The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1911-02-17

! A"s iSNtiSho 6"NiShi'h 10 AWAY
a fluent talker and on this occasion
did himself proud. The address.
is too long to reproduce in oul
columns in full bur the following
brilliant Peroration is so rich tina,
we caught same by wireless:
At the banquet Of Rome sat Cicero the
orator. at the banquet Of Athens sal
Socrates the philosopher. at the banquet
of Babylon sat Alexander the great. at the
banquet Of Egypt ~, Joseph the governor,
at all the banquets N Culbertson sits Paul
i,abcock the brigh, and shining lgh, Of
the legal fraternity. "Ecce homo. lie loves
to SIT as toast master az such functions
and call upon his friends to display their
forensic ability
The world has heard Of the devoted
attachment Of Damon and Pythias. These
two Syracusans were disciples Of Pytha-
goras and are Justly celebrated for their
loyal friendship and uniailing fidelity.
Their friendship was SO un~avering aud
unselfish that the ,yrant pardoned Pythias
and desired to be a comrade in 80 noble a
relation.
The world will never forget the idyllic
simplicity and gentle pa,hos OF the story
Of Ruth the Moabitish woman and Naomi
her afflicted mother-in-law. The friend
ship between Paul, the aged apostle. and
Timothy. the young disciple. has become
classical and immortal and touched all
hearts. Bat nowhere in all Literature
secular or sacred can We ind friendship
more generous, genuine and unseltsh and
more reciprocal than that between David
and Johnaihan. Their friendship has
often been admired and initiated but never
surpassed IL ever equalled Fiction never
painted picture so beautiful as these
facts suggest and complete on the page OF
sacred story.
The pen Of inspiration has produced the
portraits of these heroic men. devoted
friends and mighty leaders Of armies.
The terms in which their friendship is
described are as rhetoricallv beautiful as
they are tenderly instructive. David says.
THY love TO me was '-onderful. surpass-
ing the love Of women. and Johnathan. as
expressive Of his highest ambition. says
Thou shall be king and shall be next to
thee" David suggests that IL is possible
for man to love with as true and tender a
devotion as that Of woman Possibly it
would he difficult for the fair sex to admit
this but am sure some oi us will dare
maintain il even against the feminine pro-
test.
Nothing in Hebrew literature is more
and touching than Davids
lament over Jonathan: nothing OF an
elegiac character in any of the poets is
more perfect or marked by striking images
and tender thoughts. While any literature
ssis this elegy will remain as one Of the
noblest tributes which affection has ever
produced. Tennyson's In Memoriam"
'ome Of whose parts are melancholy as the
moan Of the ocean. is surpassed by this
,ncient Hebrew dirge.
Fraternal brotherhood. exempliiied by |
hese noble brothers. ought to he the dom
mating motive Of all societies, especially
hat which We represent. and the bond Of ,
friendship should never fail Of manifesto
ion among brothers Masonic.
Friendship uniailing in the time Of need.
or sorrow. is the sure foundation ,
Il any iraternal organization and is like to
hat friendship Of the great aud most
worthy Master OF all.
Let Us emulate that friendship and feel !
he grip Of that strong hand which can
lold US securely even At the grave. where
arihly help shall fail. and with calm con-
idence in him. wait until he shall say
We'll done"
The next number ON the pro-
,ram was piano duet by Misses
and Frenzel entitled |
The Arena March," which Was
performed in a brilliant manner
md received much applause
Mrs. w. Mathews gave a read I
ng or a recitation as some would |
designate 1t, entitled How the |
,lt horse won the bet"
This was very realistic. biinging
'ividly to the minds eve the race
rack the people, and the old race
horse now hitched to a private
When the word "go"
Vas heard 10y the blooded animal,
&c went some and won the race. |
Mrs. Mathews has much talent as
In elocutionist and made a hit.
The feature OF the evening, how
.ver, was the reading Of an origi- /
nal poem by Miss Lily Dale, re-