The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1914-12-03
A word on the other side

a word on the Otner size
THE old aegory which calls attention the fact that five
drops of ink will cloud pint of clear water acquires
significance applied the journalistic methods of the day
unscrupuounes of certain publications has caused
countless the evil influence exerted by the daily
press the of the few gradually
becoming blind to the virtues of the many
1t for protesting voice to be raised against the
We have wish
gloss urptude much that done by the
onal journalists We keeny alive the danger
free and freer we'll overlook
the of good which be- and constantly u.s.
daily To large class Of people
and the magazine stand in the place of complete
denying that each of them able
accomplish wonders.
cannot proved by of assertion that the
widely read those by which judge
ournathe trivial personalities, the highly spiced stories of
vice Such the For the reader
called unmenionabe articles have little
est-he does notice more than the headlines.
We have heard much Of the evil influence of the daily
press difficult believe the good But the remains
through the length breadth of the land there hun
dred which fighting good fight for the
muntes which they belong Fairness demands that while
approaching journalists who unworthy of the
should render due honor those whom their calling sacred
While considering the ink do let forget the much
larger quantity of Am right you knights of the
quill and press?
SHERLOCK has not been accepted especially
gifted in the of short writing However. will bear
shall for your ediicaon recital of
of fes real tragedies The facts based entirely
living whom will be left recognize their the play
recital merely depending upon their knowledge Of the facts
related, is my intention to mention
LIVING SORROWS
BOTH parents young the years count; but little
silver sreak of beginning show the temples of
husband while the wife free of of
approaching middle her face white marble Her
great blue heavy and her mouth had pathetic droop
As the twilight deepened, the wife bent the glowing
flames of fire with hudde and spread her hands before
them. she sought from their brightness the chlness
When she could stand the silence of the
longer her chair her husband who quiet
y beside her.
"Oh Cliff" she cried. why 10 you speak? Can you
that heart is breaking Why has life been
harsh? Why couldn't keep boy? He my life, my
very all He JOY, only but for all the
No. do talk of faith. How have faith
when blow all hope, all trust, slain? You
understand-you who do know what is in mothers heart
you a father. the father of my boy! You do know my
suffering"
Then her husband leaned toward her. and, though his
full of pity and of upsh his hands steady
and did embe he drew his sorrowing wife, the mother of
ungrateful son. to him.
Listen and will tell you the story-the story of this
mothe mother whose life all love and light happiness
All her years had day
the clouds began gather Her baby boy birth ILL., They
told her he would die. She young She ignorant of
she did not know. But she could her boy
She could that innocent. pure life sight
And she prayed God and God she thought
her baby boy lived Before many years sturdy loving boy
took the baby's place. each this
thanked God for her boys life
Then day when seemed if and ali
let day when the behind
shine The boy her darling boy had his
home and flee mothers broken
faith broken; her life but
many years. boy mother
but not his home for crowd of people glad
at his coming, and took him. and put hima
robe stripes And they strong
him away and, and
Here interrupt, for you all know
the tale.
But the mother raised herself the
protecting reached great