ALL WE ASK

́MERICA!—the country that shares with others its incomparable opportunities, that opens the door to its marvelous industries, that deeds a farm, a home for almost nothing, that shares with every one equally in citizenship, that provides a universal tax for universal education, and does so many more things; and all it asks of you is to behave.

Your parentage, your birthplace, concerns me little. If you are willing to abide by American principles, ready to help enrich and enlarge our present possibilities as a nation; if you are grateful for the gift of citizenship in this country; if you remain true to this country as against all other nations, the way you spell or pronounce your name is of little consequence to me.

All we ask of you is to behave.

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WELL MEANT

A DOZEN times a week, and sometimes more, young men will call to talk it over with me, and frequently I go without my lunch to hand these young men something to think about. Sometimes I "get in Dutch," get these young men pretty angry, but before they leave the office we put on the soft pedal, smile, and say something that rings with that human interest; and do you know, they keep coming back for more. We all like a jolt that is well meant.

My work could never be a success founded on the spirit of trying to injure another's feelings. But you've got to jolt them-yes, jolt them. ᄆ

STRAIGHT FROM THE SHOULDER THE woman that will waste good food within the hearing of the cry of hungry babies, the "lady" that will take champagne baths while gowned in dresses that have the life of some poor seamstress stitched in every hem, the lucky "Lillie" that slurs her unfortunate sister after she "nails" down a job, does not represent the world of women. She is a representative of the underworld, whether she occupies the home of title, or lives in a pile of marble with flunkies or butlers.

LAFAYETTE

'N Rome's best days, when the invincible leaders of the Eternal City returned with their captive kings

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bound to the chariot wheels; when the triumphs of the days of the seven-hilled city were in their wildest enthusiasm; when the endless multitude were marching under the banner of victory-I say, all these ancient achievements cannot compare with the return to this country of Lafayette. Lafayette, the man who fought with and for us. And it was to this patriot that ten millions of people paid their tribute. It was a wonderful demonstration, and how vividly it brings to mind two great men who belonged to the same nation and the same age-Lafayette and Napoleon!

Lafayette, the volunteer of freedom, the advocate of human rights, the defender of civil liberties, the philosopher, the patriot. Napoleon, the child of destiny, the victor of a hundred battles. Napoleon, he who scaled the Alps and reclined at the foot of the pyramids.

Lafayette, the one man that even now excites men to deeds of daring and work of worth. Napoleon, the wild beast of battle, the hunted and at last the caged exile, mourned by a few scattered rulers of the memory of Marengo.

My thought here is to show in vivid contrast the true regard for a benefactor as compared with that for the conqueror. ᄆ

YOU CANNOT ROB ME

YOU may whisper to my weary soul at sundown to expect God to mock my one great hope. You may tell me that this world has gone murder-mad and no longer deserves Divine love.

You may never pay me in the coin of commerce, nor the tongue of my townspeople praise me; but you cannot rob me of the memory of my mother, nor can the world take away this love. Mother left this love with me.

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THE pessimist is now suffering mental torture over the prospects of a cold winter that he predicts is sure to follow this hot spell.

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CHARACTER

N one of their regular daily editorial advertisements, The Joslin Dry Goods Company of Denver has this to say with reference to character:

"A reputation often depends on the length of time some folks have for gossiping and the amount of integrity they have on hand.

"Character is your own. Character is the biggest possible store asset. It is cash on hand. Character is credit.

"Reputation has been known to come to a business on account of extravagant advertising. Reputation is transitory in trade.

"This store is not trying to win a reputation, but it is working each business day with all the determination at its command to establish more firmly its true character.

"And did you ever stop to think that a store can have character just the same as the individual can have individuality?"

Just a few days previous to this editorial advertisement on "Character," The Joslin Dry Goods Company had something to say about the customer and service, and here it is:

"As a customer of a store you desire to meet pleasant people, able and efficient sales folks. You do not come to this store to hold a sympathy session. You come here to find true values, the latest styles, and to get good service.

"Frequently the management of this store holds what might be called an individual conference with the sales people, and here are some of the suggestions that are left with them:

"The world has plenty of sadness of its own.

"Nobody cares a rap about your troubles, save, perhaps, your intimate friends.

"Sentiment, woe, sadness, are home affairs, and not business liabilities.

"Strangle your worries, your troubles, and pin a big smile on your face.

"These suggestions do not mean for one instant that we are not in harmony, in sympathy, with our sales people. It is doubtful if any store could be more so.

"In this organization we try to get fun out of the greatest game in all the world-business.

"Service that is willing is the only service. Service that is smiling, cheerful, smooths out the wrinkles and helps all concerned."

Recently this store celebrated its forty-fourth anniversary, and during the eventful week they received many congratulatory messages.

PRACTICE THE PRACTICE

RACTICE the practice of looking. The best pupil you

have is in your eye. Look into things, not just at them.

What a marvelous man you would be if you would only practice what you preach; if you would only telegraph to your brains the things you see, you read! But you don't.

You go along lippitude-like with your albino-eyed mind winking and blinking at what other men might call an "opportunity."

We all see chances enough. The trouble is, we see too many. We get confused, actually overwhelmed with opportunities.

America is literally alive with live chances where you can make good, provided you will only see them, and then, after seeing them, realize their value. Then realize on their value. If you are a failure, and your eyes are good, who is to blame? Your brain may not acknowledge the fault, but this only discounts your brain. Think it over.

THE CLOCK WORKER

TO lay down your work at exactly five o'clock, to quit right on the hour, is pretty good proof that your work can be picked up by almost any deck hand.

The hour hand cannot tell you the time to knock off. Your conscience, the satisfaction of work well done, the interests of the boss, are the things that tell you when to go home, when to quit.

True, the boss does not hire you to work overtime, but he can fire you if he wants to. He won't want to if you hang around later than the rest of them. There's something very attractive about a man that shows this little special interest after hours and finishes up the unfinished work.

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SOME MAN

WHEN a man can see the possible and discount the impossible; when he has common sense enough to discriminate between right and wrong; when he has imagination, initiative, this man is well on the way to a permanent position. He is some man,

THE CURSE

NY enterprise that will set before a boy a liquid poison that will bloat his body, corrupt his morals,

cloud his mentality; that will make him steal, rape, refuse to work; that will cause him to do the things he would not think of doing while sober, is the crime of crimes. Whiskey is the sum total of most of the villainies of this country. It destroys home, drowns honor, and fires a man's brain into getting fired. It curses the things that are good, and then laughs at the ruin.

Our prisons, poorhouses, electric chairs, our cradles and our graves, are filled with the mistakes it has made.

Where there is

whiskey, there is one more field open for the drinker-the pot

ter's field.

Whiskey violates virtue, scorns at the helpless; it brings to every man the very things that he least Iwants. It fetches to woman the things she cannot discard. Fathers are made fiends by it, mothers are made widows, and children orphans.

It is the greatest enemy of God, and the devil's very best friend.

King Booze takes from the state a hundredfold what it gives. It kills in the individual what it can never bring back to life. It is supported by those who can least afford its cost.

Not one young man in fifty can continue to hold a good position while he drinks. Responsible jobs call for a perfectly poised mind. The managers are seeing that these positions are filled by clear-headed, competent men.