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The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05
ABOUT YOUR DAUGHTERS.

Scarcely a week passes" writes a
social welfare worker in another city,
that we haven't one or more young
girls, protesting the Catholic faith,
brought before either the Juvenile or
Woman's Courts-or the Morality De-
partment-for riding in automobiles
or out late at night-accompanied by
some one already known in police cir
cles.
Eve had three such young girls last
week, who had been induced to leave
their homes by another girl from their
home town, now living in the city.
They came here, one giving her age
as fourteen, another sixteen, and the
third seventeen, and within a week
after their arrival they were facing
the court charged with vagrancy.
They were already on the great high
way to destruction.
ION arriving in the city, they were
met by the young woman who had in
duced them to leave their homes and
taken to a common rooming house in
the downtown district, where every
freedom was allowed them, and it was
not long before they had graduated
into the ways of the fallen.
Zone cannot help but wonder what
kind of parents such young girls have,
or rather, what can their parents be
thinking of to allow them to come to
a large city unaccompanied and I'M
protected. Upon inquiry we found
these girls had ordinarily good homes
and good parents. The latter were
heartbroken over the catastrophe
which had overtaken their children,
and willing and anxious to have them
returned to their homes, but never
again can they regain what they have
lost7-the sweet bloom of innocence,
and all through these it would seem
stupidity or cruelty of foolish par
ents."
1t is up to the parents to safeguard
their young daughters in every posi-
BILE way. The city is bound to allure
them, and if they must leave home
seeking employment, then why not
make use of the agencies interested
in the welfare of the girls, organiza-
lions which will protect them from
the harm that is bound to befall them
if alone and unprotected.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05
ride, Tramp walked sedately beside
the little carriage.

a ride, Tramp walked sedately beside
the little carriage.
One morning both master and mis-
tress went away to do some errands,
leaving the baby sleeping in it's bed,
the two elder children playing near by,
and, of course, Tramp on guard as
usual. Suddenly the older children,
both under seven, saw flames at the
head of the stairs, and in another mo-
ment the whole upper floor was on fire.
They screamed and ran out of the
house, and the neighbors, hearing their
cries, came running into the yard.
They reached there just in time to see
Tramp dragging the baby by its cloth
ing. He came, out the back door, then
he crossed the yard and dropped the
child into a snow bank, Brave little
dog, his first thought had not been for
himself, but for the baby, and seeing
the danger which threatened, he had
lost no time in bringing her to safety.
Since that day Tramp has been con-
sidered one of the family, and the best
in the house is none too good for him.
Dumb Animals
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05

Little old land of the long ago,
Out of the sunshine and out of the
snow;
Coming to feast me on bread of
dreams,
yelling along on my memory's
streams,
Putting the youth in my eyes today,
Coming to tell me of some lost way;
Taking me out to the wildwood where
Bees were a-humming, and dull care
Hadn't as yet cast her blighting
spell
Bees in the clover, bees in the dell,
And the long, long lanes, and the ber-
ry patch
Past the wee lone barn with it's roof
of thatch,
Looking up, looking up to the clear
old sky,
And the big white clouds ever sailing
by.
And the sound of birds in the sum-
mertime,
In winter the frost with it's pearly
rime
On panes where we'd blow with our
childish breath,
And the stories that scared us most
to death;
Yet, we wouldn't, we couldn't just let
you go,
Little old land of the long ago.
Seems you're as sweet now you're
here again
And we are but youths tho we've
grown to men,
Seems that we'd like just to go and
see
The nesting wren in yon hollow tree,
Tramp thro' the tangle and bark our
shins,
And bring berr:os home in the same
old tins;
And yell and shout, just to have our
way,
Back the old paths as the other day;
Climbing the fences, walking the rail,
And chasing the squirrel from the
dank old swale,
Then-Oh, the joy as we all trudged
home,
And the chores were done, and hours
grew lone, 49,,
And the candles f1ared and in doleful
mood
Seemed to keep watch in the solitude
Oh, the old back stairs and the trun-
y Idle, bed - -. ID 5...-..-. ..,
And the old kitchen chair where our
DrayarS were said
And mothers caress as she Bonded
low
In the little old land of the long ago!
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05
THE CHILDREN'S HOUR.
TRAMP A BRAVE DOG.

He was just stray dog when he
came one night to the house of some
kind people who took him in. Later
they had to move away, but they got
him a home with his present owners.
He had been called Tramp" which
is not a very good name for dog who
has home. He is of no particular
breed, little bulldog, a little of ev-
cry thing else; in fact, he is just plain
dog, but everyone who loves dogs
knows that it isn't the breed, but the
dog, that counts.
From the very first he liked to be
close by the baby and would sit for
hours beside the cradle where she
slept, and when she was taken out for
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05
NOT SMART ENOUGH TO BE POPE

The late Archbishop Quigley of Chi
cago used to tell story on himself
with great gusto. When he was Bish-
op of Buffalo he had the custom of ex-
aiming every confirmation class be-
fore administering the sacrament. One
day he asked the question: What is
the Pope?" and got many satisfactory
answers. He followed this up with:
who can be elected Pope?" One boy
answered.: ANY Cardinal The
Archbishop wanted to make it clear
that any Catholic priest could be elect
ed, so he asked: could be elected
Pope?" The same boy eagerly said !:
mo, Bishop why not?" There was
a moment of hesitancy, but the boy
came back; Because, Bishop, you're
not smart enough"
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05
CAN YOU ANSWER?

Where can man buy cap for his
knee,
Or key to the lock of his hair?
Can his eyes be called an academy,
Because there are pupils there?
In the crown of his head
What gems are found?
Who travels the bridge of his nose?
Can he use, when shingling the roof
of his house,
The nails on the end of his toes?
Can the crook of his elbow be sent to
Jail?
If, so, what did he do?
How does he sharpen his shoulder
blades?
I'll be hanged if know, do you?
Can he sit in the shade of the palm OF
his hand?
Or beat on the drum of his ear?
Does the calf of his leg eat the corn
on his toes?
If so, why not grow corn on the ear!
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05
DON'T BORROW THE FATAL HAB.
IT OF SPENDING MORE THAN
WE EARN.

The youth who starts out as bor-
rover puts a mortgage on his future,
says The Echo. The habit of spend
ing more money than we earn is fatal
to success and happiness. The most
cordial friends grow suspicious of one
who is continually asking for loan.
People cheerfully go around the block
to get out Of his way. And the time
comes when he is just as eager to
avoid his acquaintance, for fear that
he will be asked to pay the money he
owes. Peace of mind, self-respect,
and the respect of ones friends are
all sacrificed by this undermining
habit
Beware of the beginnings of borrow
ing. Do not assume that next month
it will be easy for you to pay the ex-
ira indulgence Of this, Live within
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05

your means--that is the only safe way
to avoid the beginnings of borrowing.
The highest compliment that can be
bestowed on a man is to say of him
that he is man of his word: and
the greatest reproach that can be be-
slowed on a man is to assert that he
has no regard for the virtue of verac-
ity. Truth is the golden coin with
Gods image stamped upon it, that
circulates among men Of all nations
and tribes and peoples and tongues !;
it's standard value never changes nor
depreciates.
Let it be the aim of your life to be
always frank and open, candid, sin
cere and ingenious in your relations
with your fellow men. Set your face
against all deceit and duplicity, al
guile, hypocrisy and discrimination
You will be living UP to the maxims
of the Gospel. you will prove yourself
a genuine disciple of the God Of
Truth, you will commend yourself tt
all honest men. You will triumph
over those that lie in wait to deceive
for the intriguer is usually caught II
his own tolls.
Never yield to the temptation to d.
a thing which will lower your charac
ter. Whether the thing in question il
the reading of an Objectionable book
or sighting your work, or giving wa.
to anger or envy, one of the wors
things about it is that it lessons you
self-respect. Since we have to be ou
own constant companions, not only il
this world, but in the next as well
nothing can make up to us for doin'
thing which impairs character.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05
A TRICK OF THE TRADE.

"The piece we cut your dress pat
tern from the other day is all sold
out" explained the glib young sales
man behind the counter, cycling the
shelves critically. Il remember now
that Mr.. Jessup measured it up yes
terday for a lady downtown. / shall
have to open another piece
s'This looks mite darker than the
other" observed Mrs. Davis, examin-
ing the fabric, "but I've left my specta-
cles at home If it's the same, you may
cut me off six yards. Seems though it
feels thinner and f1imsier when you
come to get your hand on it,
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05

police. They are appreciative, kind.

police. They are appreciative, kind
ly, companionable, neighborly.
"They live as nearly by the Golden
Rule as is humanity possible, guess.
And that being so, we do the same.
1t is a good plan; don't stone your
neighbours dog; it induces likelihood
that he will stone yours"
Seems as if the wise old gentleman
preached pretty good-sized sermon
and in not so many words, either.
Taunton Gazette.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05

Today is yours; use it; draw from
it with miser's eagerness, every tit
tie of it's riches; grasp its garlands of
success; raise to your brow crown
of victory. Today is yours; make it
yield to you all that is possesses of
joy, of glad triumph, Of unfading glory.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05
THE BATTLE OF TRALEE.
written for The Catholic Bulletin by
Dr.. James Henderson,

Twas fought somewhere in Ireland
The battle of Tralee,
Twas staged somewhere in Ireland
AS pretty as could be;
"The Blacks and Tans were victors
And the Irish all went down.
Which saved another burning
O. some little Irish town
And "the cowardly Sim Feiners
Were all taken by surprise"
IT'S all dream, Allana!
But is plain to Irish eyes.
They have to keep the Tanners
To safeguard the British "Tom,"
A sort of valet, "doncher know"
To help the struggle on.
Now, had an Irish bugle
But been sounding in Tralee,
With shout of, Faugh Ballagh!
There'd be something dom, thinks
me;
But, since by the gates of Dublin
The whole consarn was staged,
And since no battle, sure, was fought
And never struggle waged,
Wen not begrudge the victory
That fell to any man,
So let Sir Hamar decorate
His witty Black and Tan.
I'll bet million scrapals
Had the King of Kerry been
Round anywhere in Ireland
At the head of one Sim Fein,
He'd have strung a different battle,
There'd be now film to "can''
AS, Lloyd Georges husky Wallets
Had turned their tails and ran;
So, let us laugh our bellies full,
The fight is yet to be
When a Tommie wins by fair, Avon!
The battle of Tralee.
Old Shandons bells we'll keep in
tune
To celebrate the day,
Till then we'll hold the battles
That we want to give away.
The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1921-02-05
LITTLE OLD LAND.

written for The Catholic Bulletin by
DR.. James Henderson,
Evening star., 1921-12-04

DEAN THORNTON was younger than
- Squinty by ten years. and every
thing had been in his favor from the
start, including the fact that he did
not have any money. He had q whim-
sical, cadaverous face, out Of which a
pair Of soft gray eyes shot straight
at you, a lanky muscular body; had
been welterweight champion and
stroked the crew at college; and, be-
cause he had been a regular fellow,
although he came from an unknown
region infested by coyotes and timber
wolves, had effectually demonstrated
the error Of supposing that Harvard
University is snobbish in insisting
upon the right to select her own
heroes by being one Of those heroes
perhaps the biggest one Of them. him
self.
This loose -jointed Lochinvar had come
Evening star., 1921-12-04
The Man Who Would Be Cr0oked- Complete a~y-By

and he had no money. 1t was too risky
1t wouldn't be honorable. for Hawksley
would have sold relying on his assur-
ance that he had the stock.
Without more ado he got Hawksley's g
office on the telephone, asked for the
broker and. finding that he had already =
gone upon the floor, sent word through
his partner to cancel the order to sell.
The partner protested politely. There
had been private dealings in Pujo and
already before the opening there were
outside bids of 60 for the stock. Sixty
Thornton turned faint at the risk he had
run: then sick at the thought OF the
profit he was losing.
Six thousand dollars! If he could only
locate Squinty and get back that
wretched certificate wholly useless to
the thief How did one find lost people,
anyway?
Nothing had been heard Of the truant
either at Sing Sing or at police head
quarters. The use Of the warden's name,
to be sure, secured for his inquiry in
slant attention at the detective bureau.
But it at one developed that the fact
that Thornton himself had seen and
talked with the fugitive the night before
was the first and only clue the police
had Of him.
Thornton slammed down the receiver.
Instantly he received a fresh incoming
call, Hawksley speaking from the floor
of the exchange.
Look here. old man. he painted.
"Pujo has climbed up to eighty mine.
There's terrific dealings in it, Looks
like real corner Market may break
at any moment. For Gods sake. let me
sell your stock. Why. man. it's near
nine thousand dollars
dammit" roared back Thornton. II
can't sell. l haven't got any stock.'
Haven't got il? Where is it? Did
you sell il through some other house,"
"A burglar took it, yelled Thornton.
There was an amazed silence at the
other end of the telephone. "A bur-
glar,"
''Yes-a burglar"
"fll be damned"
We'll. you can be for all of me.'
retorted Thornton. isn't there any
thing ] can do? Sell for future de-
livery?"
Not in a market like this" an
swered his friend. "They want i'm
mediate delivery. What you better
do is to apply to the transfer com
davit setting forth the circumstances
surrounding the loss and offer to give a
bond in double the amount"
And how long will all that take?"
"Oh. about week. Sorry, old top,
I've got to get back to the post" And
Hawksley rang off.
Thornton racked his brains for some
method of tracing the elusive Squinty.
How about an advertisement in the
evening papers, which might catch
the convict's eye?
"Puio Ltd. Lost, Certificate in my
name for 100 shares of Pujo Limited.
Agree to pay one thousand dollars
($1000) for it's immediate return. No
questions. DEAN THORNTON"
All. Something like. He'd print
this among the regular "ads'' in an
eight-inch box-cost what may.
1t was after II o'clock, and he de-
cided to go to his lawyers and start
proceedings for the issuance of a
fresh certificate. AS he left the sub
way at Rector street a boy showed an
extra under his chin. In a two-inch
headline across the top ran the words:
Evening star., 1921-12-04

always left In the nest. The others
are removed to the pueblos. where
their heads are washed and sprinkled
with sacred meal, the same kind of
meal which is such an important
figure in the christening of the new
baby or the dedication of the rattle
snakes.
The feathers are plucked from the
live eaglet. Then his life is crushed
out by pressure on his breast bone,
the greatest care being taken not to
shed blood. His body is carried to the
eagle cemetery and deposited with
many prayers in cleft in the top of
the mesa, where it is partly covered
with few stones and left to the sand
and the breezes.
All grandeur of life for that eagle
is over, but he is not completely for
gotten by the Hopi. After the cele-
bration of the festival of Niman the
Indian visits these graves and places
there small wooden efflgies or dolls
and tiny bows and arrows, which have
been consecrated with the sacred
meal.
Even though most clans, with the
exception Of those at Zuni. still allow
their eagles to live in a wild, free
state instead of caring for them In
the pueblos. their rights Of owner
ship are respected by all otheBs. Only
the white man and the Navajo will
fully violate these rights.
Evening star., 1921-12-04

Thornton again. "those damn Phelan
cousins OF mine at the funeral give
me such a pain it just took all the
pleasure out OF it. I had to get
drunk
TT was o'clock before it occurred
= to Thornton to go to bed. and had
it not been for Squinty's inability to
keep awake they would doubtless
have conversed all night. Leaving
the fugitive snoozing in his chair
Thornton foraged for q blanket and
arranged a shake down on the divan.
There was a small safe in the corner.
and before going back he unlocked
1t and placed the sheaf of papers
which he had been carrying in his
Then he conducted Squinty thither
bade him good might and locked him
in.
He felt quite sure he could square
Squinty with the warden. He was
still dreaming when he heard a knock
on his bedroom door and awoke to
find. to his surprise. that 1t was al
ready daylight.
"Mr. Hawksley wants to speak to
you on the telephone" said the maid.
Thornton lifted the instrument from
the bed-table beside him.
Excuse me for disturbing you"
came his brokers' voice. "but-you've
got a hundred 'Pujo.' haven't you? 1
thought so. Well, did you see where
Pujo closed at forty-nine last night"
bolt upright. Why" he gasped, 'it's
been selling for years around seven
and eight"
sure! But they say old scanlon
is trying to corner it. If you want to
get out. now is the time.
L. lot III lnIt Itfph a
client. Sell. by all means"
"All right" replied Hawksley. "fn
enter your order to sell at the mar
ket at the opening. Be sure and send
me down your certificate some time
today. So long,"
Thornton dressed slowly. His luck
had turned. Forty-nine hundred dol
lars! A neat little profit. Almost
enough to take a chance and marry
Jessica on. A reward for doing the
good Samaritan act the night before.
With his heart aglow. he whistled
himself downstairs and turned to the
door Of the den. 1t was ajar. The
room was vacant. Squinty had van
ished. And the safe in which he had
SO carefully placed his stock certih-
cate for one hundred shares of Pujo
was open and empty; also empty was
a bottle, his last bottle Of King Will
liam. standing solitary upon the man
tel. He could no longer sell his stock
for he could not deliver it.
He looked at his watch-nine forty
FIVE In fifteen minutes the gong on the
stock exchange would sound and
Hawksley would sell hundred Pujo for
his account at the market. Why not let
the sale go through on the chance that
Sauinty would turn up or be arrested
during the course of a day or so. or
that Puto would sell off after the open
ing so that he could cover at nearer
what the stock was worth. He prob
ably could cover in the twenties, or
at least in the thirties.
Five minutes to ten, But suppose
Scanlon had cornered the stock and it
should go up? He would have to buy
in at a higher price in order to deliver
Evening star., 1921-12-04
Oldest COnfection.
THE greater part of black lie

THE greater part Of black Iicorica
= is derived from Spain, where It is made
from the juice OF the plant and mixed
with starch to prevent It from melting
in hot weather. The licorice plant is a
shrub that attains a height OF three feet
and It grows wild where its roots reach
tae water. 1t fiourishes especially on
the banks of the Tigris and Euphrates
rivers.
Since the valley OF the Euphratss con-
tanned one Of the earliest civilizations
in the world. the probability is that
licorice is about the oldest confection
Of all and the taste which the boys and
girls of today like SO well was ens
Joyed by the youngsters Of three thous
sand years ego. !
Evening star., 1921-12-04

hole. snatched forth the envelope and
tore It open The certificate was there.
One hundred shares of priceless Pujo::
Unnerved and shaking. he could
hardly voice the question that trem-
where've you been?'
'In the cellar" returned Squinty.
blithely. 'It was the hootch! You
bottle on the mantel. When I woke
up was in the cellar"
why did you rob my safe?"
s.I,, II didn't. guvnerm protested
it-matter of habit. guess. Honest.
soon as I come to / put back the stun.
'Twarn't nuthin'. A few papers. You
get 'em in yer hand. Gee! but coal is
hardi"
for the telephone. ringing wildly for
Hawksley. IT seemed hours before he
heard the bankers voice.
Hello. old mani" 1t said, mockingly.
"Pity you haven't got that certificate
of yours. Pujo sold a moment ago at
ss5"
But I have got itw beloved
Thornton. Sell me a hundred at the
market! I'll hold the wire until you
report the sale"
"AlI rightw Hawksley reported
presently "you caught nearly the
975. Just in time. Markets turned
weak all of sudden. Ninety-seven
thousand dollars for what cost you
sixteen hundred! Pretty good, old
tificate down here right away. Bye
bye"
cellar" he choked you've been
in the cellar, All the time-two days
and half-sixty hours! OH. Lord"
"Wot's that. Fur'ner?" inquired
x.tF
been in that there cellar two days and
a half?'
THORNToN steadied himself on the
divan. That's exactly it! You
came in here out of the rain into the
heat, ate your first solid meal in a
week. drank quart of King William.
cracked my safe, and then just nat
urally went to sleep in my cellar for
nearly three whole days. oh, l don't
mind! Come as often as you like!
You're all right, Squinty, old boy
you little crooked fairy!'
The return of Squinty to Sing Sing
savored somewhat of royal progress.
although there was no delegation Of
prominent citizens to greet him, no
band. no public demonstration. He
reached the person just before supper
time that same afternoon by motor,
arrayed in a suit of the latest cut,
a fashionable overcoat with genuine
mink collar and new derby hat.
The 'twin-six" that brought him car
ried also Mr.. Dean Thornton and a
new moving picture machine, the gift
of the latter to the Mutual Welfare
League, the members of which lost
no privileges by reason of Squinty's
absence In fact, the word sped
quickly through the corridars that his
aunt had left him million and that
the warden had extended his parole.
Copyright. 1921