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The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1915-03-17

Some people mistake notoriety Tor
fame
The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1915-03-17

Manila has the right idea The mu-
nclpal board of health has passed an
ordinance requiring that all buildings
erected In the future must be- rat
proof
The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1915-03-17

w T." writes 4 have uuch vsry
severe cough ana cold and bar nos
bean able TO get anything to help ne II
weakening my system"
The Oklahoma City times. [volume] (Oklahoma City, Okla.) 1908-1984, 1915-03-17

Answer Take regularly with your
meals three grain hypo nuclAne tablets,
sold In sealed packages, BY druggists
with complete directions These tablets
Improve the blood increase nutrition, and
siren gthen the nervous system II used
regularly for several months
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silk as he had in mind, and the mother
didn't undeceiye him. She put the
money away in box with other things
that marked memorable events in the
boys life, and she said, IN never
part with that unless I have to-
Which, perhaps, was not the best use
to make of it, but it showed how much
the little envelope meant to her..
The other mother cried, too, but 1t
was because a hard queer feeling
seemed to squeeze her heart, and
send angry words to her lips. She
wanted to tell her boy of the love
and money she had spent on him, of
the sacrifices she had made, and of
the hopes she cherished of one day
being able to depend on his young
strength. And this was the beginning.
There were. so many things he wanted
for himself! Mother couldn't expect
anything! Very grudgingly he as
sented to a compromise certain
sum for board every week, the rest
for himself. The mother dried her
tears, and kept back the angry words,
but as she added the board money to
the family purse she said something
that possibly only mothers can under
stand. She said, Il have lost my boy
and got a boarder.'
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why don't you teach your bird bet
ter manners?'' inquired Lena, turning
to the old man, hut he only laughed
and looked at the Parrot, and the
Parrot looked at him, and then went
off into regular fit Of laughing that
made Lena feel quite furious.
Il wish a cat would come along!"
she said quite spitefully
Really" observed the Parrot; 81
wonder why?"
But Lena was not going to explain.
II have quite enough to make me
look miserable" went on Lena. 'You
would be miserable and feel unhappy
if nobody loved you"
Nobody is likely to love you if you
go about with a sulky face" returned
the Parrot, neatly combing out its
wing-feathers one by one with it's
curved beak. Take my advice and
look pleasantly at people,"
and l should like to know why I
should look pleasantly at people,
asked Lena scornfully; people don't
look pleasantly at me-
THAT is because they just reflect
your ill-tempered expression like so
many looking glasses" said the Par
rot, nodding it's head sagely, and re-
garding her with sharp black eyes.
TRY looking amiable."
anything else?" asked Lena, wish
ing to be what grown-ups call 'sarcas-
tic" but the Parrot didn't mind in
the very least.
Resides, you know" went on that
sage bird, ''you'll-er-eXcuse me-but
you have no observation-disclosures
downright ugly you look when you
are in bad temper!"
ooh! you are rude bird! The very
rudest bird I've ever Scent" cried
Lena.
mo; I'm only a remarkable truth
full one," replied the Parrot composed
ly; "but-poor thing-you have no
father or mother or sister to care for
you! No comfortable home, no nice
meals, no warm bed, no tidy clothes,
no holidays, no"
you are not a truthful bird at ALL; -
interrupted Lena in great Indignation;
you know nothing whatever about me
Why, | have every one of those very
things that you say 1 haven't got!'
Dear mel" said the Parrot; ''what
a lot Of blessings you have to make
yourself miserable about"
And somehow Lena couldn't find
| anything to say.
Then the old man picked up the box
and the finished baskets; and as they
| went away, the Parrot, sitting on the
old mans shoulder, looked back and
cried:
you had better take my advice"
And, on thinking matters carefully
over, Lena came to the conclusion
| that she would.
Felix Noel in the UniUerSe.
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DO ALL THAT YOU CAN.

Il cannot do much" said little star,
ITO make this dark world bright;
My silvery beams cannot pierce far
Into the gloom of night;
Yet / am a part of Gods great plan,
And so l will do the best that | can. y
what can be the use," said a f1eecy
cloud,
"Of these few drops that I hold?
They will hardly bend the lily proud,
If caught in her chaiice of gold;
But I, too, am part of Gods great plan,
So my treasures I'll give as well as
can"
A child went merrily forth to play,
But thought, like a silver thread.
Kept winding in and out all day,
Through the happy, golden head
Mother said: Darling, do all that
you can,
For you are a part of Gods great
PLAN"
She knew no more than the tWinkllng
star,
Or the cloud with its rain-cup full.
How, why, or for. what all strange
things are
She was only child at school,
But she thought Tits a part of Gods
great plan,
That even l should do all that can. .
So she helped another child along
When the way wasTough to his feet
And she sang from her heart a little
song
That we all thought wondrous
sweet; .st
And her father-a weary, toil-worn
man
Said, 81, too, will do the best that
can" -F
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-01-09
THE CHILDREN'S HOUR.
WHAT THE PARROT SAID.

This story is about a girl, but it
will do boys quite as much good to
read it. The Parrots remarks would
apply quite correctly to one or two
boys l know.
Minna and Lena were twins, but
you would scarcely have thought them
even sisters-they were so little alike.
Minna had bright, happy expression;
but Lena's face, though it was the
prettier of the two really, always had
disconnected scowl upon it, which
made nobody want to look at her a
second time.
"Why are you looking so miserable
Lena?" asked her governess, coming
into the school room one holiday, and
finding her sitting by herself with her
elbows on the table, and looking very
dismal
Because nobody loves me" answer.
ed Lena gloomily: everybody likes
Minna and wants to play with her.
but nobody cares for me-"
Nonsense" said her governess
briskly; put on your hat and go out
into the fresh air. l do not wish you
20 stay indoors
So, very sulkily Lena was obliged
to obey, and went out into the big
garden where the other girls were
playing.
Come and have swing" called
Minna.
do come and play at being rob.
bers; we have such a good cave in
the shrubbery," cried another. But
Lena pretended not to hear, and went
gloomily out into the meadow beyond
the garden.
An old man sat there under a tree
making baskets. He had large black
box beside him, and a grey Parrot
sat perched on the lid and cooked
it's head on one side, looking inQuisi
lively at Lena as the little girl drew
near.
She stood for a minute looking al
them, when suddenly the Parrot said
sharply:
Dear; dear! What a black cloud
between me and the sunshine
What does it mean?" asked Lena
forgetting her sulks in her surprise.
ASK the Parrot answered the old
man, going on with his work
What do you mean?" asked Lena
then, looking at the Parrot.
Something sulky and ill-tempered
has just come along" answered thai
wise bird; "and it gave me a colo
shiver all down my back to the very
topmost tip of my longest tail-feather.
81 suppose you mean ME-" ex
claimed Lena angrily, with very rec
face.
your supposition is absolutely cor
rect; / do" replied the Parrot will
much politeness.
Then you are a very rude bird!'
said Lena Indignantly.
'.Ha! ha! ha! What an exce1len
| joke!" laughed the Parrot.
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CONTINUED from Page 81
THE ONLY ANSWER.
he had been addressing his own 81

he had been addressing his own sis
ter.
"No better Can't yotl see for your
self? 1t will be long time before
he's fit to go back to the factory. If
l could get work I'd send him to the
Charity hospital and put the children
in the day nursery each morning,
take care of him myself, and he'd miss
the children terribly. But what are
we going to do? The doctor and drug
gist have taken all we had saved, and
we owe for rent and there's almost
no coal left"
"Well send you coal tomorrow"
Mr.. Orthwein promised. "The society
told me to tell you So"
Thank God!". she calculated with
a glance at the handful of small Goals
in the bucket by the stove--the last
of their store.
There was a short silence. The
sick man groaned family; the little
girl left his side for seat on Mr..
Orthwein's knee and the baby upset
his blocks, making a horrible. noise.
Soon Mrs. Shea turned to Mr.. Ortiz
vein and said despairingly, in a low
tone, that her husband could not
hear:
I'm at my wits end! don't know
where to turn! I've tried every way
and can't get work. Three or four
different times Mrs. O'Leary stayed
here while l went out to answer adj
vertisements. / walked from place to
place until l was ready. to drop, and
everywhere the result was the same.
They looked at me and thought
wouldn't be fit for much. But could
work, Mr.. Orthwein, il they'd only
give me the chance. I'm thin / know,
and little, but I'd work, work bard.
I'd do any drudgery for money!
The child on the floor, pale, puny
boy, began to whimper piteously, and
as his mother gathered him in her
arms she turned towards George Bur-
ton for the first time, and he saw
that worn though she was, she was
little more than a girl and that her
face would have been fair had her
life been more so.
Mamma, I'm hungry. Give me
something to eat" the baby whined.
AS she soothed him there was a
look of agony in her eyes, and when
he begged again she said-and the
words burned themselves into Mr..
Burtons soul-"Hush, baby dear! ]
have nothing for you.- If give you
the bread we shall have no break
FAST and the tears poureds over her
cheeks.
Then the sick man spoke for the
first time. ''Those fellows from the
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-01-09
THE AGNosTIC.

The ordinary agnostic has got his
facts all wrong. He is a non-believer
for multitude of reasons but they
are untrue reasons. He doubts be-
cause the Middle Ages were barbaric,
but they weren't; because Darwinism
is demonstrated, but it isn't; because
miracles do not happen, but they do;
because the monks were lazy, but
they were very Industrious; because
nuns are unhappy, but they are par
ticularly cheerful; because Christian
art was sad and pale, but it was
picked out in peculiarly bright colors,
gay with gold; because modern
science is moving away from the SUI
pernatural, but it isn't-it is moving
towards the supernatural with the
rapidity of a railway train
Gilbert X. ChesteTion.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-01-09
cATEcHIsM OF THE CLOCK.

Her catechism on her knee,
Her lovely face in study bowed
A little maiden sat by me,
And conned her task aloud.
Upon the wall above her head,
The clock was ticking in the sun ;
How many Gods are there?" she said,
And straight the clock struck One.
FHow many natures in our Lord?"
Again she asked, Pray tell me true,
How many natures in the Word?"
The clock responded, 'Two!"
But in one God," she softly cried,
''How many persons may there be?''
The clock stared quite open-eyed,
And slowly uttered "Three!"
''Well answered." laughed the little
maid,
But now the cardinal virtues DER
I pray you count me-" Half afraid,
The timid clock struck Four.
Dear me! how very clear it sounds
But tell me now with love alive),
How many are our Lords chief
wounds"
The grieving clock struck Five.
The maiden sighed upon her perch,
And meekly kissed her crucifiX;
pray, name the precepts of the
Church.
She said. The clock struck Six.
How many sacramento, now tell?
The clock appraised one hand to
heaven;
With gladness in it's silvery bell,
1t sweetly answered, Seven"
upon my word, your funny moods,
She said, "astound me. Will you
state
The number of beatitudes;"
The ready clock struck Eight.
and now the choirs of Angels bright
l fain would number at sign;"
The clock amid a blaze of light,
Triumphant, answered, Nine"
well! 1 declare, tbs very odd
You queer old clock, I'll try again.
The great commandments of our God
Pray tell" the clock chimed, TEN
"The number of Apostles, name
When Christ assembled into Heaven
With thoughts of Judas, full of shame
The clock gasped out, Eleven"
"And now, at last, the Holy Ghost
How many are its fruits, pray?'
The great clock gave Twelve rapid
strokes,
And struck no more that day.
Eleanor c. DonneHD.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-01-09
TWO BOYS AND THEIR FIRST PAY.

There's my first weeks pay,
mother said recent graduate, as
he put his envelope in his mothers
hand. Buy yourself silk dress
This is my first money, mother"
said another graduate, You'll let me
keep it, won't you? There's so many
things want to get for myself"
And how do you suppose these
mothers answered? The first began to
cry, because she was so glad that her
boy had thought of her. He had
promised her that silk dress on every
occasion when he felt particularly
grateful to her, and at last the prom
Use was fulfilled. He didn't know that
81 in the envelope couldn't buy such
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-01-09
A BOYS PASSPORT.

The Germans have a proverb
We'd do well to understand.
TITS this, You can go anywhere,
If your hat is in your hand"
i ~
Nothing, perhaps, is truer,
And the saying isn't trite,
A boy is welcome everywhere,
Providing he's polite.
AS we'll within our country,
AS in lands beyond the sea,
Politeness is his passport
To good society.
SO don't forget the proverb, boys,
Twill stand you we'll in hand;
All doors will swing wide open,
If your hat is in your hand.
Selected.
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A STORY OF A SIMPLE SOUL.

She was, writes Kit" in the Toron-
ant woman by name of Betty Far
ragher-a deeply religious Catholic
woman of faith so childlike, so
simple, so ingenuous-if / may use the
word-that she seemed to be one of
the children of which Our Saviour
said, for theirs is the Kingdom of
Heaven" He must have meant many
an old child, too. No matter what
griefs, or sadness, or loneliness came
into this poor life, Betty believed
calmly that was all for her good, and
perfectly right because cit came from
the Hands of Himself"-which was
her intimate Celtic way of 'imaging'
Christ. She was what might be
termed ''neighborly" with Him. He
lived in her daily life, shared her sor-
rows, and her little, little joys-the
ounce of tobacco the children would
bring her from the village; the scarlet
head shawl at Christmas; the
packet of snuff. Every night she sat
on the top steps of the loft stairs and
said her beads" while the children
played about her. She was only an
old peasant, she had worked in the
fields when she was young, and in the
halls and kitchens when she was old.
Her hands were Scared, her back
bent, her old eyes dim with the tears
and the years of life. But in her
breast beat the heart of child-and
her soul was golden with Faith and
Hope and Charity. All her religion
was the Trinity, the Passion, and the
Death of the Saviour, the Blessed
Virgin and Holy Mother of God, the
angels-the saints. They would take
care of her. She belonged to faith
that many condemn and others dis
approve of, but it was her faith, and
she adhered to it humbly and lovingly.
She never missed Mass in eighty
years, and she died thanking and
praising God for His favors and mer-
cies and kindnesses to her. She
never thought of her griefs, of her sor-
rows. They had been all, long ago,
laid at the foot of the Cross.
For the simple faith of Betty Far
ragher I would give all the years of
my life-all the happy, happy hours,
all the riches of this world-if I pos
sessed them.
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secret charms of which it is so full,
that in spite of her profound humility
she gave her consent to the Incarna-
ton of the word. 1t is by this COM
pliment also that you will gain her
heart, if you say it as you ought. The
saints tell us that it is this prayer
which made the dry and barren earth
bring forth the Fruit of Life, and it is
this prayer well said which makes the
word of God terminate in our souls,
and bring forth Jesus Christ, the Fruit
of Life. The Hail Mary is the heaven.
ly dew which fertilizes the soul; it
is the canticle of the New Testament;
it is the glory of the Most Holy
Trinity.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-01-09
THE CHURCH AND HER CRITICS.

She is not political enough for Cal
phas, but she is too political for Pr
late; she is not sensational enough for
Herod; she is too sensational for the
Pharisees. She is too ugly for the
Greeks; she is too beautiful for the
Puritans. She is too dogmatic for the
modern religious mystics; she is too
mystical for the modern scientific
dogmatists. She has either over-em-
phasized or under-emphasized every
element of truth which the world
acknowledges her to possess. She is
too ascetic in her teaching of cell
bacy; she is too imprudent and I'M
philosophical in her teaching on the
married life; she is too leisurely and
contemplative for the philanthropists;
she is too active and Jealous for the
spiritually-minded She is too ration
alistic and precise in her theology
for the sentimental; she is too senti-
mental for the rationalists. She is
too hard on the heretics; she is too
easy towards the sinners
-MoRSi0nor Benson.
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The world will strip your failings,
And hide the good you do,
And with it's sharpest thorns
The ways you walk bestrew;
You'll toll for men-they'll curse you;
Twas thus, and thus it's yet,
And thus twill be forever -
But God does not forget.
The hours of silent grieving,
For some one loved and lost,
The hours of self-denial,
'Twere hard to count their cost;
The falling soul uplifted
The sorrows bravely met
All are on earth forgotten,
But God does not forget
His eye is ever seeking
The wee things done for Him;
And that shall light the shadows
Where death waits, storm and
grim.
So lift your burden gladly,
Nor falter, fear nor fret;
For heaven is in the distance,
And God does not forget
Brian O'Hi00ins in Ape Maria.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-01-09
THE MYSTIC SEVEN.

On the seventh day God ended His
work.
On the seventh month Noah's Ark
touched the ground.
In seven days a dove was sent.
Abraham pleaded seven times for
Sodom.
Jacob mourned seven days for
Joseph.
Jacob pursued a seven days jour-
ney to Laban.
A plenty of seven years, and a
famine of seven years were foretold
in Pharaoh's dream of seven. fat and
seven lean beasts, and seven ears
of full and seven ears of blasted
corn.
On the seventh day of the seventh
month the children Of Israel tasted
seven days, and remained seven days
in their tents.
Each seventh day the law was read
to the people.
Solomon was seven years in build
ing the temple.
In the tabernacle there were seven
lamps.
Naaman washed seven times in the
River Jordan.
There are seven sacramentS.
There are seven capital sins.
Our Saviour spoke seven times from
the cross, and after His resurrection
He appeared seven times.
In the Apocalypse we read of
seven churches, seven candlesticks,
seven stars, seven trumpets, seven
pledges, seven thunders, seven yir-
gins, seven angels and Il seven
headed monster.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1915-01-09
RULES FOR A BOY.

1t is mean to allow another boy to
be blamed for your faults.
1t is mean to take advantage of a
fellow who does not know about
things as we'll as you do.
1t is very mean to take anything
that is not yours, even if it is only
stamp or pencil or button.
Keep honest and always quite
straight in little things.
Always speak the truth.
Keep your mind and your thoughts
pure and clean.
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Let us never voluntarily dwell upon
the faults of others when they present
themselves to our minds; instead Of
dwelling on them let us at once con-
slider what there is of good in these
persons No one should think
or say anything of another which he
would not wish thought or. said Of
himself -Et. Teresa.
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THE POWER AND GLORY OF THE
HAIL MARY.

The Hail Mary is the most beautiful
of all prayers after the Our Father.
1t is the most perfect compliment
which the Most High sent her by an
archangel in order to gain her heart;
and it was so powerful over her by the
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Her catechism on her knee,
Her lovely face in study bowed
A little maiden sat by me,
And conned her task aloud.
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GOD DOES NOT FORGET.

Gilbert X. CheSterioI
The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1915-03-18
LADIES! OARKEN
YOUR GRAY HAIR
USE GRANDMAs SAGE TEA AND
SULPHUR RECIPE, AND NO.
BODY WILL KNOW.

The use If Sage and sulphur Cor re-
storing faded gray hair TO its natural
color dates hack to grandmother
time. She used 1t TO keep her hair
beautifully dark. glossy and abundant,
Whenever her hair fell out or took
on that duh. faded or streaked appear
ance, this simple mixture was ap-
piled with We nderful effect.
But brewing at home Is mussy and
out of date. Nowadays, by asking AT
any drug store for a 5o-cent bottl. or
'Wyeth's Sage and sulphur Hair
Remedy" You will get this famous old
recipe which can be depended upon
TO restore natural color and beauty
10 the hair and is splendid for dand-
ruff. dry. severish. itchy scalp and
falling hair.
A well-known downtown druggist
says 1t dart1ens the hair so naturally
and evenly that nobody can tell II has
been applied You simply dampen a
sponge SET brush with IL and draw
this through your hair taking ore
strand at a time. BY morning the gray
hair disappears and after another APP
plication or two. ii becomes beautiful
ly dark. glossy, soft and abundant
ADV.
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ties devolving upon me ~ member
OF tho Police Board. Let the probe
start. ] am losing no sleep, nor do
I expect to lose any over the mnt-
ter, which to me seems TT be trivial"
GOode Says Nothing.
Mr.. Goode was not inclined to be
interviewed. He was inclined to regret
publication of his name in connection
with the affair. and said: II have no
fears as TO the result of an investiga-
ton of my official career l invite any
one to take up my public record. L
have devoted several years of my
time to the services of Ule city cheer
fully and willingly. and regret that
my name should be used in connection
with this suggested investigation"
Mr.. Mccarthy had not returned
from Newport News. 1t was said he
would stop over in Norfolk for the
night.
Mayor Ainslie had nothing to say
concerning the matter yesterday. he
had heard nothing further from the
Vice. Commission, and the matter so
far as he is concerned is, for the
present. resting.
The Vice Commissions report was
the topic of conversation throughout
the city yesterday. Nothing in recent
years--not since the investigation of
the old Grounds and Buildings COM
mittee. some years ago, and the probe
into the election frauds later-tlas
created the interest that this proposed
investigation has stirred up.