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Show Howe About: He Quit Smoking Satisfaction Hidden Treasure By ED HOWE WHEN a boy 1 lived In Salt Lake City, and one of the points of interest in-terest 'was Lion House, where Brig-ham Brig-ham Young wrangled with twenty wives. Lion House Is now a social center, where seventeen capable Instructors In-structors teach literature, art. home economics, one wife at a time, etc. This social center Is sponsored by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, as Is also a very creditable monthly magazine called the Improve ment Era. ... In which I read that one day a man called on the good Doctor Doc-tor Kellogg of Rattle Creek, when the following conversation took place: "I am sixty-five years old, and doctors doc-tors tell me I have only a year to live. What do you think about it?" "What's your name?" "Charles S. Keene." "What do you do?" "I'm vice president of the American Tobacco To-bacco company." "Smoke?" "Yes; ten or twelve cigars a day." "Well, quit that, and I'll promise you three or four years longer." (Mr. Keene quit, and lived twenty years; is now. In fact, a nuisance to his friends begging beg-ging them to quit smoking). I met an angry, disheveled, man today, to-day, and asked: "What's the trouble?" trou-ble?" He replied: "I'm not being treated right : I'm not satisfied." And I said: "1 have never known anyone who was satisfied; you are no exception. Calm down; you are neglecting neg-lecting your work to express Indignation, In-dignation, In addition to bothering others." I do not visit graveyards, except to attend the funerals of special spe-cial friends, but I should like to see there finally a tombstone bearing this inscription, as representing the man buried : "In Memory of a Man Who Is Satisfied" I am almost satisfied at eighty ; I hope to be entirely so within a few years. I've had my chance at the best there is In the best country In the world; In the most modern civilization. And I am not as tired of natural tasks as 1 am of ' the excited arguments of foolish men 1 unreasonably dissatisfied. : As far back as I can remember. : men have been looking for Captain i Kldd's hidden treasure. So far they 1 haven't found a penny, j Captain Kidd was a pirate, and worked so steadily at his trade it i is believed he had no time left for wine, women and song, and therefore ; buried his treasure. Lately the searchers for buried i treasure have been encouraged: a pot of buried money was actually found 1 In a Texas cotton field, put there by s MdnaiH-r; so another boom in I seeking treasure Is on. Where did I Samuel Insiill. Ivar Kruger. bury ttieir ill-gotten gains? j one pot of gold found In some i hundreds of years of search (anil that containing only a few hundred dol- iars) Is not much encouragement for buried treasure workers. Thieves at the end of their lives are nearly always al-ways poor; they have no treasure to bury. Only honot. capable and industrious indus-trious men are able to maintain strong boxes. I have long regarded Will Rogers as a good deal more of a philosopher than comedian; at present he Is the only writer widely read who has common com-mon sense. Nicholas Murray Puller Is equally wise, but has no circulation; his writing appears only In privately 1 circulated pamphlets. The present circulars sent out by banks, railroads, commercial clubs and business firms tirght as widl not be Issued at all ; the masses only read newspapers. . . The conservatives make a mistake In not buying space In all the newspapers, frankly labeling It advertising, and pleading daily for common sense In public affairs. The couserval ives have a strong ca-e. and plenty of men nble lo present It effectively, but for some strange reason refuse to go to the newspapers for a hearing. The cost would he much less than tin1 present plan of every Indignant man Issuing his own circular. There are plenty of conservatives to appeal to, but they read nothing hut gross radicalism. There Is one thing to the credit of dogs I have not seen mentioned by O. (). Mclntyre: a dog Is satisfied with his home. Ills home Is the best; he Is not always hinllng to the proprietor pro-prietor for more, and chasing tiff to the palaces nc! door hoping to lie adopted. We hear of the I'orgotlen Man. If there was but one. he could be easily relieved, hut there are millions of them; e cry man who does not hold a public Job of one kind or another has boon forgotten. A few thousand are being appointed to new public jobs dally, but It Is only a drop In the bucket. Sllerlns says In his memoirs he iini-u knew a philosopher who was tremendously tre-mendously ediicaled. After eight years In n university, he married, and, that nothing new might escape hint, read two books n day thereafter. This took up so much of his time tils wife and children were compelled to support li I in. Silerius adds that the wife of the philosopher once said to hi in that the only pi one she ever had out of her mnrrleil IKo wns Iwelvp years of blow hood. .0. I n IV r I -l 1 wvfvlW-nlo. WMI Hwrlo. I |