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The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-06-09
PYTHlAN SISTERS
NAME NEW OFFICERS

EATON. O.. June 9.-The following
officers have been elected by Dorcas
Temple, Pythian Sisters: Most ex-
ceIIent chief, Miss Susie Campbell;
most excellent senior. Mrs Ella Kay
-lor; most excellent junior, Mrs. Lou
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-06-09
HOLD UP PARSONAGE

Nothing more can be done towards
the building of the proposed parson-
age Of the East Main Street Friends
church until the Yearly Meeting next
fall. Rev. Milo S. Hinckle said today.
The monthly meeting has done all
within its power towards securing the
erection of the parsonage on Fifteenth
street.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-06-09
HEARS CHURCH REPORT.

Time at the regular monthly meet
ing of the East Main Street Friends
church last night was taken up with
the reports of committee chairmen
and officers.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-06-09

The increased cost of blasting pow
der. due to the war, is becoming
problem in the mining industry.
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from Stone fo @6 6 !!,a
from 3Dompett to 3pbtla6flptia

The Art of Advertising is as old as
the world. Evidence of this has
come down to- us in the relics
of long-vanished civilizations. We
know how advertising was demon
strated in the days of Pompeii.
Those Copymen of 1000 years ago
were masters in their way, but great
as was their skill, advertising was
denied the dignity of the Sheepskin.
This symbol of academic apprecia-
ton was never conferred upon the
craft.
Today, however Advertising has
come into its own. 1t is recog-
nized as something greater than any
Art or Science:@becauseit colors the
whole fabric of life more intimately.
It is a worldwide power for good
in spreading the gifts and benefits
of civilization among all the peoples
of the earth.
Its battles are legion. Its successes
colossal. Advertising creates; civ
ilization clarifies, estimates, applies.
Advertising is the friend of every
man, rich or poor; maker of things,
or user of what others have made.
Advertising has won its place be-
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-06-09

European psychologists think they
have discovered the bacillus of whoop
ing cough.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-06-09

ing agriculture in the colleges of the
United States.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-06-09

IF I make this I'll buy you neR
3ress.'
Thank heaven, I don't have to de-.
The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-06-09

cause OF its enormous potency as a
factor in the business life of the
world. 1t disseminates knowledge;
binds far countries together. 1t is
a force for raising the standard of
living, and making what were once
only the luxuries of the rich the
necessities of the poor.
And now the great University Of
Pennsylvania "a famous seat of
learning-has conferred the Sheep
skin on Advertising. When next
June arrives the advertising frater.
nifty of the world will gather within
its doors at Philadelphia. = They
will number 10000 and more stu
dents of life-life that embraces all
the science, economies, culture and
art of the ages-1O,O00 wideawake,
vigorous, hustling, practical men of
business. -
The course will be short, but its
benefits ofinestimable value. Sparks
will be struck from the contact of
keen minds that will kindle new
fires of optimism, of courage, of
understanding amongst men.
Come to Philadelphia, June 18th to
3Oth.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1916-09-23
THE GOSSIP.

There are always two sides to a
controversy. To hear one side and
to shut ones ears to the other is to
do an injustice. This applies not only
to serious matters, but to what is
commonly called gossip. The gossip
is too well known to need any descrip-
ton. All should strive to stamp out
this malicious practice. The Kansas
City Star writes:
1T is related Of Hannah Moore,
the English poet, that when gos-
sip undertook to tell her some
scandal she would take the gossip
by the sleeve and say: Let us go
at once to this person and see if
this story is true and she actually
insisted in taking the gossip before
the one she was talking about. The
result was that all the gossips of
that village we're afraid to tell Han
nah Moore any scandal"
Hannah Moore was not only a poet
but she was a Christian woman.
There would be less scandal given
and fewer hearts wounded, and the
world would be the better for it, if
every man and woman adopted. the
methods she employed.
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That's too bad," said Dorothy
What fun you miss! Now, If you
will just tell us when your next birth
day comes, we'll plan real party for
YOU"
Uncle Hiram did not laugh this time
but looked down hard at the bright
eyes raised to his.
Il can think of something better
than that" he said at last. do you
know Aunt Lizzie Wheeler, who lives
almost out to the North Road school
house, with only a housekeeper for
company? Well, she will be eighty
years old next Monday. She has been
too lame for years to get out of the
house. If you want to make an old
person happy with birthday party,
just take her up some flowers or a
cake, or any little thing, to show her
that some one remembers and cares"
Wen do it," cried Dorothy. "And
| know that Bessie Fuller and her
brother Joe, and Madge Bowman and
Ted Rust, and lot of the others will
go with u.s.
Then she and Dick hurried home,
so full of the idea of birthday sur
prise for Aunt Lizzie Wheeler that
they almost forgot the morrow's party
for little Billy.
That was how it began. Dick and
Dorothy and dozen of their young
| friends promptly formed a sort OF
birthday club, and their parents have
gladly helped them in their plans
Uncle Hiram seems to know, or to
have ways of finding out, every time
any old person or sick person in the
village is going to have birthday
and no one can measure the happiness
of the bright days that the birthday
club has brought into the lives of such
persons in the past three years. That
is how Bolton came to be known as
birthday town"
--Iruine PGl1rep, In the Youths Companion.
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in the loose, shapeless "clumpen"
task until they filed only half their
places; the mouth had learned all the
formula and was working with every
detail. Sometimes it opened and
showed two broken lines of baby
teeth. Sometimes the tongue was seen
working along between the lips and
nearly bitten in it's anxiety to get out
and help those round edges to meet
more perfectly. The very flesh had
joined the spirit, and both were con-
centrated on those strangely ennobled
and consecrated little hands.
And so, Teodosia spent days of in
tense, silent devotion, like that of the
fakir, who seeks in the isolation of
spirit from all things of sense, but one
thing: a devotion to something you
could not understand, or know whether
it was work or play or whether any
body cared whether you did it or not.
And then at last the silence and
single concentration of purpose were
broken. AS Teodosia lay one night in
her little cot of the one-room home in
the high house, big, burning question
thoughts kept her eyes wide open.
Where had the pasted pieces of these
months of days gone? Every morning
her little pieces we're new. Where in
the wide world were the things of her
hands? The old promise of God to
the human race was in her blood,
Thou shalt eat the works of thy
hands," and the truth was all I'M
consciously working in her infant
mind that what we put self-suppres-
sion, self-consecration, anXiety,-any
form of self-death into, must have a
resurrection. But Teodosia was too
little to insist on any form of justice,
and so her big, inconsequent wonder,
where in the world"-put her to
sleep.
The spring rain, which, i'll the coun-
try, is Gods new blessing to increase
and multiply" came early, this morn.
ing, into the factory district of the
city, wetting the wretchedness and
human misery of the cutters and door
steps and changing the blessing to a
curse. Teodosia awoke to find it's wet
touch on her face. 1t came through
the broken pane of the low window
near the child's bed, and Teodosia
looked out beyond it at the high dec
Grated roof of the city. In the dis
lance and raised above all were the
church-spires separated from the
world below by the rain-clouds that
lay across their breasts and the great
streams of smoke that draped them
selves around them and chung to them
They were so dim and evanescent in
their wells that only gradually did Their
steady lines come into Teodosia's
vision, and then as she watched, they
vanished again. Only one, high above
the climbing smoke and clear through
the shifting rain-mists, as if bright
with it's own life, lifted it's COLDER
cross. Teodosia felt the joy of find
ing a hidden treasure" not treas
ure of the pregnant symbolism o.
hidden labor and death, and opeI
resurrection which shone there, bu
the plainly visible fact. THAT is my
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1916-09-23
FOR THOSE WHO FAIL.

"All honor to him who shall win the
prize"
The world has cried for thousand
years,
But to him who tries, and who fails
and dies,
1 give great honor and glory and
tears.
Give glory and honor and pitiful tears
To all who fail in their deeds sub
lime,
Their ghosts are many in the van OF
years,
They were born with time in ad'
vance of time.
Oh, great is the hero who wins a name
But greater many and many time
Some pale-faced fellow who dies in
shame,
And let's God finish the thought sub
lime.
And great is the man with sword un
drawn
And good is the man who refrains
from wine;
But the man who fails and yet still
fights on,
Lo! he is the twin-born brother o.
mine.
W1 Joaquin Miller.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1916-09-23
AN oLD-FASHIoNED FATHER.

IN his booklet, "The Christian Fa-
ther," Bishop Egger of st. Gall relates
the following: while l was a stu
dent, l once spent my vacation with a
good Catholic family in the western
part of Switzerland. We we're just at
dinner when the door opened and the
eldest son entered. He had been at
college in southern Germany and
joyfully returned home for his vaca-
ton. l noticed that the fathers
countenance suddenly wore frown,
and before his son had closed the door
behind him, he called out, Where
have you been to Mass today? The
young man stammered an excuse say
ing, The stagecoach Git was previous
to the time of railroads) left B. this
morning at o'clock, and consequent
ly could not get chance to go to
Mass BEFORE
"The father refused to shake hands,
treated him as a stranger and had
him waited on at table like a guest at
hotel. Next day it required the
mothers mediation before the father
would recognize the young man as his
son, and before he would again speak
to him and treat. him as one belong
ing to his family. In all my expert
ences," remarks the Bishop, Il re-
member but few incidents that i'm.
pressed me more forcibly than did this
lesson given on the duty to assist at
Mass on Sunday"
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notice that the bare bricks of the walls
lacked the marble coverings that be-
fitted them, that the massive pillars,
lined up like Lombardy poplars, were
waiting for their towering marble
capitals, that the chapels were still
expecting the mysteriousness and rich
beauty of precious carved stone and
gold,-that all was unfinished exce.h
in the most complete perfection Of
finished suggestiveness and super
abundance of symbolic harmony. Teo-
dosia was absorbed in the freedom
and immensely and holy atmosphere,
alone. And then she saw that all
about her a multitude of children were
filling the pews and that dark.robed
Sisters were with the boys and girls,
and they all stood facing the altar and
the crucifix and sang. Their voices
seemed to have the strength of wings
and to fly and mingle with the yellow
sunshine of the heaven-high dome.
And Teodosia, with her eyes fixed on
the crucifiX, sang,-but her hymn was
only, This is my Kirchen, and it is
as big as God!'
And then there was a sort of busy
silence. Somebody was saying some
thing everywhere, and Maria also was
| going to speak. But first she topped
the bright-haired sleeping baby quite
suddenly into Teodosia's lap. And
Teodosia wrapped her arms around
the soft, heavy burden and sang her
| hymn to the Crucified and was SUI
| premely content. But the content was
not satisfied to remain inactive but
grew into a very vital self-awareness,
and Teodosia felt conscious, as a king
who has gradually acquired vast do
minions feels a necessity compelling
him to count his square miles and
weigh his new-found gold. And the
happy child found, after long, loving
look into her life's capacity, that it
possessed a three-fold blessing,-a
wondrous doing something all day
long, this alteration of God in temple
big like Himself, and this human bit of
love and trust resting against her
heart
And then the reward of her life
| CdluS. uG 0ASCpluS UdDy oIhlCu duu
flung little, slippered foot out of
the big ruffle. And that was just what
Teodosia wanted to see. She held the
tiny form, clothed in a shoe that
seemed of no human workmanship but
fairy-wrought. She looked again low
ingly, and her keen eyes found some
thing this time that revealed to her
wondering gaze the daily work of her
hands and heart and whole being. All
her doing, then, had been for this
and God had called her to His own
house to teach her the mystery and
the fulfillment of her days of devotion.
She had wondered, where in the wide
world were the things her hands fash
ioned?" and God had said, Come to
me, and will show you"
A great flame of joy in her work
which had gone forth so triumphantly
into the world, started its glow in her
heart never to be eXtinguished. For
in the tiny heel of the baby's shoe, she
saw her two little pasted pieces OF
leather and paper.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1916-09-23
THE CHILDREN'S HOUR,
A BIRTHDAY TOWN.

One day, about three years ago, Dick
and Dorothy paused at the railway
crossing while on their way home
from downstreet. Old Uncle Hiram,
the gateman, whom everyone in Bel
ton knew and loved, was sitting at the
door of his little house as they came
along.
MY" said Uncle Hiram, what big
parcels for little folks to be carry.
ing!"
"Well, you see," Dick explained,
I'VE have been shopping for the birth.
day party"
What birthday party?' asked
Uncle Hiram, as he looked up and
down the track.
"The baby's," spoke up Dorothy
Our little Billy, you know He's
three tomorrow, and we're going to
give him the finest birthday party
that ever was"
YES" said Dick, 1--WE have a lot
of toys, and there's going to be big
frosted cake with three candles
Think of that, now" cried Uncle
Hiram slapping his knee. ct makes
me wish could have birthday party
myself.
why can't you have one" asked
Dorothy. Everyone in town would
love to come, l know"
"Yes," added Dick, "of course every.
one would. Don't old folks-I mean
don't grown-up folks have birthdays
"Oh, yes, we old folks have lots OF
birthdays" chuckled Uncle Hiram
1--WE have them much more often than
You young folks. too: hut somehow
we get out of the habit OF having
Darties.''
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kirchen," she whispered in great sur
prise, why does not the mother take
me there? She does not know the
way? will find it. Maria shall show
me-"
And that same day, Mary Murphy
was very glad and proud to tell her
that that was her church, too, that
every Sunday she went there to Sun
day School, and that the next time,
Teodosia should go with her and learn
about God and the Blessed Virgin.
Teodosia knew about God and His
Holy Mother and His angels and
saints, but the great joyful light in her
face came with the knowledge that
they were in this new country, too.
She would tell her mother and they
would go to the ''kirchen."
The next Sunday, true to her prom
Use, Mary came for the little stranger,
and they started out Mary carried
her baby sister in her strong, plump
arms. 1t was her duty to mind the
baby every Sunday when the day.
nursery was closed, and so she cared
for the little one and her own soul at
the same time. Teodosia had never
seen anything so beautiful as Mary's
baby sister with her golden curls and
eyes like bits of summer sky and
| fair white and rose of face and hands.
There were white ruffles where the
| tiny, pink hands came out of the
sleeves, and a big ruffle at the edge
of her long dress completely hid the
baby feet. ooh, let me carry her a
little while, Maria!" Teodosia pleaded
But Mary felt the full weight of the
solid little form and also of he1
responsibility and promised that
when they we're seated in the Sunday
school, Teodosia should hold the baby
And Teodosia was satisfied with that
and so happy that she forgot her work
| for the first time. That ceaseless some
| thing that was neither work nor play
she had thought of as filling the whole
/ demand of her life. Dressing in the
morning and undressing at night didn't
count, nor the piece of bread fol
breakfast nor that of supper with its
OIL OF mix.
But now Teodosia was going tt
church, and long way it was for al
it's cross seemed so near from hel
high window. And every sign along
the street that could be of use, wher
she should find her way there will
her mother, was carefully noted, 81
that her little head was quite full o
queer buildings, lurid posters, frequen
corners for turning-places, and biz
tree or two. But at last they stooC
before something so awful and 81
white, SO strong and high that Teo
dosia felt that her very body wa'
being borne upwards in the might.
spiritual flight of this vast enduring
work of stone, up to the golden cross
And when they had entered the fiigh
was finished for Teodosia, body ant
soul, and she was in Paradise! O.
perhaps she was in her old home il
the Austrian mountain-lands, for TIL
wild, indomitable smile of the oil
patriot illumined her face, as the darl
eyes reached out to the immense dis
tances on every side. She did no
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tated on the five and ten cent coun-
tiers?
Is her face rouged and powdered
with the freedom of the brazen demi-
monde?
Is she dining, drinking and dancing
with the giddy midnight throng in an
atmosphere of excitement?
Is she joy-riding on Sundays and
neglecting the church of her father
and mother?
Is the pursuit of pleasure, frivOlity
and fashion the consuming passion OF
her heart?
Is she going the pace in restless
desire to shine in the blazing light OF
the cabaret and to be shown as one
of the fast set?
Is she walking the primrose path Of
dalliance with no thought of the jour
ney's dreadful end?
Are her companions lifting her VI
or dragging her down?
Is she seeking the love of one true
man or basking in the sunshine o.
many without manhood?
Is modesty a mockery, the prayer
book and Bible relics of the past, ant
mothers advice the played-out whin
of the antiquated?
Is she no longer comfort to those
at home, the confiding delight of he
mother and the pride of the famil!
circle2
If this is your daughter, are you
proud of her? Look at her latest photo
graph. Then take down the picture o
her mother or grandmother
Which do you like the better? AnC
which do the men of real wortl
prefer?
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YOUR GIRL.

Leslie's Magazine can ask some per-
tinent questions when it wants to.
Here are few addressed to mothers.
Catholic parents might make a good
meditation on these queries:
Is she following the fashions set by
the undressed chorus girls of the
stage?
Is she bedecked in fimsy garments
meant to display the contour of a
shapely figure?
Is her walking dress cut so low that
one would think she was on the way
to the opera and so high that the color
of her stockings is discernible?
Are her fingers, neck and arms COW
cred with gaudy jewels, eheaply imi-
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The poems which have fingered in
the ear of generations have been clear
cut crystals, flashing here and there
with varied brightness-ideas set in
gold of cunning workmanship,-H. ".
Bell0toS.
The Arvada enterprise., 1916-04-20

Tut. tut. Earl" protested Rhinelan.
der. That's no way to talk"
We will fight" echoed Capelle,
equally wrought up. "Seagrue is right.
II we are to be treated in this way
well parallel your tracks!"
Rhinelander, Holmes and their as
sociates tried in vain to pacify the
two; their efforts were useless
Hard words passed and more threats
were uttered; the meeting broke up in
disorder
Seagrue and Capelle retired to an
adjoining room. Helen passed before
them down the hall. Capelle glanced
at her and looked toward Seagrue. His
face stretched into one of his hollow
grins.
bad business for you, Seagrue," he
said to his companion. III you can't
unload your Colorado and Coast hold
ings, this thing will put you pretty
near out of the game"
Unload" snorted Seagrue, wrath.
fully. when that cutoff is announced
Colorado stock won't sell for waste
paper"
Helen repassed the hall. Capelle
nodded toward her There's your best
bet, Scagrue. Holmes would give his
son-inlaw anything"
Seagrue looked glum. He limited he
had already tried that out, and fruit
lessly, but spur. ed by his friends sug-
gestion. he determined on further eff
fort. After luncheon he attempted to
renew his addresses.
But there seemed about the self.
willed girl certain barrier of indie.
pendence, which, try as he would, he
could never penetrate. What's the
matter, Helen?" he demanded at last.
You seem to take everything | say
as a joke"
She depressed little bubble of
laughter. That's the spirit it's meant
in, isn't it?"
He was too irritated to be patient.
rious again; again she lightly evaded
his advances.
Late in the day, when walking past
the doors of the library, he saw
Holmes, finishing conference with
Rhinelandcr, once more roll up an i'm
portant document and place it within
his safe. set inside the library wall.
Seagrue knew too well what ii was
the survey of the cutoff. the building
of which, by Gripping him financially,
was likely to wreck his hopes OF Il
career.
1t was in this sullen mood that Ca
pelle. a few moments later. encoun.
tered him. They had been partners in
more than one INSCRIPTIONS enter
prise and had learned to set value on
audacity. A guarded discussion fol.
lowed. Seagrue moodily rejected one
after another OF the suggestions of
the resourceful Capelle, until one star.
The Arvada enterprise., 1916-04-20

hardly begun to fight when he was
struck down by a black. Jack and the
two thugs. survey In hand. made their
escape. They crossed the lawn. gained
tho shrubbcry close TO the gate. and
In the distance saw the headlight OF
the midnight passenger train. Signal
was not one OF its stops, but the safe
blowers ran hard for the station and
taking n long Chabco for their get.
AWAY they rccklessly but safely board.
cd tho running train ms II slowed
some hat Tor tho bridge
In tho confusion within the house.
hold Helen had lscn released. She
had Historically told her story and M
she and her friends rushed down.
stairs she encountered storm. who had
helped her dnzod father to "A chair.
Ar" you hurt daddy" asked his
daughter anKiously
So he cried. and I've given one
~ them a jolt he'll remember. Iiut
ll"Iou! in his agitation ho laid his
hand heavily on his daughters Bhoul.
der" those damned scoundrcls have
got our survey
Then they shall never got on with
IT, exclaimed Helen with flashing
uyoB. "Wo VIII catch them II II
kills somebody
Sbn gave her ordorn right and left
for caring for her fathor, calling the
police and for making tho purBult.
Tho boarding ~ tho moving pas
sonFor train hy tho two mon had not
escaped Storms eyes, aud Il fow
words with Helen were enough 10 clcnr
things Tho Gyer was gone aud the
burglars with II, but there was
chance yet TO get them, llaHteping
with storm down tho bin. Helen told