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Show t j Cburci) Universal s Sowing the Wind. The throngs of men and boys that in I nil our larger cities, are now being harangued by Socialist agitators; the many daily, weekly and monthly publications publi-cations devoted to the propaganda Gf i the cause of socialism: the persistent, V1 unconcealed efforts of its leaders to capture the farmer's vote as veil as to gain control of the labor movement, are proof of the rapid spread, if not of socialism, at least of Socialist ideas, in the United States. The wind is being J ( sown for a whirlwind whose destruc-s destruc-s " yk liveness may make war seem like f j : child's play. With many citizens soil so-il cialism excites no alarm; its advocates t are regarded as mere tbeorizers. more f ridiculous than dangerous. But one has l nly to listen attentively to Socialist r agitators to learn that with many of I them socialism and anarchism are the1 same thing. And the larger their audience audi-ence grows, the bolder they seem to become in denouncing "the established : order." . There is no excuse for ignorance igno-rance as to what the leaders of the Socialist So-cialist movement in this country desire find demand. The principles for which they stand may be known for the asking. ask-ing. They make no concealment of the means at their disposal for the spread of the movement. One hundred and twenty nfive paid organizers are constantly con-stantly on the road sending itemized reports weekly to the Chicago headquarters; head-quarters; every night in the year between be-tween three and four thousand meetings meet-ings are being harangued by Socialist agitators, and it is estimated that the periodicals of the party now reach between be-tween two and three million readers. Ave Maria. Entertainment vs. Religion. Truly the ministers are not at a losa in these sensational times for topics to talk about on Sundays. It is hard for us to believe that their congregations go to church to pray and to worship nod. So much that is irrevelant to religion re-ligion is introduced into their services how can they denominate it petition, rraise or thanksgiving to God? It is as if people would be entertained at church, if they are to come at all. Are the people getting what they want, not what they need? And whose is the I , V fault? . . . Here are some soul-sup--' J porting subjects treated of on last Sun- ifi flay: "Tolstoi, the Man and His Mes- J sage," "The Measure of Our Selfhood," 4V "The Universal Force," "The Industrial 1 4 Problem: Iabor Unions," "The Dreams ft of Heroes," "The Touch of Red," "Some -a. Important Questions of the Day," k . f "True Patriotism." "Keep Your Win-""""""V Win-""""""V ' dows Open." "Governor Hughes and the "rooks." "Personal Liberty: What?" "The Universal Mind." What do you T- - think about it, you Catholics who went j t oMass last Sunday and heard the : . Gospel preached, just as you hear Mass and listen to the Word of God every Sunday? What do you think of these ministers and their congregations, who take themselves so seriously and who think that you and the rest 'of mankind man-kind are going astray? Would you stand for it? And if you did, would you call yourselves "Christians?" The Tablet, Tab-let, Brooklyn. Profanity. A repulsive feature of contemporary life is our reckless profanity. The vice 1s not confined to the "tough" element, but is iudulged in by "respectable" people. peo-ple. The name of God is outraged by oaths and imprecations quite as a matter mat-ter of course and without The excuse of anger or excitement. The sacred name f Jesus Christ is a byword which are not according to the second Commandment. Command-ment. Profanity is a sin, and profanity is ungentlemanly. One can understand why boys, who imagine that it is manly, man-ly, indulge in it. One can understand ; how a man, under the influence of deep feeling, might now and then find ordinary ordi-nary language inadequate to the situation, situ-ation, though this rather palliates than excuses. But that a man In the regular regu-lar intercourse of life should season discourse with oaths and curses is a strange and founl thing. The growth of Holy Name societies throughout the country is an encouraging sign. It is a matter which ought to appeal to every sincerely Catholic man, this crusade against blasphemy. "Thou shalt not take the name 6f the Lord thy God in vain, for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that shall take the name of the Lord his God in vain." The New World. 'Tis Best to Forget. The mean things others have said about you. ' The injury any person has done you. . The mistakes you have made in the past, except as they may warn you in -' future. j The kindness you have tried to do ..thers. The days when you were better off than you are now. The promises other people have made to you. H The ill-natured gossip you have heard """V concerning others. I The secrets entrusted to your confl- donee. The worry that hinders your happi-!v-oJ ness. London Weekly. Cardinal Gibbons and the McGoni-gle McGoni-gle Twins. (Baltimore Sun. Oct. 19.) Twins, a days old. are among the prominent members of St. Mary Star of . the Sea Catholiachurch today, fol-! fol-! lowing a great demonstration given Cardinal Gibbons by that congregation i ; yesterday, when he administered con firmation there. Honored by a parade of 1,200 men and r.OO boys, who met him at the outposts of the parish and escorted him through the streets to the church, the cardinal sprang a surprise upon Mr. and Mrs. Joseph P. McGonigle, 124S William street, parents of the twins, when, after learning of their presence, he resolved to baptize them as a method of showing his appreciation for- the honor due him by the congregation. N Nothing, perhaps, could have pleased r J the congregation more; and the twins. I lying in their little trundle beds all un- i f conscious of their rise to fame, are act- i nig perfectly natural. When the twins f Tvcn; brought to the cardinal he took each in his arms and, asking what names had been selected for them, was told that the boy was to be James Gib- bons McoGnigle. V This seemed to please the cardinal. He then took both of the children under his especial patronage, and now very year a little golden medal from him will find its way to them. The congregation regards the twins as blessed souvenirs of what they say is one of the greatest days the Catholics of South Baltimore have had. Police Commissioner and Mrs. John 1?. A. Whettle were godparents fori James Gibbons McGonigle. Mr. John G. Wehage, organist of the church, and (Miss Louise Wehage were sponsors for the girl, who was named Louise Weh- age McGonigle. Mrs. McGonigle was formerly Miss Margcrv V. Newman, principal of No. 10 Grammar school. Mr. and Mrs. McGonigle have been blessed previously with twins, and on hearing this the cardinal remarked: "No wonder the Star of the Sea parish par-ish is so flourishing." Bev. John T. Whelan. pastor , of the church, affectionately known as "the Big White Father of South Baltimore," reminded the cardinal that babies were much more popular in that section than lap dogs, and the famuos prelate smiled approvingly. Sublime Mission of the Press. H appears to be the consensus of opinion opin-ion that the troubles which have come Upon the Catholics of France are due in some measure to the lack of a strong, vigilant, outspoken Catholic press. It niust not be supposed, however, that this fact has been recently discovered. Long before the breaking of the storm which swept away the rights of the church in France, far-sighted French Catholics saw the need of an influential Catholic press. They saw that modern conditions demand that the altar and the pulpit must have an auxiliary in the press. Through the press come some of the most insidious assaults upon the church, and through the same agency must defense be made. Men of forethought saw and appreciated this fact in France a generation ago, but unfortunately the necessary steps for the establishment and maintenance of a vigorous Catholic press was not takert. Thirty years ago. for instance, M. Baudon, president of the St. Vincent de Paul society, in writing for the Catholics of France, expressed himself as follows; "The importance of the press is not understood enough by the faithful. They look to the building of churches, to the founding of communities, to the multiplying of homes for orphans and poor, all clearly necessary works, but they forget that over and above these needs there is another which the pressure pres-sure of facts makes first of all it is the extension of the Catholic press, at least in certain countries, of which France is one. for if the Catholic press is not supported, encouraged, elevated to the height of its sublime mission, then the churches, if not burned, will be empty, the religious communities will be expelled and the homes for orphans and poor nay, the very schools themselves them-selves will be taken from the religion that founded them." M. Baudon's words have proved prophetic, pro-phetic, in France at least. What is their value as a prophecy with respect to conditions in other countries? Here In the United States at present we simply revel in freedom, but what of the future? What bulwark are we erecting against tides of atheism, socialism so-cialism and destruction? Are we sufficiently suf-ficiently alive to the importance of the Catholic press as a weapon of defense? We know very well that we are not. We know very well that what M. Baudon Bau-don so fittingly describes as the "sublime "su-blime mission of the Catholic press appeals to but a limited number of those who should be the first to see that the work of presenting Catholic truth through the medium of the press is a work of the utmost importance to the present and future of the church in America, Sacred Heart Review. Cause for Wrath, An editor was sitting in his office one day when a man entered whose brow was clouded with thunder. Fiercely seizing a chair, he slammed his hat on the table and sat down. "Are jou the editor?" he asked. "Yes." "Can you read and write?" "Of course." "Read that, then." he said, thrusting at the editor an envelope with an inscription in-scription on it. " ." said the editor, trying to spell it out. "That's not a B. it's an S," said the man. "Well, it looks like. 'Salt for Dinners.' or 'Soul for Sinners.' " "No, sir." replied the man. "It's my name Samuel Brunners. I knew you couldn't read. I called to see you about that poem of mine you prined the other day, entitled 'The Surcease' of Sorrow.' Sor-row.' " "I don't remember it." said the editor. "Of course you don't, because it went into the paper under the villainous title "Smearoase Tomorrow.' " "A blunder of the compositor. I suppose." sup-pose." "Yes. sir! and that is what I am here to see you about. The way In which the poem was mutilated was simply scandalous. scan-dalous. I haven't slept a night since. It exposes me to derision. People think me a fool. (The editor coughed.) Let me show you. This first line, when I wrote it. read this way: " 'Lying by a weeping willow underneath under-neath a gentle slope.' This is beautiful and poetic. Now, how did your vile sheet represent it to the public? 'Lying to a weeping widow, I induced her to elope.' " 'Weeping widow.' mind you. 'A widow! Oh, thunder and lightning! This is too much." "It's very hard, sir, very hard." said the editor. "Then take the fifth verse. In the original manuscript it said, plain as day: 'Take away the jingling money. It is only glittering dross.' In its printed form you make me say: 'Take away the tingling money; put some flies in for the boss.' By George! I feeel liking attacking somebody with your fire shovel. But. oh. look at the sixth verse I write: 'I'm weary of the tossing ocean as it heaves." "When I opened up your paper and saw the lines transformed into 'I'm wearing out my trousers till they are open at the knees," I thought that was taking it an inch too far. I fancy that I I have a right to murder that compositor. compos-itor. Where is he?" "He is out just now." said the editor. "Come in tomorrow." "I will." said the poetically inclined individual, "'and I will come armed." IF. If any little word of mine May make a life the brighter, If any little song of mine May make a heart lighter: God help me speak the little word, And take my bit of singing And drop it in some lonely vale To set the echoes ringing. If any little love of mine May make a life the sweeter. If any little care of mine May make a friend's fly fleeter, If any lift of mine may ease The burden of another, God give me love and care and strength To help my toiling brother. Selected. "Did you hear that the daughter of that rich man in the next street hail been driven from home?" "No! When did it happen?" "Just after she got into the carriage." The Singing Stars. They sweep out of the centuries, the stars that journey high They trace the path of ages, of eternities eter-nities gone b,y; They move, through seeming .silences across the field of night And fling along the leagues of space their flames of living light: But somewhere in the heart of things no wall of silence bars And in a wondrous cadence rings the singing of the stars. A thousand thousand stars there be, and thousand thousands more, . To fleck the skies we may not see, to gleam in heaven's floor. And they go jewelling the years, these lustrous gems of time The stars that glow where no man peers what yon, long heights they climb: The hazy, distant dust of light by unknown un-known suns bepearled Sing on forever through the night that shrouds another world. The stars whose song we cannot hear they roll through reahns unknown; un-known; Adown the ages, clean and clear, they send their marvel-tone. And none may know the melody they are decreed to -bear Into the centuries to be. from centuries that were. For they know neither time nor space. beginning, halt nor end But we who dumbly mark and trace, we cannot comprehend. They sweep out of the centuries, the stars that come and go. They mirror the eternal sens whose age-tides ebb and flow And always, always as they run,-they touch the chords of time. And star and star and sun and sun make harmony sublime. For while long dead creations slept the stars have journeyed on . And with their primal chant have kept the drumbeat of the dawn. J , Chicago Post. THE INSTINCT OF GENTLENESS. The instinct of self control, or gentle- i ness. of consideration and forethought and quick sympathy, which go to make up what we call good breeding: the absence ab-sence of noise and hurry, the thousand and one little ways by wmch we can please people, or avoid displeasing them are all taught us by our own hearts. Good manners are the fipe flowers of civilization. And everybody can have them. I always say that one of the best bred men of my acquaintance is Mr. Jarvis. the mason. 1- have known him to come out of a cistern to speak to me. dressed in overalls and a flannel flan-nel shirt; and his bow and his mariner and the politeness of his address would have done credit to any gentleman in the world. Susan Coolidge. The Game. Let's laugh at the world and its sorrow, sor-row, Let's laugh at the world and its woes Don't bother about the tomorrow Let each day suffice as it goes. Bad tempers just rile up the liver To weep only reddens the eyes To evils of earth just don't give a Brief hour, for the time, how it flies! This life isj?o short, 'tis a pity To fill every minute with grief; Brace up! smile again and look pret-tv Gay faces are such a relief! Why fancy that you're a conductor Of misery, malice and sin? Don't give up the ship till you've chucked a Good bluff and indulged in a grin. The burden you carry, good fellow, Is not so much bigger than mine. But why show a streak of the yellow? A thoroughbred will not repine. We're here in the game! It's your ante! Now draw to the strength of your hand. A man must stay in if he can't he Is shy the ingredient sard. Brooklyn Life. Did You Ever Think. That 'a kind word put out at interest inter-est brings back an enormous percentage percent-age of love and appreciation? That though a loving thought may not seem to be appreciated, ithas yet made you better and braver" because of it? That the little acts of kindness and thoughtfulness day by day are really greater than one immense act of goodness good-ness once a year? That to be always polite to the people at home is not only more ladylike, but more refined than having "company manners?" That to learn to talk pleasantly about nothing in particular is a great art, and prevents you saying things that you may regret? That to judge anybody by his or her personal appearance stamps you as not only ignorant, but vulgar? Land of Heart's Deesire. Where is the land of the heart's desire? The land where men cease to mourn? Does it rest in the west where the suns expire, Or east where the suns are born? Is it hidden deep where gold rivers flow ? I? it high aloft where the sleep winds blow? Or is it between, where the laurels grow This land of the heart's desire? Where is the land of the heart's desire? The land of a hope fulfilled? Goes one forth to the north Avhere the hills are higher? - Or south where the fields are tilled? Is its vastness the stretch of two clinging cling-ing arms? Are its peaks of achievements above - alarms? Or ar vales of oblivion the chiefest charms Of the land of the heart's desire? ( Where is the land of the heart's desire? Of what use that the sage should say? So near by that the eye and the soul aspire. Yet a lifetime meeting of earth and sky; A little beyond where the marsh lights die; Where the desert's mirage waters lie Is the land of the heart's desire! Channing Pollock. Difficulty Is Opportunity. Difficulty is opportunity. One may boast of having done a difficult thing easily, but no one wants to boast of doing as easy thing. There is no credit in making easy things difficult, although al-though some modern technicians seem to think so. Von Buelow, speaking of a certain musician, said: "He has a technique that enables htm to perform the simplest passages with the greatest great-est difficulty." But there is credit in conquering difficult things until they can be done with ease. Said a Sunday school teacher' "I have just taken a class of boys from ten to twelve years of age which their teacher has given up because she can't do anything with them. Now is my opportunity." That teacher was a success before she began, be-gan, for she saw that opportunity lies, not in the easy, but in the difficult task. - A THOUGHT FOR TODAY. If there be good in that I wrought. Thy hand compelled it. Master, Thine; Where I have' failed to meet Thy thought, I know, through Thee the blame is mine. Kipling. "Congratulations." The best congratulatory thing for the Catholic press is a subscription. It grows tiresome to read all the neat things said of the Catholic press in many and divers quarters, the resolutions resolu-tions of support of Catholic societies, the "perpetual mission in the parish," the terrible things that have happened to French Catholics who neglected their Catholic press, the wonderful achievements achieve-ments of German Catholics, since they supported and spread their Catholic press. All" this is good, splendid, reads well and uplifts the Catholic thought in the heart. The subscription is the thing, the only thing, that will make the Catholic press pulsate with life, vigor and vim. Words but beat the empty air. Words are always thick as leaves in fall, the subscription is rather rare. Pittsburg Catholic. Rest. Thick is the darkness-Sunward. darkness-Sunward. O sunward! Rough is the highway Onward, still onward! Down harbors surely Each of the shadows. Facing us somewhere Spread the sweet meadows. Upward and forward! Time will retsore us; Light is above us. Rest is before us. A Long Sleep. Little things frequently illustrate the English view of American geograph very picturesquely. An Englishman hadj taken the Pacific express at Philadelphia, Phila-delphia, and, feeling tired, had retired to his berth. Just before he went to sleep he happened to remember that he had forgotten something, so he put his head out between the curtains and called: "Portah. portah!" The porter came. "What is it sir " he said. "Please wake me when we get to San Francisco, you know?" Who He Was. Irvin Cobb tells a story of a little, weary negro who went into a resort in Natchez, displayed a large roll of bills and bought a drink. As he was paying for it another negro ne-gro came in, very large and very black. He looked at the little man and said: "Niggah, whar you git all dat money?" "Bah-tendah," said the little negro, by way of a reply. "Ah think Ah shall tek a bottle of dat-ah stuff. 'Pears quite satisfyin' tuh me." "Niggah," roared the big one, "whar you git dat money? I ast you. I's the town bully, I is. I follow bullyin' foh a trade. Whar you git it?" The little negro began stuffing the money back into his pockets. "Seems to me." he mused. "I ain't got 'nun! pockets to hold all mah wealth." The big negro jumped at the little one. "You hear what I said?" he demanded. de-manded. "I's the town bully an' I wanter know whar you git all dat money?" mon-ey?" Quick as a flash the little negro up-percut up-percut the big one, catching him on the point of the jaw and knocking him down. In a moment the big negro revived re-vived enough to look up from the floor and ask humbly: "Niggah, who is you, anyhow?" "Why," replied the little one, blowing blow-ing his knuckles, "I's th' pusson you thought you wuz when you come in." Saturday Evening Post. WHY CONDEMN? O why should we mortals our fellows condemn? Have we not erring natures like them? Having rich blessings from our brother broth-er denied, Should we manifest tyranny or the spirit of pride? Should we not these blessings to others oth-ers impart Which shall link us together heart to heart? We surely, if honest, will freely admit There's none of us worthy in judgment judg-ment to sit. From our daily failures and trials we learn With hearts full of tenderness pity to -' turn To cheer and to comfort all under the sun, There's none of us perfect, "no, not one." Sana Vincent. Some Planks in Dooley's Platform. Following are a few gems from the platform, as "Dooley" writes: "We favor fa-vor an income tax, an' incomes suitable suit-able to support th' same in proper state. We believe in rural free delivery. Ivry farmer shud have his bills on th' first iv th month. On th' currency question we have an impression that we have said enough. Annywan who Wishes to know our opinyons on this momentous question can look thim up in th' tiles iv th' papers iv twelve years ago, an' may he lose his eyesight doin' it. An' finally, an' this is where v;e come in sthrong, we denounce an" deplore de-plore al an' slv'ral th' policies iv th' administration now dhrawin' to a close. Undher this rejeem poverty has increased in-creased ontil it is now powerful beyond th dhreams iv avarice, th' laborers is no longer worthy iv his hire, or wasn't ontil a little while ago; fortunes have become swollen until they bust: th' courts are no longer th' refuge Iv th' poor and oppressed, but what they were intended to be." Not a Bad Argument. We note with pleasure that Dr. Felix Adler of New York, speaking' before the Moral Education Congress in London, Lon-don, gave as. the result of his thirty years of experience in the teaching of morals the following judgment: "That moral education was inseparable from religion and that it could not be imparted im-parted solely by oral teaching. The personal per-sonal example of the teacher was also necessary." Not a bad argument for the Catholic school. The Pilot. Then and There. When prayers are asked in church for the speedy recovery or happy death of the sick of the parish, does anybody so pray? If priests and people then and there prayed for that intention, as is done in eome churches, wouldn't the custom of calling for such prayers mean something? Catholic Columbian. ...... . 9'. ...... |