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Show . i . . . .. . . ' V... ; a--jw- -v. ....,.. - ... ..,- No Port In a Storm "Our job," said n political leader the other day, "is to steer the ship of state safely into the port of prosperity." But, kind sir, there are no porta on the ocean of life; no safe harbors for ships of state or even lowly citizens. We are all afloat on the stream of time a shoreless current stretching ahead and back into the blackness of eternity. eter-nity. It is a nice, comforting idea that, if we will just drift 1 long as best we can, some day we shall turn up in a safe love somewhere; and that then we shall have to repair our looiioii lie craft. . ' But it's only a myth. Just now our craft rides the storm a bit waterlogged, ; with some of the crew out of commission, sails tattered : ami none too good seamanship on the bridge. There may, it is true, be better weather ahead but a wise seaman never counts on good weather. He keeps his I idiip trimmed and tight and trusts in skill and, experience, NUT in luck. j We may as well realize now that we have got to repair the old ship, storm or no storm, and do it in midocean ' unless we want to end upon the rocks of despair or the shoals of disaster. Just as long as we keep putting off the repairs and hoping, vainly, for a safe harbor, just so much leakier and j more battered will the old ship get. |