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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.
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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
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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. -
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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,