' A) “! kassed three times and was invalided) “Cut him loose from the others.” upon'the arden walk and raced back POOiNé te toe body or Hangeance? hoaredly ctted Caldwell, writhing in CMe columns of smoke were waited “There's little more to tel. suffering from the gas and, has been) ruguiers, Several were masked in trying in vain to get into some Gov-|djack. ‘Take off those masks!” ernment hospital for treatment. I be-|" NG: Those men go to thelr graves enter, He stumbled over & Die | was evidently a man Of some rank.| which the kiddt lieve that this justifies a kick OM MY) masked.” Again the strange twinge when he left. The stony Mormons hear! He saved Mescal. This man, &TOv® J suspected that he ruined his life and oy a hee u 5 s CO i s i Tee clair . shifte ¥ reality. ever ie— Jeon!” m here|ner in The Kve wi Bier Tork Nov. 4 i838, | ther oan aioe” Leacnt kaos, tate ha Sead: ehacers tae’ ies Ris auddle, and ble “August Naab's oes wore bloodshot, POFehes aiid stood about the sunny ot wall after a your geno. ife| place dt nomilar clube metinga, Yn ‘To the “Kick” Editor: . oy But beet ea tell. He saved $6 store, PM tar. toner of > ¥ py Nar “~ we Ae Pe red eure aide dress of poace, ‘A wing lack= tipped spoke vary onlin, ond Toa rahent poe to bie * Nght on ‘What wil be the newest outrage| her and I'll save him, But how?” anxious scrutiny he rose to confront 38W, it all —plind & wae nos to jo, Jee Ol, Prvard the cotton. White eagle feather ‘i sry A I) to be perpetrated by the parasitic! jovery rustier, except the masked the line of prisoners. landlords? First, tt is two months’! oneg standing stern and silent, clam- rent in advance, then rent increases,| ored that he was the one to be and now thé payment of a money| saved. guarantee in addition to all the rest.| “qZurry back home,” said Caldwell I recently tried to lease an apart-|in Hare's ear. ‘Tell them to fetch ment uptown. The landlord had just) Mescal, Find out and hurry back. ——======——=—==————sass |Time presses, The Mormons are minutes.” fs Hare slipped out of the crowd, sped run, and burst in upon. the Bishop and his family, r “No danger—<on't be alarmed—all’s Coprright, 1919, by The Pres Publishing Co.’ | well,” he panted. “The rustlers are (The New York Hrening World), captured. I want Mescal. Quick! 4.4m connection with what indua-| Where is she? Fetch her, somebody.’ try did Charles Schwab become} One of the women glided from the ent? room. Hare caught the clicking of a 2. By what Government is the Sues|jatoh, the closing of a door, hollow wavering. You've got only a few “Let's see them,” &gid Hare, quickly. up the road, jumped the fence on the knocked him over. Grappling with ‘Harper an@ and Brothers.) . into one dreadful sound, It passed hoping to divert the angry flood. know of his son must gave this man who saved you. away, and a hush followed. But “Paul Caldwell there, he was one Of wink under it. Keep the secret, Paul No one could pray to be a. better | *re observing, you ace ih Think! Mescal! Think!” this in turn was suddenly broken by them. The other's gone.” » will be a man again. I know, I see. man than you, Your work, your pa es to aed or one of ¥ “Oh! I can't. What—how shall I jn outcry: Naab loomed over him. “What!” Yor, Mormons, August Naab has the ligion, your iite~ why! T ogg at will & good remember?” “Naabi” shouted Hare, “Naab!” he roared. His friend edged aw gift Of revelation!” words to say what I feel. ry, “Something about him. Think of August Naab, his face hard and set, repeating his words and jerking hig coat, his sleeve. You must ré- ang his horse worn and driven, member'something, Did you see Mis though the crowd, two Indian guides hands?” beside him. d . “ her father—can you tell me to the crowded square, The uneasy ye Naab's Naab'a grasp, far above the cottonwoods and floated “But Circle stirred and opened for him to WhO Killed the rusilert MWaaue "tare ‘throw all bis weight Ititude. Init was a hunger bs ae or thwarted hate that pee men mute, arm. “Naab! Naab! For God’ enter. He stumbled over a pile of “Hold out your hands.” re is Hare?” One by one they complied, The sixth Some one pointed Hare out. Naab an_empty n- rustler in the ‘ - sw m Rte waddle and scattered , Hare suddenly t Deere pray “August! n in line, @ tall fellow, come ung fro! x i f letely masked, refused to do as ran pidden. ‘Dwice Hare spoke. The been sheep His shaggy gra: rustler twisted hts bound hands under and massive shoulders tower above down the square The old Bishop Black Bolly neighed her 4 his coat, tap, tallest there. . He grasped the fellow's arm and re- He grew weak in all bie boing. ceived a yiolent push that almost the rustler, he pulled up the bound bands, in. spite of fierce re and there were the long fi sharp, Wart, the laced a reetbans pe Here's my Man!" he sal aad. “No,” hoarsely mumbled the rustler, Yes," whispered Hare re the tor, this man wi 4 re. a ae te told. eaves. Over all boomed the dull roar Cottonwoods, kischtah, magniticent| write the best Christmas stories, yourself my work?’, . . Speak.” neck; his breast heaved convulaively, “You fool!” cried Hare, dymfounded Canal controlled? Wttfalls descending on stone, ana 2nd resentful, . “I recognised ~~», 'T—4id.” 1d, ttage. Thi i — task, sat astride a peeled | mony was brie Happy congratula- h tory. 6 storie wat Sa what Fe iiatioy et piney aes Ta sevice patters What's your secret?” “My, debt—duty—your family: driftwood in the lane, and Hare nose, tions of the Monon family, @ merry petual cupinenion: Se bead ped 4 In what language was most of |ing footsteps. Like a whirlwind Mes- , He snatched off the black mask. Dave! < sched what beside him. romp of children wing flowers |they must be compored entirely by the New Testament written? cal came through the hall, black hair The Bishop's eldest son ewood re- “Boy! Boy! You've, robbed me” Five thousand steers, lad! Wh Ae, dance of cinding kiddier, oe TWettaa’ ptatest: orney ,ewere) vt on ooenet eeepiivious of the veneood God!" Ged Hare, recoiling ine ote to the winging rustlers. a head to-day in Salt cotton wood: filed addres anh berhnae ween 6 Of what metal is brass mostly| Mormons he swung. per up and held from that convuleed face. » “You've led these waite-livered More Lake City. A good start for a young 00? hours of the day. ‘Address Cousin Eleanor, B a ed? her in bis arma, fecal! Mescal!” Brother! Oh! 1. feared this,” mona to do my wor! i. oy, man” until) evening that World Kiddie Club, No. 63 Park Req 1. Who retired: as the undefeated|¢ ¢ * When he raised his face groaned John Caldwell, avenge my come seven © “at aaeen “No, I'm still in your debt.” \ were alone. The’ aun |New York city. , wrestling champion? from the tumbling mass of her black ‘The rustlers broke out into curses His was the of the Af Then share alike with my sone behind the Painted] Contest closes December Ist. * 8. Who was speaker of the House! hair, the Bishop and his family had and hareh laughter. lion. He loosed Hare, ang Sots in work and profit? Desert. With hands closely inter- $08 GARY, TOM PRETO 10 Ieee eee tr acal, Be calms Im panei TT marmot! y Dagmtlcett aie broway fas tional Mkae Treca tntboincen ahd Raa the ebeienin cE meroia aha HOW T@ JOIN THE KLUB ANO bi e! he ie 4 Me election ep wind of wood are mant+| pate. The rustlers abe priseners. One ved Peeve Bee, Baton! we miantoen , Years, Le oor, By Gordon Holmes pogenetity for you. pe yeu ‘remem: : Twilight tell, Wolf cron OBTAIN YOUR PIN. sticks usually made of them released you from Holder- 7”) a) : D 4 hat night on the White Bage long white length, his sharp nose on Reginning with any cure What iy the name of the bone| oss. ‘Tell me whidh one?" : ‘D—n you, Hare! shouted the one 1 buried my sons. d P Would you rather hang than live? “By what right?’ potween the elbow and the shoulder? |” «1 don't know,” replied Mescal, “I've Sullty Mormon, in passionate fury springs and my cattle. 11. What famous General said “War) tried to think. I didn’t see his face; is Hen?” 1 can't remember his voice.” identify him. He deserves @ chance. ANSWERS TO YESTERDAY'S | try nt crowd are thieves: mus: QUESTION: derers, But two were not all bad. 1, -Blbert; 2, Denvechiend; 5, ia ue, : ere ae . * Ms oe oxtahata: Sllyer Cup. I saved Nabrasita”—— oe ente ier SRP iat! ng SR Se lsh Sts ts and shame, ‘Why didn’t you hang yielded to the lust for blood. mat yo didn’t you bury me un- nounced my religion. f paid my soul 12. In what country of South Amer-| “Think! TMink! He'll be hangea known?” h é ‘found? ¢ lAaxtt “eanail hi “Caldwell! I can’t believe it,” cried foe, But he's dead! Killed by @ ton are.qiamnenee up te you don't recall something to sare slowly coming to himeclf, "But boy! 1 sold myself to fhe devil for to overlasting hell for the lif you don't hang. Here, come out of nothing!” the crowd. Make way, men!" 4) That showed the night you were at The silent wore pe Mormons with natural rage ami: revolt was thi ed stricken Mormon, Hare drew off to stroyed them, but it spoke trueat the side of the town hall and turned the sonorofs roll of the old Mormon's stant trampling of many feet, the “August, young Hare saved two of have lost most, suffi harsh medley of many voices swelled the rustlers,” spoke up an old friend, hear me. Bishop Caldwell must never that! I look w| are felt again @ cold sense of fear. ing on his cane, shading his eyes pleasure from the corral and the other reeled when the gray shaggy giant laid a huge hand on bis shoulder a and with one pull dragged him close. | Hare's appeal pierced tance, Was this his kind Mormon benefac- The Marmon Ider th the awful “You killed Holderness?” roared shapes suspended from the cotton. Yl@okbirde and swallows pang and of my Yea, more, Just this minute I made a list of ———— the hanging rustlers, in the ruthiess- — “Paul, it's your fathet, ” falried, and ant ness of the Vigilantes who had de- he said, brokenly. “ibe oman fe Grisly se Ay could, owing he) child's imagination, knowing he that at never know." Naab spread wide would pain his friend. if pee ats are, naps his arms to tho crowd “Men, listen,” “No, August, 1 can't,” he replied. con- Wrath, * he said. “Of all of us Mormone I “I feel differently from Mormons thi ‘ered most. Theh’ about—about women. If tt wasn't for| tut ay those which a Just as dolig as a father, 4 Suilt. ‘He would I'll do anything for you, exeept that. | made up in your own mind ; — what little you can of th: {a held every CHAPTER XII.” Dut_don't ask mée—that.” find out can tell the fon, . . oF draw ‘the best "Judas Iacariot!” thundered Naad. @YUMMER gleams of golden sun- gray Tioamers ieMea Naab. The hjecty that I suggest. rode thumb backward toward the Bisho) has " of the members have a In the still alr, The desert-red color MOTe Of him?" frolicking happiness. and read: 80880) eifO® of Navajo blankets brightened the yy RO CAL te bot ie telerann | Sauer (ates “chow the Mormo! wood as cully as it ae ed above the ber ever seeing him smile. His favor- | aj each ‘were handling #24 binding each black head. They k il, 1 cam ther aisles ph watohed the merry children tumble upon him there one day and found|die Klub Korner 4 after him, round the playground. Milvermane him dying. He asked me to have al times a week, so that we really i perars atook! look} he by lege? Erie, aaee nis ) care for Mosca, Ane Be died m at leant three meetings a week, cried. He pointed @ shaking finger rees. a sinewy red tering @ Spanish word, @ woman's been: ead in a Bishop and caressed his Mowing mane name I think.” Py ee ee “T'll cherish Mescal the more,” said|ings and contests and irtles Hare, He with his hand. “August. See, the Mustangs trampled and kicked and should all be very hatny tometh “Cherish her, yes, My Bible will " whistled defianoe across the bars, Th f ‘ M , ming. Paul's father! Do yeaticks oreaned ihele cortand ane this day give ber a name, We know Cousin Eleanorss pis Uo came tottering over the grass, lean- ous dis- she has the blood of a great chief, -— ¥ ne ballipanede tarker copie ante Peaatitul she is and goo “ raised December Writing Contest, About ruffling their feathers,” The Gisposee after ails. Cowes DUE G°d) Ten prizes of one dollar each wi awarded ten Kiddie Klub twittered their happiness to fh August Naad married Mecsal and Wroods and hold up his hande im seita in the branches and. Unive (uc Hare at noon under the shade of the) R¢* from six to fifteen, Inclusive, Bishop pause a: stare at the dark A note from the parent or It was the morning of , The many members of Nawo's family pettont lett The gus Consent: Te wedding day. F. Maneare and the grave Navajos formed an at-|%2!ne that the story is original 2 August Naab, for once without a ‘tive circle around them, Thecere-|has not been copira must accom trail? Ah! Well, the worst is over, his paws, watching Mescal. Hare . ; $ ‘We can look forward to better times. watched her, too. The night shone in It's not Hkely the rustlers will ride her eyes, the light of the fire, th into Utah again. But this desert will old brooding mystic desert-sptrit, and never be free from strife.” sqynething more, ‘The thump of Bil My: surrownds you from st » A haw wild “Tell me of Mescal,” suid Hare, | vermane's hobbled hoofs was heard Thrills, adventure: “Ah! Yea, I'm coming to that." {n the darkness; Bolly's bell. jangled delightful love story all blend in| Naab bent his head over the log and musically, The jeep D lass mehaie Taects oaks chipped off little pieces with . his neyome coyote barked. The white kn “Jack, will you come into the Diinked. out of the blue and M on Chureh? night breeze whispered softly ng had Hare shrunk from this among the cedars. audeba” whith be ‘ful mouse (pads Will Begin in Seri sven Sheodas ae iia cacti di an neat iin lies aida ine a, tao! ” A eee aah a + we ait, tna te —_<——