davidaulloa/AmericanStories huggingface dataset:
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
COURTESY IN SPEECH.

1t is true that the one time honored
''ma'am' has gone the voyage. Yet
wait-what takes its place? Some
times nothing. Poor modern child!
Little Willie, you see, is taught that
ma am" is decidedly bad form,
don't you know, a mode of address
only to be used by servants, indeed,
and SO his youthship comes out with
an abrupt mo" or a brief YES"
to old ladies and playmates alike.
The really correct thing for Willie to
be taught is that the name or relation
ship of the person addressed must be
given in place of that socially ostra-
cized ma am" He must say, eyes,
mother" or mo, father (if he has
been taught not to use "sir'9, or
"No, Mr.. Smith OF Miss JONES'" as
the case may be. The mentioning of
a persons name when speaking to
him or her is always a pleasant little
mark of courtesy, even from one older
person to another, and is charming
to hear from a childs lips.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
HARD WORK SPELLS SUCCESS

Following ralnDows in the form of
get-rich-quick schemes is the short
cut to failure, Governor Philip, of
Wisconsin, thinks. He holds that for
every plunger who scores a brilliant
success there are thousands of fail
ures among men who bank on the
turn of single card in the business
world. Conservative men are the
great business leaders of the country
Here are a few of the governor
milestones and guideposts on ''the
road to success:
Find out what you want to do and
do it well.
Don't be a plunger--don't chase
rainbows-be conservative.
Don't borrow money unless yor
know how you are going to pay il
back.
There is pay day for everything
in life, and the man who fails to keel
his credit good cannot succeed.
Don't be just legally honest-bt
honest because you like to be square
and clean in your dealings.
''Put pep into your work and b,
game in the face of failure.
There is no royal road to success
success means industry honestly al
Piled"
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
THE CHILDREN'S HOUR.
THE MORALS OF MANNERS.

"Now, Aunt Margaret, it is rainy
afternoon, and I want to have it out
with you about my bad manners as
you call them I've been here just a
week, and you have spoken to me
seven times about my behavior.
Here's the list as nearly as I can re-
member it.
"You told me / mustn't whisper in
church, even aGDut something in the
sermon. That was the first day was
here, and 1t wasn't a very good be-
ginning, was it?"
Monday I talked too loudly on the
street. Wednesday l was scolded for
eating a chocolate bonbon in a street
car, though I was dreadful hungry.
Then I didn't put on my gloves to
go over to Hattie's, and didn't look
up from my book or rise when you
and grandma came into the room.
You objected to my fixing my hair
at the concert last night, and this
morning you criticized my eating my
cream toast with spoon instead of
a fork.
mo. it seems to me, Aunt Marga-
ret, that if i am to put my mind on
all these trifes | shall think about
myself from morning till night, and
presently be the most self-conscious
prig in the world. That would be
worse than these lapses from your
code of manners. Don't you really
think so?"
That was Helen's case, and it was
not such bad one. Her pretty face
looked very grave over it. Let us
try to deal with her trouble as the
wise Aunt Margaret dealt with it.
To think of ones behavior all the
time is little like thinking of ones
clothes or ones eyes or ones clever
ness. But underneath most of these
apparently arbitrary rules lies the
general law that no one should do
anything in public eye to attract at
tention to herself. Loud talking, eat
ing, toilet-making are non-social acts
that is, they ignore the claim of SO
ciety that no one person shall dc
what would be painful and confusing
| if all did it at the same time.
Again, the mark of respect for age
and position has moral reason fol
it's existence. The quick perception
of the fitness of things is the mark
of true breeding.
Whatever the conventional demand
| is-and it is substantially the same
the world overt is based on a sense
of proportion, on an unselfish wish tx
make life easy and pleasant fol
others, and on just feeling of ones
own place in the general order of the
world. Gloves, forks, chairs, voice
gesture are all to serve one end-the
art Of gentle living.
To think about that art-not abou
ones self-for one year or for five
years is time well spent, if one may
| acquire it SO that at the end of the
time it comes as natural as life
Youths Companion.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
TIME CLOCKS AND CONVEX
SATION.

Down the road came swirl of blue
and white and a CLINT of copper-col-
ored hair; blue and white and copper
color flashed up the lane and through
the hedge. Miss Lambert smiled to
herself. 1t was Kathleen, with new
discovery in life Kathleen had many
ways of appearing, all of them her
own, but only the most breathlessly
exciting things of all came through
the hedge.
20 Miss Frances" Kathleen was
on the steps now. miss Frances, you
know that talk of Miss Hilyard's that
told you about about how we could
find out what we really were, pretty
well, if we watched our own talk for
week-the amount of time we spent
on different things dress and gossip
and boys and all that?" Time Clocks
and Conversation, she called it.
Miss Frances nodded. II remember
What kind of a person did you dis
cover yourself to be?'
"Oh, met Kathleen blushed and
then twinkled. "You see, never sue
ceeded in timing myself. get so ter
rifically interested i'm what we are
talking about that | forget all about
lit till the very tip end, whom every
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12

"Who comes" he said, Tin Jesus Name
May share my slender store"
The guest unmasked shapeless face,
Most hideous to see,
And at the saints low table sat,
His honored guest to be.
And Julian gave him bread and meat,
And spoke him kind and fair,
While odor of the dread disease
Hung heavy in the air.
And long the leper tarried there;
His words of thanks were few,
While of the viands he partook,
AS though his hunger grew.
Yet still the saint, in holiness
And patience all divine,
Waited upon his awful guest
And shared his bread and wine.
At last the leper turned to go,
But wheeling quickly, said
Embrace and kiss me in His Name
By Whom you gave me bread.
In sweetness and humility
Was giv'n the last embrace,
But at the kiss a change divine
Came DER the leper's face!
All glorious and radiant
Became the features wan,
And like the stars for loneliness
The brooding eyes now shone.
a heavenly perfume filled the cell,
And strains of sweet accord
Then Julian knew the Leper Guest
Was Christ, his dearest Lord.
Rep. James L. DoLldrd.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
REMEDIES FOR NosERLEED.

Bleeding from the nose is seldom
anything to be alarmed about unless
it comes from blow on the head or
is the result of severe internal
hemorrhage. In most cases it stops
after awhile of it's own accord, but
even then it is extremely annoying
and often most inconvenient and en-
barrassing as we'll. In most cases a
vigorous motion of the jaws, as if in
the act of chewing, will stop the trou-
bic very shortly. A child should have
wad of paper inserted in the mouth
and then chew it hard. 1t is the mo-
ton of the jaws that stops the flow
of blood. With some people it is only
necessary to place a small, hard wad
OF paper under the lower lip and the
flow will stop. With others salt and
water or vinegar and water Snuffed
UP the nostril cures it in few mo-
ments. In very severe cases it is
sometimes necessary to plug the
bleeding nostril with cotton and make
pressure on this by pinching the
nose from the outside or to soak the
hands and feet in water as hot as can
be borne.
When the nosebleed is caused by
blow. in the face iC can be stopped by
holding the head back and breathing
through the nose and expectorating
the blood that falls into the throat.
This is the plan adopted by most
prizefghters to stop such bleeding.
If the bleeding comes from any Sc
we're injury of the head, such as a
fractured skull, the nose should be al
| lowed to bleed until the doctor ar
rives.
An old fashioned remedy for nose
| bleed to which many mothers pin
their faith, is to apply something cold
to the back of the neck. This is often
done by dropping a large key down
the back, but it is much more effica-
cious to use cold compress for this
purpose, such as cloth wrung out of
| very cold water or a bit of ice wrap
ped in a cloth and applied to the neck
just under the hair.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12

one is going. And then it's too late.
But I've been listening to other peo-
pie. I've had first-rate chances at
them-people who come in to see
grandmother, when | have to be polite
and give them tea and things, you
know"
Miss Frances knew. There were not
many things about Kathleen that
Kathleen had not kept her fully posted
about
''Well, you know how tbs. They for
get all about you in a few minutes,
and then you just have to sit. And
/ was being bored to death when /
suddenly thought of Miss Hilyard. So
I began to count. Old Mrs. Meeker
was here, and how do you think she
averaged up?"
Miss Frances, prudently keeping her
eyes upon her knitting, declined to
commit herself.
"Forty-nine minutes that woman
talked gossip" the young voice de-
clared, sheer, clear unadulterated
gossip! Grandmother tried to shift
her to the new library and half doz-
en- other things, but she didn't stay
shifted two minutes. Just think--for.
ty-nine minutes!"
"That isn't what you came to tell
me, Kathleen Miss Frances observed
Nov, how did you know that?'
Kathleen cried IF | could only Just
surprise you once!" She drew a
breath of disappointment, but she was
too eager to tell her discovery to
waste more than breath But you're
right; that wasn't my discovery. Well
Mrs. Meeker had hardly gone when
Miss Allen came in. | always like
Miss Allen, she tells such interesting
things. When she went I glanced al
the clock without thinking and found
that she had been there forty minutes
and everything she talked about was
gossip, too; butt was all so differ
ent! 1t was all lovely things abou+
people. You felt as if the world was
such nice place to live, in. And
then suddenly / made my discovery
Miss Hilyard was only half right after
all; it isn't only what you talk about;
the way you talk counts just as
much!"
Bravo, Kathleen" Miss Frances
responded.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
THE STORY OF TWO LITTLE
RAIN DROPS.

There was farmer who had a
large field of corn; he ploughed and
planted the corn, and narrowed it and
weeded it with great care, and on
this field he depended for the sup
port of his family. But after he had
worked so hard he saw the corn be-
gin to droop and wither for want of
rain; he thought he would lose his
crop. He felt very sad, and went
every day to look at his crop and
see if there was any sign of rain.
One day as he stood looking at
the sky-and almost in despair-two
little raindrops up in the clouds, over
his head, saw him, and one said to
the other: Look at the poor farmer!
I feel very sorry for him; he has
taken such pains with his field Of
corn, and now it is all drying UP for
want Of rain; wish I could do some.
thing to relieve him..
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
HIDING PLACES FOR MONEY.

People who distrust banks hide
their gold in curious places, and many
of these strange hiding places were
revealed as the people brought out
their money to invest it in the British
war loan. One woman hid her saw
ings beneath her mothers tombstone.
In another instance a parcel of bank
notes was found some time ago in a
hole in the belfry OF Ely. Nottingham
castle was also popular place for the
treasure of hoarders. But one of the
most extraordinary methods adopted
was that of a vault keeper in one of
England's large cities. Within the
folds of ancient documents, seldom, if
ever, referred to, was discovered sew.
en- thousand banknotes!
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
THE sULTAN's TREASURE.

OF idle riches probably no greater
amount is to be found in any city
than that lying in safe deposit in Con-
stantinople. In the Green Vaults of
the Porte lies hidden away what is
perhaps the greatest treasure the
world has seen collected for ages and
boarded away from sun and sight,
says the San Francisco Argonaut.
The greed of twenty-eight generations
of sultans, with their heritages, has
made this treasure what it is. No
body knows just how much value is
there, for the treasures are zealously
guarded night and day, and the only
hint as to their value is the rumors
which leak out now and then to the
resident population. The store ap-
pears to consist mainly of jewels, set
and unset, and ornaments of church
or state.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
WORKING FOR MOTHER.

ST wish that I were big and strong
and grown up, like brother Tom, .
said Ned I'D like to work in town,
and come home every Saturday night,
as Tom does, instead of doing chores
and running errands.'
Ned tossed his armful of wood into
the box with an impatient sigh.
His mother smiled.
Come" she said. 81 have a story
to tell you"
"Once upon time" she began,
there was a brave little worker bee,
who lived in big hive. He was
strong and willing, and was ready
to do anything. And what do you
think was the only thing required
of him? He and a dozen other bees
were placed at the door of the hive
and were told to keep their wings in
motion, so as to send steady current
of air into the inner cells of the hive
where the queen was. The little
worker bee was disappointed, for hi
had wished to do some great service
for his queen.
HE could see other workers hurry
ing about and doing such importan
| tasks! Some were making, wax
and building the comb inside the hive
others were providing food for tn
young bees, and still others were feed
ing honey to the queen herself!
DAY by day the little worker grey
more discontinued, until zone day tn
queen sent message to the tireles
workers at the doorway. Tell them
she said, that they are doing me
wonderful service. Without the al
they are sending me l could neVe
live"
when the little worker heard thi
message he took courage and hi
wings whirred as they never whirre
before. He felt at last that he, too
was serving the queen.
| "That was a parable story, WASH
it, mother?" said Ned, as he square
his shoulders. well, you're the nices
queen, / know, and I'm going to b
your best worker
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
ANCIENT RANoUETs.

We hear a great deal about the lux
ury and extravaganza of Cleopatra,
the queen of the Nile, and of the gor-
geous feasts she and Mark Antony
had together, yet these little dinners
and suppers for two cost Cleopatra
only about shillings, with wine and
attendance.
If Cleopatra had lived in these times
she could not possibly get supper at
2 shillings a head, with waiter and
wine included.
In those days large jar of wine
cost only 4 shillings, and this prob
ably lasted a long time. A pigeon was
dear at 21a pence, and a quantity of
vegetables which lasted for months
could be bought for about shillings.
Slaves were easy enough to get,
and their dress was so scanty that
liveries couldn't have been expensive.
Cleopatra once went in for a very
costly drink. She melted priceless
pearl in a glass of wine and presented
it to Mark Antony. But the queen of
Egypt did not go in for such extrav-
agances every night.
Nero, the tyrannical emperor of the
Romans, famed for his extravagant,
luxurious living, who gave twenty-five
course dinners, where the guests re-
clined on ivory and silver couches and
dipped their fingers into finger bowls
which contained costly wines, did not
spend nearly so much on feasting as
many modern millionaires.
Z Ar,or
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12

We do litter up the landscape alb
ominably. 1t is the national habit
that ought to be broken. Cities and
towns should not only have ordinances
forbidding unnecessary litter, but en-
force them. Anywhere you will find
a city spending 100000 or $1,OO0,O 900
to make a beautiful park, and then
tolerating all sorts of needless ugli-
ness.
Any woman will tell you there is
no use in wearing a fine dress along
with a hat that has been fished out
of garbage can; for the dress sim
ly emphasizes the hat. The more we
spend on parks and front yards the
less tolerable junkheaps and refuse
piled alleys become. What cities and
towns are insisting upon reasonable
sightliness?
ansr De-
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
FOR OUR SELECTION.

There is Il wealth of comfort in
the old maxim, ''The world is wide"
This is simply to say that it offers
a limitless field for selection. If one
fact is black, another is bright. If
a friend is false, somewhere true
friends are awaiting your coming. To
sit in a dark corner while bright life
is everywhere about you; to brood
over a sorrow, slight privation,
when a multitude of good and gener-
Gus and hopeful deeds illustrates the
daily life of the world; to rage at
the limitations of your own estate
when you can make your spirit SYM
pathetically master of everything
this is to declare an INDECENT and wal
lowing spirit. 1t is form of volun-
tary servitude to the powers of dark
ness.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12

"Yes," said the other, "but you are
only a little raindrop; what can you
do? You can't even wet one hilloch."
WELL" said the first, 'to be sure
I can't do much, but can cheer the
farmer a little, at any rate, and | am
resolved to do my best. Ill try. I'll
go to the field co show my good will,
if / can do no more, SO here | GO
And down went the raindrop and
came pat on the farmers nose, and
fell on stalk of corn.
Dear mel" said the farmer, putting
his fingers to his nose, whats that?
A raindrop! Where did it come from?
believe we shall have d shower"
\ The first raindrop had no sooner
started for the field than the second
said: well, if you go, | believe,
will go, too SO down went the
second raindrop on another stalk.
A great many other raindrops hav-
ing come together to hear what their
companions were taking about, one
of them said: IF you're going on
such good errand, I'll go, too," and
down he went. "And L." said an
other; "and l." "and l." and l." and
so on till the whole shower of them
came and the corn was all watered
and it grew and ripened, all because
the first little raindrop determined to
do what it could
John Martin, S Book
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
A HORSES PETITION TO HIS
DRIVER.

Just outside of the great city of
London there is a much travelled road
which winds UP a steep hill, and at
the foot of this hill some one, who
appreciates what a good, faithful
friend the horse is to man. has caused
to be hung sign bearing these lines
of petition:
Up the hill whip me not,
Down the hill hurry me not;
In the stable forget me not;
OF hay and grain rob me not,
Of clean water stint me not;
With sponge and brush neglect me
not,
OF soft, dry bed deprive me not;
When sick or cold chill me not;
With bit or rein jerk me not;
And when angry strike me not.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
WHAT ONE CENTS WORTH OF
ELECTRICITY WILL DO.

At a rate of 10 cents a kilowatt
A 16-candle power Mazda lamp
for five hours.
A six-pound fiatiron 10 minutes.
A Radiant toaster long enough
to produce ten slices of toast.
A sewing machine for two hours.
A fan IL inches in diameter for two
hours.
An electric percolator long enough
to make three cups of coffee.
A heating pad from two to four
hours.
A domestic buffer for IL hours.
A chatting dish IL minutes.
An electric broiler 6 minutes.
An electric griddle minutes.
A radiant grill for 10 minutes.
An electric curling iron once a day
for two weeks.
A luminous 5OO-watt radiator for II
minutes.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
HABIT OF UNTlDINEss.

The other day we walked by par
ticularly attractive suburban resi-
dence. The house was good and the
broad lawn showed both taste and
care. Like a pretty little girl in a
becoming Sunday school dress, with
her hair curled, the premises made
you think pleasantly that somebody's
affection was centered upon it. 1t
was so attractive that we turned into
the cross street in order to walk along
that side of the grounds. A garage
stood at the corner of the grounds
AUDITING ON an alley; and fairly in
the mouth of the alley, unavoidably
catching the eye of whoever passed
down the cross street, lay heap of
junk and offal, evidently thrown out
from the garage and the house. The
alley itself looked as though it might
lead to pigsty.
That is strictly typical. The alley,
Of course, did not belong to the house
holder, and he did not care rap how
it looked; so, with one hand he Of
fered the passer-by rose, while
with the other. he hit him in the eye
with an old tin can.
Perhaps such negligence is due to
the pioneer spirit, to which nature
was just something to be subdued,
as quickly and untidily as possible,
to human uses. But we have the hab-
it of blaming everything disagreea-
BILE on the pioneer spirit, and the jus.
LITIGATION for it seems pretty well
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
WAITING.

[ could say nice things about him;
] could praise him if l would;
could tell about his kindness,
For he's always doing good.
l could boost him as he Journeys
Ger the road of life today;
But let him pass in silence
And I've not word to say:
For I'm one of those now waiting
Ere a word of praise is said,
Or word of comfort uttered
Till the friend we love lies dead.
i could speak of yonder brother
AS a man it's good to know;
And perhaps he'd like to hear it,
AS he journeys here below.
could tell the world about him
And his virtues all recall
But at present he is living,
And it wouldn't do at all;
So I'm waiting, yes, I'm waiting,
Till the spark of life is fled;
Ere / raise my voice to praise him
/ must know that he is dead.
[ appreciate the kindness
That he's often shown to me,
And it will not be forgotten
w en- | speak his eulogy;
| should like to stand in public
And proclaim him friend of mine
But that isn't customary
| So give the world no sign
Of my love for yonder brother,
Who has often helped me here;
I am waiting, ere praise him,
Till l stand before his bier.
/ Edgar A. Post.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
BATTLING WINDOWS.

In some houses the windows have
an unpleasant habit of rafting at all
times of the day and night when
there is the least wind. In such a
case an ordinary clothespin is most
effective. 1t must be split in half and
one half inserted on each side be.
tween the framework and the win.
dow or between the sashes. A good
plan is to paint the clothespeg the
same color as the window frame and
secure the pieces by cord and screw
to the frame SO that they will be in
readiness when needed.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1918-01-12
WHY 1T WAS TOO LATE.

Little as he was, Edward knew a
lot about fathers, especially his own
father, so he approached the difficult
question on hand obviously.
Father" he said, John Burton is
going to have a birthday next week
and he said he was goin' to invite me.
And I've got to take him present"
"A present" snorted Edwards
father. What for?"
Because must" said Edward. All
the kids take presents"
That's all nonsense" declared
father. Every day or two it is a
present here or present there. If
you can't be invited without taking a
present, you'd better not 60
Edward made no reply. The next
day his father regretted his hasty
words to his unhappy-looking little
son.
Edward" he said, II bought a
couple of books tonight for you to
take to Johns party
Its too late now, father" said Ed
ward, gloomily Il licked him today
so he wouldn't invite me-"
Toronto Mail and Empire.