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Show BRIEFS FROM EXCHANGES. Make Decency Pay. How far wrong public sentiment is in regard to indecent plays may be estimated esti-mated from the comments made lately in our 3ecular and even in our religious publications on the president's rebuke to a shameless playwright. It should seem that the least a self-respecting person might do, when something obscene ob-scene is thrust upon his attention, would be to resent it or turn his back upon it; and yet for leaving a theatre in which immorality was wantonly displayed dis-played upon the stage Mr. Taft is praised prais-ed and held up as a model for respectable respecta-ble theatre-goers. No one, we Imagine, feels more surprised than his excellency that his action should be considered noteworthy of unusual. He was following follow-ing simnlv the nromDtines of a sense of decency, and no doubt he would expect every gentleman to do the same thing without need of example of model. . . . The trafficker in ascivious shows does not feel the rebuke that comes after the first act. The ticket office already has the seat money. The time to rebuke is before buying an entrance. If men and women generally would follow the same principles In paying for their theatrical pleasures as those which guide them in purchasing other commodities in life, the indecent performance would disappear disap-pear to a great extent, as it would not pay. America. Called. A Catholic priest has the clergymen of all other demnoinations heavily handicapped, han-dicapped, for his calling is a vocation. He never, never" thinks of the priesthood as a profession or a business; it is always al-ways surrounded by the vocational atmosphere. at-mosphere. God calls, and the priest obeys. It is a splendid thing, this vocational voca-tional aspect of the Catholic religious priest, monk or sister. If, at any time, a priest should ever begin to look upon his life work as a profession, as a some-think some-think like a profession like law, medicine medi-cine or even teaching, he is lost. Luckily, Luck-ily, no priest worthy of the name ever does think so. Catholic Times. The Ruin of Ivlany. The ease with which our young men can get a foothold on the lower rounds of the political ladder has been the ruin of many. Once there, they have not character enough to fight their way further up, while there is such a fascination fasci-nation in the political game that they are spoiled for decent effort in any other direction. Sacred Heart Review. No Place for Gabriel. H. K. Adair, the western detective, was discussing a Cleveland crime whereon he had failed. "I take ho shame to myself," said Mr. Adair, apologetically, "for having failed on this Cleveland matter. The Cleveland crooks, you know, are the best in the business." He relighted the stub of his cigar. "You know what John B. Gough said about Cleveland?" he continued, with a faint smile. "In taking 1 eave of the town Gough said, solemnly: " 'If the angel Gabriel happens to light in Cleveland there will be no resurrection, res-urrection, for some Cleveland crook will steal his trumpet before he can blow a single blast.' " , r , mumjui imp, win, nurni it;t I I X |