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JOHN PENDKW died of a broken heart. Sixty-four years he had worked for the
City; then he went on the pension rolL "I have nothing left to live for now," he
said to his son. No work, nothing to interest him, only dull, tedious, empty days
ahead. He grew listless and despondent. It was easier to let go of life than to hold on,
and so he died.
Sixty-four years of pitiless routine; pushed along through the colorless days by the
constant urge of his task that called him from his bed in the morning, sent him to his
lunch at noon, and back again to his home at night to eat and sleep that he might be
ready to repeat the same routine another day.
Faithful, hard-working John Pendew his body was a machine; his spirit. was in
chains. Born to be a prince and a ruler in the Kingdom of the Soul, with the breath
of the Living God in his nostrils, he forgot his birthright in the ceaseless grind of a
dull, tedious, monotonous, commonplace, routine. Free in the eyes of the law as a sover
eign citizen of America, he buried himself for three score years, an unresisting prisoner
in the narrow Dungeon of Humdrum.
Suddenly he was cast forth, and the world seemed empty to him. Time was his, with
nothing to do it in. 'the pleasant paths of leisure invited him; books and magazines
offered him the wisdom, the challenge, the inspiration of ages past and the greatest of
all ages the present; the hearts and souls of his wife and children were unknown
countries for him to explore; the greatest war of all the ages was calling millions of
his fellows into its fiery furnace and demanding the moral and material support of
every lover of humanity; the wide world with its myriad needs and fascinations, its
throbbing life and eager reach into the infinite, all were before him but he had "noth
ing to live for." Free to refresh his soul with the wonders of earth and heaven, he
pined for the old Dungeon of Humdrum, and died of "a broken heart."
The hope of America the hope of the World hangs on the greater
freedom of mankind. THE LITERARY DIGEST has sounded many ap-
peals to American citizenship, and always the quick response has come in
mighty volume. Now it sends its challenge to the workers in office, and
study, in the shop, and in the store, on the farm, and on the railroad,
throughout the Nation, to a fuller freedom and a larger life.
Work is the noblest activity of the human body when it is driven by
a soul inspired..
Work is the process by which things are done, whether in the realms
of human endeavor or in the universe of a wonder-working God.
Work translates thoughts and words into acts; wins victories in busi
ness, in politics, in the salvation of a world.
The work-places of America, where men and women strive in toil of
brain and hand, are the foundation of the Nation's strength, the assurance
of her safety, the promise of her power-
OR they are the festering sores in which her fatal disease grows and
spreads; they are the dreary prison houses of her people; they are the
threatening symptoms of her fall.
Which shall they be?
Men and women who love America, it depends on you. THE LITER
ARY DIGEST asks you to help lift the work of the Nation to a higher,
nobler, pleasanter plane. "Where there is no vision the people perish."
It is the business of THE LITERARY DIGEST to give American citizens a
richer, broader vision of the things worth while in life, of the relation
their personal work may bear to these things, of the opportunities Amer
ica and the world are offering in prodigal abundance to the workers
whose minds are informed and trained, and whose spirits have come out
from the slavery of the commonplace.
Three men are cutting stone up yonder in the Cathedral grounds.
"What are you doing, No. 1?" "I am working for $6.75 a day." "What
are you doing, No. 2?" "I am squaring this stone." "What are you doing,
No.' 3?" "I am helping to build that," and this worker, with mind reach
ing out beyond his toil, and with a noble spirit of partnership with the
best, points proudly up to the great unfinished Cathedral on the hill.
Two million American workers in business, in the professions, and the
trades, are illuminating their toil each week by the inspiration which THE
LITERARY DIGEST brings them every Saturday with its wealth of the
world's news and thought.
"What are you doing, Senator Brown?"
"I am studying the great problem of a League of Nations in order that I
may help to build a world peace. This nation-wide symposium in THE
LITERARY DIGEST is giving me hope of success."
"What are you doing, Governor Smith?"
'I am planning to organize the people of my State to save it from the
fearful disease of Bolshevism so vividly described in THE LITERARY
DIGEST this week."
"What are you doing, Professor Jones?"
"I am arranging to have my classes take up this historical study of
Poland, past and present, in THE LITERARY DIGEST, and the other
articles on "Nations in Rebirth," which THE DIGEST is miming, so that
our pupils may have their minds broadened by a knowledge of the great
events of the world's reconstruction, and may gain a sympathetic under
standing of their new brothers and sisters who are winning their liberties
in other lands."
"What are you doing, Pastor Seaton?"
"I am preparing to put up to my people, with all the power God will give
me, this serious challenge in THE LITERARY DIGEST for unity and con
secration in dealing with the great responsibilities of the Christian Church
at this critical moment."
"What are you doing, business man, lawyer, banker, shipper, mechanic,
farmer, housekeeper?"
"We are learning the facts of the world's activities, and studying the
opinions of the world's thinkers, as they affect our own busy lives; we are
finding out what America and the rest of the world need in this day of re
construction and readjustment; we are considering our part in the mighty
tasks of rebuilding the broken world, and enlarging our sphere of in
fluence. THE LITERARY DIGEST is telling us all these things every
week, and we find, as we read it, that life is full of things worth while,
and that we must have a very large share in its work and its rewards.'
"What are you doing, citizen of Portland and reader of this page?" The
answer is for you to make; but be assured that if you drink deep each
week of the strengthening tonic and impelling stimulant of THE LITER
ARY DIGEST, You Will Never Rot In the Dreary Dungeon of Humdrum.
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