The Canon City record with which is consolidated the Canon City cannon., 1912-02-29

pocket for relief and succor for a
needy brother. He from whose lips
the songs OF poets roll In an infinitude
of sweetness, is an EsS, beaause his
gifts. however rare ana yeri,atile.. are
N harmony with the best impulses of
every other Elk, as they bubble from
his soul in eloquent and untutored
notes like. a spring of life. We rec
oanize no creed. no ism, no caste, and
no station. The obscure brother is
as dear TO us as the most gifted, be-
cause his heart must be right, and he
therefore forms one of the links in
that. chain which binds us to a most
pleasurable and seductive bondage.
An Elk may know the mythologies
OF Homer. the Sweet Pastorals of vir.
| gil, the humanity of Buddha. and with
Shakespeare feel the immotions and
passions OF a world, or he may only
pass the social glass. give utterance
to the kindly greeting and part with
an honest God bless you" He may
be the mariner. the prov of whose
ship cuts the painless sea carrying
her precious burden of hope and love;
or he may be the miner, whose skill
and energy penetrates the mountain
Businesses, thus adding his quota of
wealth and happiness to the world.
He may be the Arch-angeI of war,
shifting the boundaries of Kingdoms,
the hero OF Manila or Santiago. or he
may be but your humble plowman, fol-
lowing his coulter's CLEAN. bursting
the sod OF a new empire.
Gentlemen who believe In the sane
tity of home. the love OF mother, wife,
and children; good fellows who can
sing a song. tell joke. or lend a
friend a doilar-these are Elks-God
bless 'em-and Noblemen. too. who
have created a new peerage. whose
watch-word Is progress. whose creed
is love, and whose guiding star is
Justice.
have seen strong hands grasp 4
member Of this order whom sickness
and misfortune had well nigh render
ed helpless. He was lifted up into
loves sunlight and saw a brother.
Tears OF despair were transfigured
into pearls OF JOY, and be was saved.
have seen the stranger within our
gates stricken with dread disease. IL
became known that he was an Elk Our
brothers gathered at his bedside.
cooled the parched and pallid lips,
and spoke words OF love and pity
They received his final message for
distant loved ones and closed his eyes
In eternal sleep. The membership of
this fraternity laid him tenderiy away.
With reverence and awe they pro-
nounced his name. and dropped for
get-me-nots and tears upon the cask-
cts lid
On a bleak December day ! have
seen a brother rushing through a
binding storm en- an errand OF mercy.
, The rain passed through his shoes
and clothing. and the stars through his
SOUL
These are the exalted virtues and
noble principles OF our beloved order.
A handful OF Jolly Corks" forty odd
years ago-now nearly half a million
earnest. thoughtful men. In the prac-
tice OF such sentiments do we grow.
and break down the barriers in this
life which separate good people. We
believe In fraternity and sociabiiity
We want more mirth In this world.
We think the wrinkles made by laugh
ter are enchsntments. smoothing away
all the burrows made by care Thus
do we become the entering wedge in
the Aegis OF this planet. which car
ried to its logical conclusion. would
end In that sublime fraternaiism
where the golden rule would be the
rule OF life. God would indeed be Fsth-
er. and ali OF his children. brothers
and sisters.
We recognize that we are all subject
70 the frailties of human nature. that
we are not wholly responsible for ali
that we do. which ia foolish and un-
wise. Therefore. believing these
things. we are more willing to for
give and forget. to live and let live.
, to eliminate from our hearts the re-
membrance Of those weaknesses which
We hear of and see. and strive more
to promote those higher principles and
better qualities. the Influence of which
never die For there is the music OF
the spheres as they pass In sublime
and unerring harmony through the
unfathomable depths OF time and
space. and there is that holier music
, which beguiles the senses into a par
adisian sweetness, which we feel with
our hearts and our imaginations.
| went down town the other morn
Ing feeling out OF sorts. Perhaps I
had read too late the night before:
maybe | had smoked too many cigars.
In any event ! was cross. n there
was sunshine did not know Il. and
the call of nature to life and beauty
fell for me on listless ears. On ieav-
Ing the car at 18th and Curtis the
first object that struck my vision was
a victim OF some dire accident. whose
injuries were dreadful and weli-nigh
mortal. For him the gateway OF op-
portunity had closed: for me II was
standing wide open. The crime OF my
ingratitude rose before me like a
spectre. ! breathed prayer, asking
mercy for the unfortunate creature,
so maimed and Observation-Disclosures
for my own folly and unworehiness.
said TO myself. Next time I make a
kick viii have a kick coming" And
SO long as l can walk on this good old