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Show Passing Chimes. By Jamos Barton Adams. SAY IT NOW. In the daily whirl of the busy world, in its racket and rush and rout, If you've anything good to say of a man, don't hositate; speak it out! If your admiration has been aroused by his actions, ac-tions, his noble deeds, If you see the fruits of his daily work as he scatters scat-ters the modest seeds, Don't hide your approval In selfish way, don't put a lock on your tongue, Don't quell the music of well-earned praise and leave the sweet song unsung, But tell to the world what a worthy man he is" while he yet is here, For compliments never can raise a thrill of joy in a death-stilled ear. If you see a man in the field of life doing battle for the oppressed, Uplifting burdens from stooping forms, relieving the sore distressed, With a hand outstretched to the needy ones, bending bend-ing over the weak who fall, And showing by every word and act that his heart is beating for all, Don't say to yourself he's a worthy man and silently si-lently pass him by With a formal nod and approving grunt and a caroless glance of the eye, But give him a shake of a friendly hand and a ' word of approving praise, For appreciation often fans the. flame that keeps ambition ablaze. There are modest men upon every hand who never were known to shirk When the voice of duty was hoard to sound the cry for heroic work, Who live close up to the Golden. Rule, In all that the Rule implies, And carry their hearts in their open hands, their souls in their honest eyes, And the world oft gives them a passing look, but never a voice is heard, To sound in their ears a mood of praise, encourage encour-age them with a word, But when they are cold In the grasp of death, their virtues are sounded sigh, And their worth emblazoned on marble slab for the eyes of the passers by. Alas! too many ne'er speak a word In praise of a man till tho soul has lied, Then soothe the outs of tho conscience sword By throwing boquets at the dead. A Montana woman has just married tho same man for the third time, and tho Washington Post is glad to observe that she does not harbor the ridiculous prejudice against tho third term. A requisition has been received at Washington for a shipment of Morris chairs for Panama canal can-al use. Perhaps to add to the comfort of the many congressional committees that junket down there to see how "things is corain' on." The "sea serpent" seen in tho ristoi channel "with large sunken eyes enveloped in a hairy flap," may have been but an anarchist in swim-min'. swim-min'. He praised the lustre of her hair Beat Venus' a mile And when she hung it on a chair That night she had to smile. Another of Utah's sons aas gone forth into the World of Caricature and made good; also some of the other stuff that helps wonderfully In the expense ex-pense account. Jack Sears, who Is well remembered remem-bered by local wielders of pen and brush, has just returned from the center to which all American celebrities sooner or later gravitate. Here for j a rest after a battle of three years for rank and ' distinction among noted black -line artists. While in New York Jack aspired to no trail-in-the-rut position i but took quickly to the lead of the profession and returns to- his home J only after attaining a position among fiji the nation's foremost cartoonists. For ;s two years Mr. Sears has acted as w head cartoonist on the New York Morning Tele-graph, Tele-graph, a paper that has a national reputation for that particular feature. In this situation he also furnished ideas for contributors to Judge, Life, Puck and many other publications. In recent issues of Judge in particular, as well as many othor journals that feature comics, the name of Jack Soars frequently attached to drawing draw-ing of sufficient merit to claim a place among the efforts of the experts and his work as a rule has been classed with the staff topnotchers. We print herewith a reproduction of one of Mr. Soars' original drawings, portraying the "Old Bum," a very familiar springtime type of near human being, that Infests the parks of the metropolis. me-tropolis. Mr. Sears has devoted most of his attention to character work of this sort, but has also developed de-veloped ingenuity enough to make himself creator of the "Indian Kid," and "Snowball" '.comic series, ser-ies, both of which have been tremendous hits in the East, and will be featured next winter in a number of the big Eastern papers. It is to complete com-plete this work that Mr. Soars Is to spend the summer here at home, where there Is at least diversion while one works, and those who have watched the ascent of this talented young artist and atrongestto predict for him a bright future tn the field of his calling. "The Old Bum." |
