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The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-01-15

Is. It's nothing I've ever seen before.
l wonder IL could tell any better ii
i got closer?-l'a la@ fef
what can the thing be?' said Pol
ly to herself. Its not--I don't think
it's cat-it's not dog. It's some
thing don't like the looks Of. hope
it won't get any closer. Oh, il that
man would only look around! II
could only get off this perch! Oh!
It's coming !"
Hildebrand's yellow-and black was
all up in ruffles. His eyes We're open
ing and shutting and sending out
sparks like Catherine-wheels. His
tongue was licking swiftly, though
softly, across his lips.
"It's green chicken" he said. "It's
got no business here, out of the chic
ken-yard. I'll put it in its place and
keep it safe."N
Az bound-he was on the perch
Them meow that was a scream, a
rush for life! FROM out the greer
chickens throat came a deep rough
voice, such as no green chicken ever
before spoke with
"Had your breakfast, Jack?"
Polly spent the rest of the day very
pleasantly and went home with hel
master in the evening in high spirits
Hildebrand spent the rest of the day
under the sofa, whence no coaxing Of
persuasions could dislodge him. Tht
chicken" was not so green" as he
thought!
franciscan Herald.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-01-15

AT times he would enjoy thrill
BY rolling wildly down "Hop" Hill
Or shyly enter harness shop
To beg lash to whip top.
Anon, he'd climb Scragh Castle tall
With never thought of slip or fall; &.
Or the steps of Hayes bus he'd ride
Down old High Street with boyish
pride
AS free from care as summer. wind
Till someone shouted "Cut behind"
Then off he'd leap with careless
A grin upon his roguish face
And down the street with joyous yell
He'd race past Mr.. Browns Hotel
With sun-tanned cheeks and eyes
ablaze.
Oh boys, those were the happy days
When with penny big he ran
For Chester cake to old Joe Damn:
No angel food can ever take
The place of that sweet Chester cake
And often on the parish green
On Sunday afternoon be seen
Listening to the young mems band
He thought the best in all the land;
And watch in admiration dumb
Old Christy Tracey beat the drum
Until his heart stood still in fright
When Father Gaffney came in sight,
Because he on that Sabbath day
From catechism stayed away.
And Oh the sweet delightful thrills
When "Gorry" posted up the bills
That heralded throughout the town
| A circus with famed Irish clown.
| Just ask your Dad some day in fun
If he knew Johnnie Patterson.
No clown who ever sang song
Has in my memory lived so long
Nor P. T. Barnum reach the mark
Of the circus owned by Powell ant
Clark.
From Tullamore to Bristol, Conn,
| 1t surely was the paragon. q
| Sometimes he'd go to market place
With eager eyes and beaming face
Where McAvoy, God rest his soul,
Would get from each his "tuppence'
| toll
To see his wondrous Dublin show.
| Fen though that was long years agt
| No Bernhardt. nor Caruso night
Could fill his heart with such delight
And then one day he left his home
| To sail across the ocean foam
Three thousand miles DER stormy Sc;
To the magic land of liberty
Where now he pauses pen in hand
And dreams about his native land
And gladly give his earthly store
For his boyhood days in Tullamore
So, Mr.. Postwar, please attend
And fetch this missive to my friend
He lives I'm told az Convent View
No doubt he is wellknown to you.
So hasten this within the hour
To my old schoolmate, Joseph Power
| Catholic Transcript
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LINES TO AN IRISH POSTWAR.

Please; Mr.. Postman, don't delay
This letter to the u S. A.
From one who i'm the days of yore {
Was born in dear old Tullamore'
In whose quaint streets he used to
play n
In whose blest church he knelt to
pray
And sat meath Cosgrove's iron rule
Up at the Christian Brothers school
And from discipline freedom seek
BY mitching several times week,
And with some boyhood barefoot pal
Strip bare and swim the grand
canal.
Then like a wild march hare he'd
jog
The miry morass of bog
To rob the nest of grouse and duck
Or by a dead wall marbles chuck
Or at the soldiers barrack gate
Watch red-clad sentry pace in state
Or to the crossroads HE him down
When the Royal Dragons came te
town
With bated breath to see them pass
In scarlet coats and helmets brass. 3
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.HiLDEBRAND AND THE GREEN
CHICKEN.

A Well-hnown French author, Theo-
phile Gauthier, had a splendid cat.
all yellow-and- black velvet, named
Hildebrand. Hildebrand was the
handsomest of cats and very i'm
perious one, allowing no liberties to
be taken with him, and strongly re-
sented anyone else's pets being intro
duced to his master. Ordinary cats
took care to keep out of his way, for
he really resembled small tiger more
than a creature like themselves. His
master thought Hildebrand the finest
thing going, and Hildebrand thought
well of his master, but more of Hide
brand One day friend of Gauthier's
asked him to look after his parrot for
the day, as he was obliged to leave
town. Certainly" said the author,
bring him along. He'll be company
for Hildebrand while l write" Polly
and her perch were brought in: Polly's
master departed; and Gauthier set
tied down comfortably to his writing,
Hildebrand at his side on the soft
cushion on which he loved to doze.
But there was no doze today. He fix
ed an eye of cold shining emerald on
the newcomer, blinking bit now and
then, as if considering the situation
Poor Poll saw that unfriendly eye,
and feeling instinctively what was
coming, gazed just. as fixedly; but
there was fright in that gaze, which
Hildebrand was not long in finding
out. His owner. wrapped up in his
work, saw nothing of what was going
on silently at his SIDE. He didn't
know what thoughts were gathering
in the brain of Hildebrand, nor what
fears were shivering along the spine
of Polly.
What can the thing be?' said Hill
debrand to himself. cts not a cat
it's not d dog. | don't know what il
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HOW WOMEN lNvElGLE MEN.

Every now and then high Church
some modern extreme in style, writes
Lordman in The Echo. Paris may
lead in this as we'll as, other things.
but that fair city is not the only one
thus disgraced.
The women who dress in the ex-
tremes of fashion are usually not
reached by these Recommendations. and
as rule, this extravagant set scorns
the very idea of Church interference.
Pagans look for their heaven on this
side of the grave, and dress in a sub
stantial part of pagan happiness.
They are true to their pagan culture.
The latest Partisan fad is a new
style in counting" The future is to
be one perpetual leapyear. The mean
ing of this is quite evident
1t may be natural for pigs" to
snort for their food, but when go
ciety" women begin to snort" for
men, it's hard telling what might be
hext.
VI IuCSO 0OS1CLy ludhc
an attempt at fainting when they
hear the "uncultured" but inoffensive
word 'leg"; it would be far better if
they caught a severe cold, if nothing
worse.
The Rev. DR.. Stratton, pastor of the
fashionable New York Baptist church,
is quoted as saying the following:
Our young women fiirt frankly,
openly, brazenly. Instead of putting
a stop to their maneuvers, or at least
appearing not to see them, their moth
ers manifest approval. Woman today
frankly confesses the attraction of
man and renders undisguised homage
to masculine beauty. She strives fran
tically to conquer the most handsome
specimen. All is grist that goes to
her mill-she uses all the seduction of
her personality, of her wealth. Clothes
have never been so obviously designed
to attract; lingerie has never been so
daring. Never have such untold sums
been lavished On a creation that
lasts, perhaps, an evening. Woman
considers any sum we'll spent if it at
tracts man, if only for a moment"
The poor fellows who permit
themselves to be ''courted' in this
fashion, don't deserve anything better.
Even cold, aristocratic England
comes in for share of criticism.
Because a million or more women
in England have no expectation of
marriage in that land, also, they are
deliberately lowering themselves in
dress to make themselves attractive to
men, according to DR.. Leonard HILL
noted British physician and student of
sociology. He recently said:
Bizarre colors, low cut dresses
transparent stockings and short skirts
indicate the intensified struggle OF
| women for making themselves sexu
ally attractive. The one and only
| reason for this is that the war has
decreased the number of marriage
able males te-sueh a degree, that a mil
lion surplus women in Britain will
never have an opportunity to marry
| Thank God, that not all our women
belong to modern" society. There is
still good sprinkling of real. old
fashioned but cultured Christianity
among our common people.
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ISINGLASS.

Isinglass is the dried swimming blad-
ders of several varieties of fish. The
amount of gelatin in isinglass is from
sc to SO per cent and even more. 1t is
prepared by tearing the air bladder or
sound from the back of the fish, from
which it has been loosened by striking
several blows with wooden club, then
washing in cold water. The black out
er skin is removed with a knife, again
washed and spread on board to dry
in the open air, with the white shiny
skin turned outward. To prevent
shriveling or shrinking the bladders
must be fastened to drying board.
The best quality of isinglass comes
from sounds that are dried in the sun.
After drying the sound is again moist
ened with warm water and the inter
ior shiny skin is removed by hammer
ing or rubbing. Finally it is rolled be-
tween two polished iron rollers.
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THE CATHOLIC BULLETIN, JANUARY Is, 1921

y 49, X. 81 ~ II
The discoverer of Lower Canada and
the River of st. Lawrence was James
Cartier, Catholic. r
! The discoveries of the mainland of
North America were the English Cath
olics, John and Sebastian Cabot.
The founder of the oldest city in the
U. S.-St. Augustine, Fla.-was Peter
Menendez, a Catholic.
The Catholic, Sir George Calvert
CLord Baltimore}, was the founder of
Maryland.
The discoverer of Lake Huron was
JOS. DeCaron, Franciscan monk.
The founder of Quebec and dis.
coverer of Lakes Champlain and
Ontario, was the Catholic, Samuel de
Champlain.
The missionary of the Iroquois was
the Jesuit, Isaac Jogues, and the
Jesuits are Catholics.
The first missionary of the Hurons
was John de Breboeuf, Jesuit.
The first governor and chief jus
tice of Maryland was Leonard Cal
vert, Catholic. w.;
The first missionary in Maryland
was Andrew White, Jesuit.
The discoverer Of the Upper Mis-
sissippi and the apostle of the valley
of that river was the Jesuit, James
Marquette.
The Ohio river was first discovered
by De la Sale, a Catholic.
The first Catholic governor of New
York was Thos. Dongan, an Irishman
afterwards Earl of Limerick. His mis-
sion bears date of September 80, 1882
The founder of San Francisco was
the Catholic missionary; Junipert
| Sierra, a Franciscan.
The founder of the American nav,
was Captain Jack Barry, Catholic
half Irish, half Yankee" to quote hi
own words.
The commander of the cavalry il
the Revolutionary war was Stephe1
Moylan, a Catholic.
The first newspaper in America tina
gave accurate reports of the legislativ,
debates was established by Matthew
| Carey, Catholic.
Thos. Fitzsimmons, Pennsylvania
signer of the Declaration of indie
epndence, was Catholic.
] Chas. Carroll of Carrollton, who's
| signature on the same document be
speaks sterling courage and unselfisl
patriotism, was Catholic.
| Gen. James Shields, who obtaine,
the first charter for the city of Chi
cago, was a Catholic.
| Gen. Sheridan died a Catholic an
his eulogy was delivered by Carolina
Gibbons.
But their names are legion. An
the very atmosphere of the Missis
sippi valley is impregnated wit
sacred memories of Catholic discoy
erers, explorers and early settlers
such as Louis Hennepin, from whor
the Hennepin canal takes it's name
Julien Dubuque, the, trader, for whor
Dubuque is named; Bishop Loras, d.
buque; Antoine LeClaire, Davenport
and hundreds of others.
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THE LAND OF LIVE OVER AGAIN
written for The Catholic Bulletin by
Dr.. James Henderson,

Oh, the land of live over again is a
land,
A land that is fair to our dreams,
A land we all long for, that we have a
song for
And sometimes a sigh too, it seems.
IT'S land where We'll know each day
how to do,
To leave no heartburning regrets,
To give no one pain, to bear not a hurt
To pay all of honor's own debts.
Our love will be known at last to our
own,
Our lives will be happy and calm
To run as brook thro' the meadow
of dreams,
Yes, all of prayer and a song;
Our days will be fair, we'll never cast
doubts
To cloud Or to darken the sky
In that land, Oh, that land we glimpse
now afar,
Somewhere in the sweet by and by.
Well lay down our heads when days
work is done,
Sweetly on pillows of down,
In the thought that the day was well
spent
And, with never doubt or frown.
Our years will run into glad summers
of ease,
Nor We'll dread winters cold, nor its
pain,
In that land, Oh, that land that shall
quiet our regrets,
The land of live over again.
II
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Continued from page g.
TOO GOOD (O TO GIVE AWAY.

"They each looked too large to give
away. ALI along the row she went, but
even the last one, which was nearly
all crust, seemed far too good for the
thin, poor old man.
"He had been watching the woman
and now he said sadly, Don't trouble,
good woman. must be gone oh,
wait, l will bake you nice cake, she
said. There was still lump of dough
in her bowl Quickly she rolled cake,
about half as large as the smallest
upon her shelf. The fire blazed up and
it was done in few moments. But,
oh, dear me, to her eyes it was so
much too large when baked, as any of
the others had been. She snatched up
smaller lump of dough. That took
no time at all to bake, but when nicely
Drowned, she sighed and laid it aside
with the rest"
ooh, mother" whispered Betty.
1.-THE last bit of dough was only
| just enough to fill one of Rosamund' S
dolls pans. When it was baked she
| held it in her hands as if it. were the
most precious thing in all the world.
She could not make up her mind to
give even so small cake away. 1t
was not more than mouthful. Her
| cupboard was filled with finer, larger
cakes, yet this was still too large to
give to the thin, old man, whose eyes
l %no hn xr,oftn1
"'Put down your cake. / shall not
need it nor shall you, though you live
as long as the greatest pine in the
forest he said. Your heart is too
small to beat beneath that white ker.
| chief. 1t is not woman's heart, and
so you shall be woman no longer
Go into the Forest he opened the
door, and there find your food as best
you may
1.-THE little old woman tried to cry
out, but her voice was gone. She
| dropped the wee cake and put her
| hand to her head. Oh, what did she
find? Her red cap was gone, in its
| place were soft red feathers! She
looked with her beady eyes down at
her white apron. 1t was gone!
Snowy white feathers were there in
stead, and her warm black wooden
skirt had changed to glossy feathers
of black! The thin, poor old man held
the door open and SO because there
was nothing else to do, she spread hei
wings and flew past him, through il
and away into the dark pine forest
Then the old man closed the door"
| A long branch of the old willow was
blown against the window pane. In
| the quiet of the dim room the scraping
boughs were unexpectedly weird. The
five little people huddled together or
the deep couch, started nervously
Then as the wind whistled around the
bay window, they laughed hilariousl,
over their fright. Il thought it was
the, witch man coming to make us al
Woodpeckers," shouted Jack, always
the first to find his tongue.
/ And what flock that would make
Five woodpeckers with red heads ant
long white bills! Aren't glac
Jack shut the window, Betty?" Hel
mother punctuated her question will
a hug.
i ''Of course, she is" said Rosamund
4 Wed all have to eat little ween.
bugs" shivered Lulu. "Oh. can't W.
have light and pack the rest of thu
things tonight?"
Indeed we cam assented Mrs
Huntley.
--New World
The Washington herald., 1921-08-07

Mr.. I'D N. W, brick dwelg. wit
large brick garage: rent, $s5 mo. Price
$s.5U. MAHORNEY & SULLIVAN, I5g
Eve St NV. NJ 7seI
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light, as exploiters of their fellow
beings. Or did he fear that his
amusing" and "entertaining" stories
would assume too serious a trend for
his American readers and would lose
the status of best sellers?
Be that as it may, these stories
seem to have found great favor with
the American public who, it must be
admitted, is very fond of a circus
show which ranks second only to a
prize-fight.
have spoken here only of two
authors, but they are the most rep
resentative and, I must admit, most
talented of all this group of center
tainers". The period of "On With
the Motley" in Jewish-American fic-
ton is by no means at an end, and a
number of imitators of Glass and
Leasing have arisen who are trying
to amuse the public with side shows
of their own, based on the same prin-
ciples as the tales about the "orig-
inal" Lapidowitzes, Potashes, Perl
mutters ct, tutti guanti.
In the meantime, another era has
begun, and that is the era of earnest
consideration and responsibility. This
period is hardly fifteen years old and
some of it's Representatives are Mary
Antin, Abraham Cahan, Elias Tob-
enkin, Bertha Pearl, M. E. Ravage,
Sidney Nyburg, Fannie Hurst and
last but not least Anzia Yezierska,
the latest addition to this group of
authors.
Their works and types will be the
subject of my next article.
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Nv. VOICES OF TRUTH

"Potash and Perlmutter" came and,
though they have not as yet passed
out entirely from American Jewish
fiction, their popularity is waning and
they are being gradually supplanted
by works of fiction belonging to diff
ferent class, such as Heart and Soul,
which, after a temporary eclipse, has
come into it's own. We may not per-
.haps count among these writers any
of the first magnitude, but in so far as
intent and purpose, genuine feeling
and sentiment are concerned-they
are most desirable phenomenon in
American letters.
The writers Of this period, which
began about fifteen years ago, have
made it their problem to tell of the
life Of the expanded Ghetto, of the
immigrant Jew who has already
gained foothold in the new country
and who as likely as not will die on
American soil. AS a rule, therefore,
these new authors have an additional
problem to overcome. Their predeces-
sors of about three decades ago faced
the problem of the transition from
European conditions to those of the
East-Side. The types of the period
oAoSuoo1OIl nave OCIl1 dIlOCIlcI
problem before them, and that is the
transition from the Ghetto to general
American life.
Mary Antin's "The Promised Land"
is not, strictly speaking, a work of
fiction, being an autobiography. In
her book Miss Antin tells of her life
in Russia, of her having come to
America with her parents of the hard
struggle they had before becoming
acclimated to the new conditions, and
of the authors final triumph in the
Land Of Opportunity or, as she terms
it,. the Promised Land. The most in
teresting part of the book is that in
which the author tells of the Jews
thirst for learning
which results not only in reaching the
standard of American born children
but in overtaking and reaching
heights undreamed of by them. "The
Promised Land" is vivid and talent
ed portrayal of this trait of the Jew
ish character and it's only fault is the
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the sweatshop, and, Of course, Of the
gradual rise of the girl and her fam
lily to higher levels, owing to their
unremitting efforts and perseverance.
The story is we'll told and contains
many an interesting thought. There is
also complete absence of that adula-
ton which characterizes Mary An
tins work. Rose Cohen, through her
heroine declares:
ut seems to me that when man
like my father, works all day long,
he ought to have a beautiful home;
he ought to have good food; he ought
full music. All day my father is max
ing coats, yet his own is so shabby,
and my mother, if you ever saw her
hands! Why should she know of
nothing but scrubbing and scrimping?
Why should her children go without
an education
"The Rise of David Levinsky" by
Abraham Cahan, mentioned in my
preceding article, is realistic novel
in the best sense of the world. David
Levinsky, Talmud student comes to
America from Russia and starting at
the bottom, attains wealth and afflu-
ence, but finds himself still unhappy.
And he is unhappy because his riches
do not give him that consciousness
of justification Of life which is gained
only through striving after higher
ideals. Levinsky is negative type,
the practical man in the former Tai
mudical student prevails over the
idealist, he follows the principle of
business is business" to the very
limit, and therein lies the secret Of
his success as we'll as the cause of his
unhappiness. His better self always
strives for something higher and
nobler than his business aspirations
and yet he is only too well experienced
in the ways Of life, too familiar with
the memorable struggle for existence
to allow himself to deviate from the
chosen path of practical achievement.
Unhappy and disappointed, he goes on
through life, and probably will con-
tinue to his very death with his double
personality,-"My past and my pres
ent do not comport well. David, the
poor lad swinging over Talmud vol
ume at the Preachers Synagogue,
seems to have more in common with
my inner identity than David Levin
sky, the well known cloak manufac-
turer". There are many pathetic
scenes in Cahan's novel, yet it also
abounds in humorous situations, hum
orous because they are so intrinsically
and not specifically, at the will of the
author. All this enhances the value
of "The Rise Of David Levinsky" and
makes it classic in American litera,
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