The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-02-02
Magic Waves Of Brotherhood

1t very dark and stl ou.Sdo. The stars
were distant, twnking pinholcs in monster black
velvet curtain that covered the sky. Beneath them
the countryside lay silent and white, and the wind
that had disturbed the afternoon had gone urchine
ever the horizon to rest
But although the air seemed - still it was in
reality full Of activity. Impalabe waves and
currents, not t, be detected by any Of mans senses.
coursed back and forth in the darkness. They
swept field and river and forest alike, undis
turbed only when they struck fine coils and
loops Of thin wrc sunningly arranged.
These wires translated them, gave them body.
Instead of being invisible, mysterious currents,
they became music, laughter, words of greeting and
strains Of distant trumpets - and the man in the
Iowa farmhouse the Atlanta apartment entered
into communication with brothers on the other side
of the world
Old stuff, already. We have come face to face
with too many miracles to be amazed We can
perhaps find it in our hearts to doubt that Laza-
rus, being dead lived again; but that the Song Of
a violin played in Edinburgh is heard in all its
sweetness in Louisville seems only a common
place
And yet the miracle of radio is useful to
Useful aside from the fact that it makes the
poorest drudge earth master Of the worlds
greatest music by virtue Of his possession of a
because it prepares the way, in minds, for a
much greater miracle that is t. come.
This new miracle that is to come is like radio in
that it operates in ways that seldom recognize
and understand. Mysterious waves transmit
it from nation to nation, in spite of high peaked
mountains and frost bound seas; but customs Off
Gals it.
What is it Nothing-and everything; the stead
lily growing cver-rsing Of the brotherhood Of
man and the unity cf human peoples.
1t has been centuries on the way. Sometimes the
going has been hard and for generations the nvsi-
Bile waves Of sympathy between man and man have
seemed dead; but at other times they flow in
mighty floods. that send a bastlle topping or drag
the car of all the Russas down to everlasting
oblivion. The crackle of muskets ca Bunker Hill
sent them throbbing the Atlantic; Garibaldi
put vgor into thcm the rope that hanged old
John Brown gave them an extra pulse of life
And always, bit by bit, the force Of these waves
increases. Dimly, and little by little, we come to
realize that kindness and neighborliness and toler-
will yet lap the whole earth and give peace,
harmony and happiness without limit 1t may be
still a dream, but it is dream that will come true.
This is our new miracle the slow, steady
spread of those of human understanding and
brotherhood. Before it the radio pales to thing
fit for children. The other marvels of inventive
skill = the great machines, tho cunningly devised
instruments, the shining towers and the soaring
airplanes--they also are insignificant
For if we hope greatly, and endure greatly, AMI
love greatlywe know that day this weary
old earth will become in very truth, the heaven
that we have visioned it, and will 60 spinning down
the corridors CT limtless space with chorus of
laughter and song answer for the distant
twinkling of million kindly stars.