The Wallace miner. [volume] (Wallace, Idaho) 1907-current, 1922-12-14


driven liner the ancient three-decker,
and the radio is miles ahead of the
PONY express-that is progress. But
who with any sense of taste will
choose canned music rather than the
violin grandpa used to play? Who OF
discrimination or feeling does not miss
Irving and Ward and James or even
Frank Daniels and Billy Crane as he
watches some vulgar Hollywood COM
edian skirt the ragged edge of OBJ
scenity.
Those who sell books and plays
who make music and screen pictures
are not to blame for all this. 1t is the
public that buys, and it is the buyer
after all who sets the styles.
But the journalists still remains a
technical profession and most of
those who follow it are willing to sac
rifice the power for the charm and the
pleasant thraldom of it.
In these days of constant, caustic,
thoughtless criticism, when everybody
seems to think the worlds awry and
he's the man to fix it, the newspaper
comes in for more than it's share of
brickbats. It is a curious commentary
on whimsical human nature that the
larger and more complex the enter
prise to be undertaken, the reader are
some of the fixers to tackle the job
Nobody wants to reorganize Jones
corner grocery or revamp Bill Smiths
Ford but where is the man so lacking
in ambition and self confidence that
he can not edit big newspaper, man
age a hotel, reconstruct the economic
apparati of the United States govern
ment or operate the intricate machin-
cry of an organization like the Ana
conda company?
Strange that in an age in which the
world has moved with mighty strides
the caviller should find so large
and so sympathetic an audience for
his fallacies; strange that sane men
should watch the dreamers build cas-
Ties in the air on cobwebs of sophistry
The serpent of distrust seems to
have crept into the garden. Nothing
S right nothing is just, nothing is
'air. 1t is a worldwide epidemic.
People no longer trust their govern
nents, their public officials the effica-
y of the institutions they have them
elves created They do not, in fine,
rust themselves.
And yet through all the ages since
he world was young, no generation
las seen the progress we have wit
essed in the past so years not the
mere progress of science or art not
team, biography the airplane, the ra-
10, the development of electricity but
he great forces that have operated
III are operating toward tine advance
tent of the race.
sketch of life a century ago reads
Ike a story of the dark ages. Mean
lille in every land and in every cline
Mains have been riven, stubborn old
arriers of prejudice and tyranny
ave been broken down; humbleness
station is no longer a handicap to
Derty and opportunity. Thrones
I've crumbled; dictators and tyrants
I've been removed: wise and helpful
WIS have been established and the
I'm of human happiness immeasur-
'ly increased
Think of it! Half century stack
up against the history of time! And
t the world is reeking with discon-
nt more restless perhaps than at
" other time OF which we have any
cord.
Surely out of it all must come re-
neration of the true spirit Of hu-
unity. a pull back to old faiths and
ties and old anchors. Christianity
s withstood many an attack. 1t will
I falter now. When secular gov
lments fall to pieces there remain
. teachings of the Nazarene, the
idaments OF all decent human re-
ions and. underlying all the hate
the envy. all the prejudice ana
ision of the moment, there will yet
found the substance of kindly fei-
ship and understanding.
,r doubt not through the ages
one increasing purpose runs.
4 the thoughts Of men are widened
with the process of the suns