The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1910-07-26


for little children have made him be-
loved of all people everywhere.
Father Days Future.
Father Daley opened his address
with few significant stories that
proved his keen sense of humor. sud
denly his demeanor changed, and he
gazed out over the strewn wrecks of
innumerable homes as he spoke his
theme for the afternoon. "The Home
less Life" and the Juvenile Court
I'm my wanderings from fair city
to fair town in the interest Of home
less little boys and girls" he said Il
am impressed with the beauty of this
wonderful country, although my al
legiance turns to dear old Milwaukee,
the famous. But l glory not so much
in the material progress of my coun-
try. Rather my soul exuits in the in
teligent interest she is giving to her
boys and girls. North and Sor'h.
Catholic and Protestant, all realize
that the child must be counted in the
future welfare of the race. The boy
of today Is the citizen of tomorrow;
the girl of yesterday is the wife and
mother and teacher of today. Not
alone the child of the happy home
must De considered. but the homeless
ones as well We may differ in relig
ion, but we can unite in extending the
hand of Christian charity to every
lonely soul. / am filled with JOY that
the lover of America has interested
himself in the embryo citizen, especial
ly the homeless one. erecting as n
testimony of this interest the Juvenile
court.
'Thc judge of a Juvenile court ac-
complishcs his purpose in diverse
ways. He inquiries inyo the home sur
roundngs; he enforces schooling; he
regulates the matter of improper COM
pany and the environment that tends
to drag down, and If necessary, he
removes the child from such environ
ment. His second mission is to save the
child who so easily drifts save him
from the taint of the Jail and from
criminalty. His first cndcavor IL to
place the child in the family, for the
institution tends to develop depen-
dence in the youth. The child in the
home Is the plan of God, and nothing
so revolts my soul as TO see a sweet
intelligent woman lavish on dog the
love that belongs TO q little child.
Raising u Waif.
Have you ever considered what
you would be if you had been sub
ject to the raising Of many u walf?
You have the memory of an honest
father who left you the heritage of an
honest name; of u sanity mother for
the cares of whose vanished hand you
would gladly give all the world has
laid at your feet; the memory of a
good, pure home. But the homeless
ones, ah, that Is different For too
many of them there Is the memory of
a drunken and brutal father, "a de-
graded mother TOO many of them
lare learning to depend upon charity
and in their souls Is entering the pols-
on of the crawling crinsing beggar.
How easily the situation might be
reversed. So when you see the low
est of humanity, do not draw aside
with a "Thank God | am not such"
but rejoice that charity allows to you
the beautiful privilege of extending
the helping hand, y
at is Il narrowing and regrettable
fact that so many young people leave
the safety Of the farm and the small
er towns to crowd and huddle In the
cities. You on Ohio fertile farms do
not know what poverty means. You
dream of the marble palaces OF the mil
lionaire, not Of the rickety -rackety
huts of the tenemcnts, without a sin
gle window where men work, sicken
and die like rats In a hole in the
wretched poverty Of the city. If the
souls of the dead can wiring one ia
blessing for him who cares for the
homeless child.
1t is not my mission to talk tenn
perance at this time, but l must say
that one Of the greatest overwhelm-
ing causes of the broken home Is the
curse OF strong drink. will not con-
slider the different proposed methods
Of reform, prohibition, high license
regulated saloons. But / must say
that however great has been the harm
done by drink, greater still Is the
political power held by the lowest
class of saloons. If prohibition does
nothing more than curb and clip this
power, it will have served a glorious
purpose, Not in the interest of pro-
lhibitlon, but because of the sad and
broken ZONES, my hand is with every
man helping to eradicate the curse OF
drink"
Drink Is not the only cause-an-
other one looming large Is soul
grinding poverty If You glimpse at
the sweatshops the wretched cellar
novels Of the workers in a great city
| am sure you would willingly pay
fifty cents more for garment from
your home merchant rather than
send to the catalogue houses who
wiring a drop of life blood with every
stitch from their wretched workers,
What love do you thing the boy who
grows to manhood from the filthy
dank cellars of the city will have
Tor the country what respect for
your laws, lie will remember the
toil--dead mother, the hestic-cheek-
ed sister, the consumptive father
His heart will be blstered and his