The Norfolk weekly news-journal. (Norfolk, Neb.) 1900-19??, 1911-06-02
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THE HOUSE UPSIDE DOWN.

Sometimes the devil uuwlttinEly
tells the truth, This Is one OF the
times. The crowd ran yelling the ac-
Cusation through the streets of Thcs-
salonica. But IL was sin, not Paul.
that had turned the world upside
down. He was turning II right side
up. It's according to your point "
view. The Chinese begin to read at
the end OF the line and at the bottom
of the page. The bat hangs upside
down and laughs at topsy turvy
world. The skeptic stands on his head
intellectually and says, See me hold
up the worldv The world smiles,
but the skeptic still argues. Remem-
Der the House Upside Down" on the
midway Mt the Buffalo Pan-Amcrican
exposition Carpets, rugs, chairs, tn
bles. dishes, were on the ceiling. Wall
paper and pictures on the wall were
upside down. Finally you got con
fused and you couldn't tell whether
twas the house or you that was up
side down. You felt that you were
walking, fly-like, head down from the
ceiling.
The truth is this is topsy turvy
world. One man saving to build n
house, another selling below cost
Ones fighting for justice. another fee
ing from 1t. One man spending mon
ey for flowers for n woman. his neigh
Dor spending money for divorce. one
mans at the drug store for medicine
to prolong life; anOther's buying poi
son to end his. Thousands come into
the world upside down and always
continue so. They are human crabs
ever going backward. Society is life
upside down. The world started right,
but Satan, Archimedes- like, got his
lever under II and with sin turned II
upside down. Paradise turned to per
dition, heaven to hell. Christ comes
and with the lever OF the cross turns
1t right side up. Life is n house. With
many 1T is upside down. Heredity, en-
vironment, education, indigestion, false
standards, have put us wrong. Things
are distorted, misplaced, untrue.
Ground Floor.
Kitchens on this floor. To get
along with a man feed the brutew
says the cynical woman. Foods fuel
Fasting's not always duty. Feast
ing's not always sin. Sometimes
HASTINGS n sin and feasting a duty.
John tasted. Jesus Toasted. Girls at
school are taught calculus, but not
cooking. In the coal regions OF my
state they say STRIKES are caused by
bad cooking" In a lumber camp where
men saw wood they get dinner with n
can opener and n coffeepOt. Brides had
better not cook that way If the wood OF
the desk is the only lumber their hus-
bands see. Many a kitchens upside
down. Smile in the dining room. Ask
a blessing but don't cant. There's n
kind of piety that's disease OF the
liver. No gossip, no snarling, at your
table. A hearty laugh may do az
much good as Oolong or Java, tender
loin or outlet Parlors on this floor.
It's artificial, superficial and shallow.
In it we act like puppets and dress
like dolls. Secretly we hate the par
Tor. We keep it dark, stir and formal.
children" calls mother, keep out or
the parlor. You'll break something"
Sleeping rooms are on this floor
Third of our lives are passed there.
When you reach threescore and ten
you'll have spent nearly twenty-five
years there. Babyhood and childhood
mean much sleep. Bedrooms upside
DOWN. Sometimes. Either barren
as barn or formal as a funeral Man
has to figure out those pink log pill
lows-to' be slept on or used as bar
ricade for the door? Is the crazy quilt
a coverlet or an ornament Best sleep
I ever had was when as a college boy
went preaching in the country. Big,
well ventilated room, whitewashed
walls. After l had said Now lay
me" a dear old fashioned, motherly
woman came to tuck me in bed, put
hot bricks to my feet and prayed that
God would bless the poor preacher
boy. That night l slept the sleep OF
childhood. On this floor in the front
room with the big bay window is the
cittihS ioolb-lO, living IOOLl 4
That's the room. Here's where you
are yourself, where you play with the
children, where you read the Bible
and have family prayers. Make the
living room Of life right
Tho Attic.
Except We become converted and as
little children" said Christ. Remem-
Der that third story attic room in your
old home? Children multiplied. Trun-
die beds were added. Then we were
packed to bed up in the attic under the
caves. There we heard the pattering
rain upon the roof. There we saw the
twinkling Of the stars at night. They
wove themselves into poetry and
dreams. There in the cedar chest was
grandmother's wedding dress. She was
but sixteen then. Yonder hung grand
fathers Revolutionary sword. How it
used to CLEAN in the moonlight That
was the place for dreamsl The fra
GRANGE Of the lilacs and roses came In
the little attic windows. Not spider
webs did our child eyes see, but fresco
Of angels. With the passing of the
attic third floor went our dreams and
visions. From our souls top floor we
can see across the river Of death to the
glowing domes and towers Of the shin
tDp civ haVOnd In fha hnYca yIUht