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Imperial Valley press., 1912-06-06
M,NAMARAs sTvDsoRN

[BY UNITED PRESS ASSOCIATIoNSI
SAN QUENTIN, Cal, juno 6.-For
failure to perform tasks assigned to
them, James J. and John ]. McNamara.
the former serving life and the latter
a fourteen year sentence in the peni-
tentiary here for dynamite outrages,
are both under the ban of the prison
authorities. Credits we're taken from
the brothers yesterday and they must
remain without privileges until they
show a disposition to conform to the
rules. Warden Noyle admitted today
that he is having trouble with both
McNamaras. One of the tasks as
signed to them, he said, was handling
100 yards of cloth in the jute mill
each day. They proved stubborn, he
declared, and after repeated warnings
that they must do their work exactly
as other prisoners, they were removed
from the mill.
Imperial Valley press., 1912-06-06
Blythe Levee Breaks

Los Angeles owners of ranch lands
in the Palo Verde valley have received
word that the levee of the Colorado
!, river had broken on the great Blythe
ranch near Blythe and Ehrenberg.
Just what damage is being done by
the overflow has not yet been learned.
The break is at point where it may
affect scores of small alfalfa ranches
in the valley, many being owned by
residents of Los Angeles. The levee
gave way shortly after midnight Mon
day morning. 1t is the first time the
river has broken into the valley and
the levee gave way for more than a
hundred feet. Ranchers from that sec
ton responded to the call to repair
the lpyee
Imperial Valley press., 1912-06-06
Once More Smashed

Last night 14S persons made known
their wants in the classified columns
of the Press. If you were not among
them you missed an opportunity.
Every day the record is smashed, be-
cause people want things and are
learning how to get them.
Imperial Valley press., 1912-06-06
LONG BEACH

the souhnds
BETTER PACK THAT TRUNK LEAVE EARLY STAY
delight The little already ENJOYING the white
o
Imperial Valley press., 1912-06-06
Final Certificate Issued

The United States land Office has is.
sued final certificate to Jesse K.
Lloyd, assignee of Walker w. Lloyd,
for the northwest quarter of section 6,
1915. by resurvey being tract 119B,
containing 100 acres.
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ore The claim proved a valuable one. Hanks was as happy as a man could be who has good red blood. a fine financial prospect and a letter from his sweetheart in his pocket.
 One day at noon, just after reading his sweetheart's le/er. which some one had brought mp the hard mountain trail to the lonely cabin, Hanks picked up box of dynamite caps which had lain fin the sun. The slight jar did the rest
 By a miracle he escaped instant death. - He was thrown 10 feet away and when he arose both eyes were gone and where his hands had been were bleeding stumps. His partner, looking upon him, screamed and cried like a child. Recovering him self, he got Hanks to the cabin, where he bound his arms tightly above the elbow to stop the bleeding.
 It was six miles to telephone.
 All that afternoon Hanks lay alone, having as sole companion little dog.
 When help came they got him to a hos ptal at Provo, where they saved the remnant of him. His sweetheart came to see him. and he released her from their engagement What woman would want both a cripple an da blind man for a husband2
 Had 1t been you? N. c. Hanks, cripple and blind, went to work to make a lec- turer out of a mner-and succeeded. He makes return dates, which tells the story of his popularity
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"oh. God of battlesl steel my soldiers
 hearts; Possess them not with fear; take from
 them now The sense of reckoning. lest the opposed
 numbers Pluck their hearts from theml Not to-
 day, o, Lordl o. not today think not upon the fault My father made in compassng the crown. Richards body have inferred new, And on it have bestowed more contrite
 tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood. Five hundred poor have in yearly pay, Who twice a day their withered hands
 hold up Toward heaven to pardon blood; and I
 have built Two chantries, where the sad and solemn
 priests Sing still for Richards soul More will I
 do;
 Though all that I can do Is nothing
 worth, Since that my penitence comes after all, Imploring pardon"
 MT Richard Mansfield delivered this srayer with singular impressiveness, en- wrapped in his great cloak At it's conclu- sion it was his custom to open his cloak and let it fall to the ground, while he stood revealed in glittering steel ar nor. silent and motionless. No applause broke the breathless stiffness. The au- dience was awed into prolonged hush. as if. indeed, they had heard a King at his prayers; King opening his heart to
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LIMITATIONS OF ORTHODOXY-By George Eaves D. D:

face of Christ and of God. It is tricky, full of subterfuge. dodges the vital issue.
 The rampant orthodoxy of the Saddu- cees in our Lords time had this result. My impression is that all official religion comes at last to the same end. It re- mains a religion, an ethical creed. tra- dtion and doctrine, but somehow God is withdrawn from it. Even Puritanism, Jewish, Catholic, or Protestant, gets to this point at last. Starting with practical and passionate protest against dead for mulas and tyrannies, t comes in the end to final institutions. creeds. the last word on the subject" It's primitive human sympathies and zeal leave only a shell, whence the oyster Is withdrawn. This explains the attitude or tho Pharlsees or Puritans. of New Testament story. Some were still vital enough 10 understand the heart of Jesus. To the majority appar- entIy He was dangerous demagogue, im- perilling cherished institutions and even the nation itself
 Macauay has described in too little known essay the stuluncation of Puri- tanism in English political life, which reacted on the literature and drama of the Restoration period. Glorify your In- stitutlon. reckon 1t final. and behold you have a Religion minus Godl feeble, sputtering. moving. sham divinity sup
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of her if she would go were the love and care of her children, the prattle of grand children, peaceful years. Close at hand was horrid death.
 And this delicate woman deliberately disdained the offer of the years If life meant separation from her other self she passionately chose. death. And so, with her arms about her beloved she gladly went down with him.
 Only one picture?
 Yes, but among all which the world will love to remember of that time that tried mems souls and the souls of women will be that radiant, appealing picture sil- houetted against that dark night of ter TOT, the picture of the great hearted wom- an who, loving her own, loved him to the end
 Oh, weary, sated woman; oh, listless husband crying out in your complainings of the marriage bonds that chafe, look on this lasting, vivid picture of conjugal fidelity, strong and holding fast in the hour and article of death
 What may we write under it?
 What more significant words than those of another woman of this race, Ruth, the Moabtess:
 where thou diest I will die, and there will I be buried.'
 oscar Hammerstein, London:
 I have auarreled with Alphonse, the cat
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70, my offence fig rank, 1t smells to
 heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon it, A brothers murder! Pray I cannot. Though inclination be as sharp as will; My stronger guilt defeats my strong in-
 tent; And. like man to double business
 bound. stand in pause where I shall first be-
 gin. And both neglect. What if this cursed
 hand Were thicker than itself with brothers
 blood Is there not rain enough in the sweet
 heavens To wash t white as snow? Whereto
 serves mercy, But 10 confront the visage of offence? And what's in prayer, but this twofold
 force To be forestalled, ere we come to fall Or pardoned, being down? Then I'll look
 up; My fault is past. But, O. what form of
 prayer Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul
 murder? That cannot be; since I am still pos
 sessed Of those effects for which did the mur-
 der, My crown. mine own ambition, and my
 queen. May one be pardoned and retain the of-
 fence? In the corrupted currents of this world Offences glded hand may shove by jus
 tice,
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the living Truth. And a case in point comes to me: An advocate of the Puri- tan Sababth assures me that I have tried to undo the good wrought by the AL mighty" when He sent the Titanic to the bottom because its passengers had car ried on "a goddess concert on Gods holy dayl Here Is the institution plotting out the face of the man Of Nazareth. drying his tears with an east wind and denying His words while it gibbets His very heart afresh "and puts Him to an open shame"
 If this be the doctrine of the church, o give me Buddha, give me Moses. give me Babu Keshub Chunder Len. Let mo suggest a meditation on the mystic words of Edwin Arnolds wonderful poem "The sun is setting in the silent sea-"
 And when he rises the souls of heroic Jew and Gentle, heretic and orthodox. millionaire and journalist ascend un- condemned in the rosy dawn of eternal love- That-nothing short of that, dear critic, is the Christian Sabbath.
 But orthodoxy Is wooden. And to the wooden there is no mysticism; nothing better than worm holes and sawdust.
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BILL VINES DISCUSSES THE ANTITRUST" BILL

Mummy, and had menny of there SO day notes, which he was keeping as souvineers of his first turn or two in Congress. He sed 'the Press had been verry kind to him indeed and that he had been verry fuvurabully men stoned by the papers, particularly the Congressional Record" "fll tell you MT. Vines,' seys he, this Sherman Anty-Trust law was designed to make the Trusts Anty, and it is the Answer the Trusts must Anty and White chips don't go, they must cum clean with the Mazuma, or otherwise they air liabull to suddenly be found in Restraint of Trade and sum verry un- pleasant things mite be sed regarding there Bizness; in uther words if they air not Patryotic enuff in Campain yeers to loosen up rite smart with the needful they will be canned and put in Cold Storage"
 "You don't meen to tell me-" seys I, "that they air, Dubs enuff to be
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one-thirtleth of his capital.

One-thirtleth of his capital.
 railroad company capitalized at s150- coo. .0O0 has a disastrous wrec1-loss sl00,O00 The papers make much of it Well. the company loses one fifteen hundsedth of it's capital.
 The railroad company may cut small fraction off the dividends at the end of the year or make up the loss in some other way, but the coal hauler must make up for the loss of the one-thrtieth part of his capital stock by pinching economy.
 Go to his home.
 The wreck of the wagon Is to the fam fly a real calamity. It means dinners without meat. It may mean a failure to pay the rent. And in the end some blood sucker may get n mortgage on team and wagon.
 Ask the woman.
 Little Johns coat is getting too worn and patched for school. His sister must needs pair of new shoes Her old shawl is good enough for "her," but father suffers in the bleak winds because his underclothing has grown thin.
 Aye. drag tho old trap off the tracki Wo must get down to business.
 And, alas for Christian charity under the sun, no one of those prosperous peo- pie who passed the sooty faced driver as he stood by the side of his battered wreck had perhaps a glmmer of thought or pity for his tremendous loss.
 We must get down to business.
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ation. But to undertake that useful thing involves the recognition of the limitations of orthodoxy. May we begin to enumerate a few of these in terms of intelligible speech?
 l. Orthodoxy is not without it's advant- ages. It stands for the consensus of re- suits in religious thinking It is the work of an age of analysis and compilation, following on an age of fierce activity and debate. For instance, the apostolic are was certainly time of intense activity, bitter differences of opinion, the breakup Of old relationships. The succeeding age of compilation, when our Bible was de- fined, and theology subjected to decision by majorites and metaphysics made orthodoxy a banner of the church. It was convenient to know what the doc Urine of the church actually was. The earlier age had imparted facts. The new time was concerned with inductions. statements, theories. The first was a time of religion. the second was the hey day of theology.
 I am far from discounting the value of such a work. It is as inevitable as the other But when 1t Is completed process analogous to the growth of wheat has taken place. The seed has been planted. the ear has grown, has ripened and now what? The next stage is the time of the
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SOME

they are in peril. Indeed, so varied and distinctly different are the conditions in which men pray in the dramas that It would seem that the author had in mind the apostle's injunction. Men ought al- ways to pray In the second part or Henry VI the King speaks to simpcoA in his misfortune, and says:
 Poor soull Gods goodness hath been
 great to thee;
 Let never day nor night unhallowed pass But still remember what the Lord hath
 done.''
 While the King does not in terms name the duty of prayer. yet is the inference plain that he had prayer in mind, as be- coming to every act and thought.
 But I do not propose an essay on Shakespeare's valuation of prayer Rather, as the title to this paper sets forth do I intend to call attention to certain definite prayers composed and offered by characters in the plays, and only two or three of these shall I cite
 have been much impressed, when hear ing il on the stage and in reading it in my study, with the lofty prayer of King Henry V, 10 which I referred in beginning this paper. Imagine the scene. It is night. The Kings army is sleeping on its arms. The great battle is to be fought the next day. Bedford, Gloster and Err bingham have retired from view. The King is left alone. To his left, as he faces the audience. there fliclsers a camp fire. Wrapped in a cloak that. reaches his feet the King removes his helmet, and with solemn and measured tones begins:
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reference to the murder of Abel by his phrase of the seventh chapter of St. Pauls words in his epstle to the Romans. There is an allusion to the old prophet's language as 1t refers to the effects of grace upon the heart; for grace may make the heart white as snow" And at the close we are reminded of the Masters reference to little children and "new born babes"
 I have never heard this really wonder full passage rendered with the solemnity and dignity which 1t has a right to de- mand. The reason is, that ordinarily the King in the play is a subordinate char acter and mediocre actors play it. They do not know how to read so great and solemn an utterance.
 At first blush one would not associate old Jack Falstaff with prayer Yet. there came a time when Sir John actually prayed. It was at the last. IL was in his dying moment. When he began to "bab- ble of green fields" and flowers. It con- sisted of one word .th4s prayer of sal stan's. Mistress Quickly. in her house in Eastcheap, in London. tells us about 1t. And if we stand with Pistol. Bardolph. Nym and nameless boy We shall hear her tell of Sir Johns last moments "So he cried out, God. God. God, three or four times. Now I to comfort him, bid him he should not think of God; there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet" His soul expressed Itself in that one word. God" An, Mistress Quickly. you gave our old friand bas ad- vics
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row Wilsun would think it was San scrit, and when the Guvermint yeelds to publick clammer, and the public is sum clammerers when they get started especially ovver the high price of livving and when the price of Cow gets so up that you have to swap Guvvermint Bonds for Surloin Stakes and give a premium, and when it gets that way and the Guvvermint begins suit against a perfect Lady-like Trust, of course it is meerly to pour Oil on the trubled waters and as soon as the Hew and Cry has subsided and the Deer Peepul have ceased to Bark, they simply drop the Suit be- hind the Piano, till the next Inning. It is possibul," seys he, to keep suit on tap thro' five or six administra- sions and produce fine reeding matter at ridiculusly small expense. The suit against the Beef Trust hasn't cost the Guvvermint neer as much as
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It is the way of the world
 The way of disillusion.
 When Alphonse is true and the cat purs on the hearth and the fire in the little stove burns brightly, then does life ahead look like radiant morning. But
 Comes a day when the fire is but ashes, and there is no sweetheart true, and the poor cat Is dead. The mirage has risen. The rivers of joy have lost their runnels in life's desert places.
 Well. we'll
 It may be that some sweet day Jules will fill the heart that Alphonse left empty, and another kitty will sing, and the fire in the little stove will flame up again!
 Death comes with crawl or he comes
 with a bounce,
 And whether he's slow or spry, It isn't the fact that you're dead that
 counts,
 But only, How did you die?
 Edmund Vance Cook. author of the lines printed above, tells the brave story of N. C. Hanks.
 Hanks lost both hands and both eyes in an accident. That was when he was miner Now he is a popular lecturer on Shakespeare and modern writers.
 This is the story;
 At 21 he and his partners leased claim near Nephi, Utah, and prospected for
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THE COMPACT MAJORITY-By A. B. Bealle

ought to be scrubbed too, but perhaps that Is going too far; well-in such a house, say. within two or three years, people lose the power of thinking and acting morally. Lack of oxygen ener- yates the conscience. And there seems to be precious little oxygen in many and many house in this town, since the whole compact majority Is interruptions enough to want to found its future upon a quagmire of lies and fraud. e. All these majority-truths are like last year g salt pork; they're like rancid moldy ham, producing all the moral scurvy that devastates society"
 Is there here evidence of the intellectual patrician and no whit else7 There is in- deed here somewhat of the social ser vant-somewhat of the petulance of a drain-man or a social-pumber, if I may say, who has grown weary of your sorry performances, but who will yet find time to give you counsel. He may even lash greedy folk as the good Christ did the
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is dead, and the stove has gone out.
 SUZANNA DUMESNIL. Behind the cablegram printed above is the story told by a theatrical writer a typical story of human life.
 Every year Oscar Hammerstein used to go to Europe, looking for song birds for his operas
 In Paris he heard Suzanna Dumesnil, a famous French soprano and said to her: q want you" In addition to buying her release from her manager he offered a big salary.
 Struggling her shoulders, Dumesnil said: ''Leave my so dear Paris? Nevaire! Why should I leave my Alphonse, who loves me; my cat, that I adore, and my good, warm little stove?"
 Why indeed?
 There are other things in life aside from dollars. And Dumesnil knew that very well.
 And yet
 Six months later the soprano was sway ing audiences in grand opera, London. And the discriminating said they could detect in the wonderful voice a new un- dertone of sadness.
 An, me,
 Alphonse had proved false. and the cat was dead and the little stove was cold. What was it somebody said when he first heard Jenny Lind? Break her heart and she will sing divinely." Well, and somebody did break her heart.
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he "believes the Bible from cover to cover" A third complains that am "upsetting the views of people who will have nothing left to believe if their present foundations are shaken"
 Surely a worse Jesuitism never was put on paper. Its value to me now Is to prove that orthodoxy Is forever putting its foot down and saying in the old Indian tongue, "Alabama Here we rest" 70 wake me not, but let me dream agaln!' This rock shall fly" etc.
 Alas there Is no time for resting! Neither man nor truth, as known by man, hath here any continuing city" We do not yet know precisely what is the best Sabbath. 'the Sabbath according to God s will" We do not know in what sense the Bible is believable from cover to cover" What we do know is that the only way to get the flour is to crush the wheat, and though multitudes mistake the wheat for the bread, or else care more for wheat in elevators, for theologians and ecclesiastics to gamble with and corner. than for a loaf of bread on the poor mans table, the laws of nature arc memorable, and the harvest is on the way to the mill.
 3. A dreadful fact about orthodoxy therefore, is its capacity to obscure the
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SOME PRAYERS IN SHAKESPEARE-By pr. w. E. Evans

And oft 'tis seen, the wicked purse itself Buys out the law: but 'ts not so above; There is no shufflng, there the action
 Hes In it's true nature: and we ourselves com
 pelled, Even to the teeth and forehead of our
 faults To give in evidence. What then? What
 rests? Try what repentance can; what can it
 not?
 Yet. what can it. when one cannot re-
 pent2 O, wretched state. o bosom. black as
 death o Timed soul, that struggles to be free, Art more engagedl Help, angelsl make
 assay; Bow stubborn knees; and. heart. with
 strings of steel. Be soft as sinews of the newborn babe. All may be we'll"
 Having thus barred his soul to himself the guilty King kneels in prayer. On the stage this prelude to the prayer Is often omitted; but in my judgment there Is distinct loss to the audience. There are certain religious thoughts here men toned that engaged the minds of the peo- pie of Shakespeare's time. Such as: If a man repents, no matter what his crimes have been. he must be saved but here the King hints at a condition wherein man cannot repent It would be helpful to an audience to think of this. The Biblical allusions of the language of Claudius are interesting. There is
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plants the regal Christ and men look In vain for something worshipful. It Is an angels voice which says then to in- quirlng souls: 'Ye seek Him?" He is not here. He Is risen. as He said"
 Hence the wise thing is not to be too final. The word of truth builds it's own shell, and multiplies as the seeds of tho wheat Institutions themselves must be elastic, adjustable, reJuvenating them selves. or else go down to crumbling ruin lilSe that old abbey by the Wye, where I have myself seen the ghostly procession of mediaevalism drift through the ruined doorways and pass with the moonlight along aisles where the ivy is now su- preme possessor.
 An, the only God Is Life. His other name is Love And even when He thrusts us onward and upward. past old castles and prehistoric camping grounds. and bids us climb the steep ascent to heaven mid flaming swords of cherubim, He is no tyrant Beneath us the old things change; old shapes are reborn, unrecog- nizable in she dim twilight but the es- sence abides, and the gain of the past will never be extinguished.
 Yet it can be extinguished for any man who uses the old creed and the old insti- tuition as 'counterfelt presentment" of