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About The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current | View Entire Issue (Feb. 4, 1917)
IS THE - SUNDAY OREGO?iTAN, PORTLAND, FEBRUARY 4, 1917. Yesterday Is O f f the Calendar, but All the Future Is Yours. The Golden Rule la the One Safe, Accurate Measure It Hasn't Cheated Yet. uiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiixiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I TO KEEP THE FAITH I 1 BY HERBERT KAUFMAN Courage is the quality which leads us to face circumstances we dread. I It has many aspects it finds expression not only on the battlefield and at the river brink 1 and in the midst of flame but flames as high before moral issues and in defeat and failure. 1 To accept public condemnation that a great idea may live. To dare convention for Progress' sake. To support a hated issue until its values are manifest. 1 1 To be just when justice works against advantage or compels the severing of fond ties. 1 To admit responsibility for an error or a felony or a fault with the certainty of suffering heavily for frankness. f 1 To apologize, without compulsion, for stultifying acts and derelictions. To speak the truth when lies spell safety. . v ; To eat crow without a whimper or a whine. To serve duty unflinchingly when betrayal of trust means enormous profit. To forego gain in hours of cruel necessity. To sacrifice interest for principle these, too, are valorous deeds. 1 There are silent failures which ensplendor the soul. 1 There are heroic moments in drab lives which only applauding conscience and the Golden Records know. You husky, stolid, stalwarts, without a nerve in your make-ups, who swing overhead there 1 on ominously poised girders and climb cathedral steeples and go down to loot the secrets of , the ocean's ooze yours is no bravery, for there is no fear involved. Despite the danger of the venture, we are merely reckless if we do not pay imagination J some toll of terror. ' ' What we find easy to do is never heroic. ' However theatrical the effect or appalling to the onlooker the adventure, unless the actor himself is alive to all the perils of the situation, he does not deserve the same respect and admira- tion which he should command if caution and selfishness had plead the alternate choice. 1 There are frail women all around you who splendidly prefer penury and toil, endure dire 1 needs, and refuse their hearts and bodies feasible comforts and ambitions who drudge when 1 they might luxuriate who hold need dearer than lavishness because " There are young physicians who gladly elect obscurity and stress rather than sully them- selves and their oath. , ; : There are struggling lawyers with daily chances to be free from debts which exist solely 1 because their standards are too clean to advocate repulsive and mean and tawdry causes. All who remain obscure and unnoted are not inferior ,to; the opportunities they have not 1 grasped. Opportunity sometimes reaches forth an unclean hand. Fortune proffers many a Judas 1 coin. , To the glory of God and Humanity, there are nameless multitudes who magnificently choose to keep the Faith. - r 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 m 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 m 1 1 1 1 m u 1 1 m u 1 1 1 : 1 1 n 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 m 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 : 1 1 m n i n 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 m 1 1 1 u n 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 m 1 1 1 m 1 1 1 1 m Verses f HerbcrtKaufman 5y k&w vnisa Caution is a virtue until it turns into a vise. You are holding in too tight. Don't you be so blamed precise. When you watch the losing side, think too what you can make. Don't forget the throttle it's as vital as the brake. If you're bent upon success, Play the part and quibble less. While you stand there hesi tating Wasting precious time debat ing Hamlet - like, deferring ac tion Dwelling on the adversed frac tion Opportunity keeps passing Splendid chances are amassing- . Risk a fumble. Dare a stumble, , You can get up if you tumble. To Certain Old Men THE American Medical Society recently held its annual meeting at Detroit. Young men predominated the session. Imagination and arter ies harden together and progress must be served by imagination. There is a point in every life at which the mind ceases to adventure. Then we be gin to live by what the past brought and taught us on our hoards of learn ing and earning. - Mere years do not bring wisdom. Incapacity grows hopeless with age. Once upon a time, we held differently and mainly measured medical abil ity by time. That's all changed, however. We realize that the future holds more secrets than the past ever revealed. Now, we demand the latest theories of practice the newest treatment of disease the younger men are finally getting their chance. Nothing more strongly attested that fact than the serious attention which their papers received at this National conference. One after another they took the rostrum, expounded their viewsand an nounced their discoveries. The nestors of the profession made their show ing, too the truly great are masterful to the end. But there was many a grizzled practitioner in that body who saw himself crowded in the back ground by the rising power of youth. One such turned to an elderly confrere after the explanation of a spe cially original treatment for certain classes of throat troubles and remarked, "This is the last meeting I shall attend. I feel like a back number and it hurts to be shoved to the sidelines." , The other smiled. "That's a foolish attitude. We did our share in our own day. All science is a relay race. The most that the best of us can do is to run our particular stretch efficiently. They merely take up where we leave of f, just as we began where our predecessors ceased. I refuse to rob myself of my part in the final victory. It is not the less mine because my lap came in midK!ourse. All human triumphs are cumulative." . Let every man embittered by the surrender of place find as sweet a phil osophy to console retirement. Good-Bye, Old Scout YOUNGSTERS nowadays don't have any real fun. They wear Sunday clothes all through the week and never go barefoot, even after a Summer rain. All the nearby swimming-holes have been filled in for suburban home-sites. Bridges are too high to fish from and, anyhow, the factories up yonder on the river have killed off the fish. Corner lots are built up or have sign boards around 'em, leaving no place for baseball and potato roasts. . Fussy folks with indigestion and grouches and old maids with perfectly useless substitutes for dogs have made the police stop hop-scotch on the sidewal And automobiles have driven "prisoner's base" off the streets. They don't even keep pups these new boys or pile up Autumn leaves and light bonfires on Halloween (oh, memory, can't you smell 'em burning in the sharp . October night!). Flags and Pirates and Bird Pictures aren't given away with cigarettes. Nobody collects tin tags or moon agates any more. Santa Claus is a "fake." An honest injun circus in a canvas tent hasn't struck town since the Lord knows when. And on top of everything else Buffalo Bill had to go and die. Believe Me, Bo! I BEEN readin' by the papers and I can't find nothin there On this preparation business that we started to prepare. You remember just about a year ago how all the mob Was insultin' one another to get busy on the job? The Leadin' Noise of Kankakee said that we needed cruisers If war came with the Navy then on hand, we'd sure be losers. The Loud Screams down in San Antone, the Big Yells 'round Seattle, xThe Spot Light Pets, the Drys and Wests all licked their chops for battle. Every town was out paradin', everybody chewed the rag. xen an' Janes was both crusadin' v,v-in' fists and hats and flags. More or less, a million letters went to Congress every day, "Get the Army and the Navy into shape or, on your way." Of all the boys wh6 made the noise, did one per cent come through? I'd like to know the ones who joined the Guard that . promised to. Where "are the forts for all our ports, the airships, guns and such Have we made good like real guys should? Believe Me, Bo not much! I'm a roughneck, so excuse me, if I say just what I Lhinl:, But from what I see, it looks to me preparing on the blink. We gassed a lot, then passed the pot and left our chips right there. Have you seen anybody even startin' to prepare? I'm a hick, I don't know nothin', and I may be right or wrong, But as far as preparation goes, we don't seem to belong. "Lest We Forget" MOST of the men behind the iood game are grad uates of poverty. Their own struggles from wage to welfare taught them the bigness of little money to poor folk. They cannot possibly forget the importance of dimes and nickels to minor clerks and unskilled laborers. These .folk predominate in every community, and through very bulk of numbers are the main contributors to Extortion's profits. The guilty parties may sophistically insist that they do not deal with the consumer, but the consumer always pays the bill. The excess must be passed on by every operator in the chain of distribution. They may seek to hold the retailer responsible, but he can't exist without a fixed percentage of profit, and is conse quently forced to secure from his customers the mer ciless tax for which he is an innocent agent. The blame and the shame for the most of the high cost of living belongs solely to the avaricious rascals with whom it started. They can offer no valid plea for consideration. The ' jails are filled with men who haven't hurt the com munity half so much. It would be a sad commentary on our character if we do not fittingly answer their challenge of a law which specifically designates them as criminals. Those of us whose incomes are merely annoyed by penny snatching must not forget that strength owes a helping hand to weakness. Tenement children are being sent to school on bread and water; families are half starv ing on recently adequate wages, only because America is generally selfish and will not make a determined stand for relief. Even if the pinch isn't hard enough to hurt your purse, remember the multitude. Fifth Avenues can stand the gaff, but First Avenues can't. COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY HERBERT Ki. CFMAJT. GREAT BRITAIN ASD ALL OTHER RIGHTS RESERVED,
