“Have a thirteenth floor in this building?” queries a part owner of one of the famous office buildings in New York. “Never! The thirteenth floor is sometimes difficult to rent; tenants would prefer to go higher or lower.“The thirteen hoodoo affects more otherwise sane men than is acknowledged. Many of the most famous business buildings in the country have no thirteenth floor—the fourteenth story follows the twelfth. By following this plan, we take the least risk. As the names of tenants are arranged alphabetically on the directory, the omission is seldom noticed.”—System.
“Have a thirteenth floor in this building?” queries a part owner of one of the famous office buildings in New York. “Never! The thirteenth floor is sometimes difficult to rent; tenants would prefer to go higher or lower.
“The thirteen hoodoo affects more otherwise sane men than is acknowledged. Many of the most famous business buildings in the country have no thirteenth floor—the fourteenth story follows the twelfth. By following this plan, we take the least risk. As the names of tenants are arranged alphabetically on the directory, the omission is seldom noticed.”—System.
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Thorn, Value of the—SeeCross, Glorious.
THOROUGHNESS
A prosperous Brooklyn manufacturer tells how a single watchword made him wealthy, besides helping him in his character. When a young man he started for Australia in a sailing vessel, intending to go into business there; but he became very weary of the slow and stormy voyage and half determined to leave the ship at a South American port and return home. He asked advice from an old man, who was one of his fellow passengers. The counsel he got was, “If you undertake to do a thing, do it.” He took the advice, and the motto also. In Australia he soon acquired twenty-five thousand dollars, which he brought back to this country and greatly increased by fidelity to the same ever-present watchword.
A prosperous Brooklyn manufacturer tells how a single watchword made him wealthy, besides helping him in his character. When a young man he started for Australia in a sailing vessel, intending to go into business there; but he became very weary of the slow and stormy voyage and half determined to leave the ship at a South American port and return home. He asked advice from an old man, who was one of his fellow passengers. The counsel he got was, “If you undertake to do a thing, do it.” He took the advice, and the motto also. In Australia he soon acquired twenty-five thousand dollars, which he brought back to this country and greatly increased by fidelity to the same ever-present watchword.
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If ever a literary success was earned by hard work, General Wallace earned it with “Ben Hur.” He first started the book as a novelette, which he intended to offer toHarper’s Magazine; but the story expanded until it far outgrew the original design, and occupied its author for seven years. Full as it is with the most graphic pictures of Palestine, it is difficult to realize that General Wallace had never been in that country when he wrote the novel. The general was recently asked how he accomplished such wonderful results, and replied as follows:“I doubt if any novel has ever had more careful studies for its background and life than those made for ‘Ben Hur.’ I knew that the novel would be criticized by men who had devoted their lives to Biblical lore, and I studied Palestine through maps and books. I read everything in the way of travel, scientific investigation, and geography. I had scores of maps and worked with them about me. My best guide was a relief map of Palestine made in Germany. This was hung on my wall, and by means of it I took my characters through the passes of the mountains and up and down the hills, measuring their daily travel by the scale of miles. I also made studies of the bird and animal life of the time and place.” (Text.)
If ever a literary success was earned by hard work, General Wallace earned it with “Ben Hur.” He first started the book as a novelette, which he intended to offer toHarper’s Magazine; but the story expanded until it far outgrew the original design, and occupied its author for seven years. Full as it is with the most graphic pictures of Palestine, it is difficult to realize that General Wallace had never been in that country when he wrote the novel. The general was recently asked how he accomplished such wonderful results, and replied as follows:
“I doubt if any novel has ever had more careful studies for its background and life than those made for ‘Ben Hur.’ I knew that the novel would be criticized by men who had devoted their lives to Biblical lore, and I studied Palestine through maps and books. I read everything in the way of travel, scientific investigation, and geography. I had scores of maps and worked with them about me. My best guide was a relief map of Palestine made in Germany. This was hung on my wall, and by means of it I took my characters through the passes of the mountains and up and down the hills, measuring their daily travel by the scale of miles. I also made studies of the bird and animal life of the time and place.” (Text.)
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THOROUGHNESS IMPOSSIBLE
Thoroughness is all right to talk about, but there is nothing that has been thoroughly done in this world, and it will be a good many years before anything will be thoroughly done. Talk about absolute thoroughness! It is nonsense! We may attain unto it as we attain unto perfection, but we might as well attempt to shoot the moon as to reach thoroughness or perfection in this world. Is there a single college graduate who knows thoroughly anything that he had studied in his college course? Take Latin, which the average college student studies seven solid years. What does he know when he gets through? Can he talk it? Can he even read an author which he has never before seen, with any degree of fluency and acceptability? Then take mathematics. How many students are thorough in it? We venture that the roll-call of college graduates who could be counted thorough in mathematics would be called in an extremely short space of time. Our ideals should be high. This is all right. We should aim at never doing anything in a half-way manner. But the tasks half done, the studies half learned, the books half read, and the work half accomplished constitute by far the largest portion of our lives.—School Journal.
Thoroughness is all right to talk about, but there is nothing that has been thoroughly done in this world, and it will be a good many years before anything will be thoroughly done. Talk about absolute thoroughness! It is nonsense! We may attain unto it as we attain unto perfection, but we might as well attempt to shoot the moon as to reach thoroughness or perfection in this world. Is there a single college graduate who knows thoroughly anything that he had studied in his college course? Take Latin, which the average college student studies seven solid years. What does he know when he gets through? Can he talk it? Can he even read an author which he has never before seen, with any degree of fluency and acceptability? Then take mathematics. How many students are thorough in it? We venture that the roll-call of college graduates who could be counted thorough in mathematics would be called in an extremely short space of time. Our ideals should be high. This is all right. We should aim at never doing anything in a half-way manner. But the tasks half done, the studies half learned, the books half read, and the work half accomplished constitute by far the largest portion of our lives.—School Journal.
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THOROUGHNESS IN PREPARATION
One of the remarkable characteristics displayed by Charles E. Hughes in the conduct of his important lawsuits conducted against great corporations on behalf of the people was his complete mastery of the facts entering into the cases. In regard to this characteristic, the following is illuminating as showing his painstaking preparation for his cases:
His habit of thorough preparation made him one of the most formidable trial lawyers in New York. When he went into court, he could usually defeat his adversary not only on the point directly at issue, but upon dozens of others that might come up correlatively. In his search for information he never limited his investigations to law-books. He was once called upon to defend a patent held by a company manufacturing a mechanical piano-player. He mastered all the law points involved, and then began to work on the mechanism itself. He had an instrument moved up to his house, and spent many hours playing upon it, taking it apart, and becoming entirely familiar with its mechanical details. When Mr. Hughes appeared in court, he confounded the experts by his familiarity with the technicalities involved and easily won his case.
His habit of thorough preparation made him one of the most formidable trial lawyers in New York. When he went into court, he could usually defeat his adversary not only on the point directly at issue, but upon dozens of others that might come up correlatively. In his search for information he never limited his investigations to law-books. He was once called upon to defend a patent held by a company manufacturing a mechanical piano-player. He mastered all the law points involved, and then began to work on the mechanism itself. He had an instrument moved up to his house, and spent many hours playing upon it, taking it apart, and becoming entirely familiar with its mechanical details. When Mr. Hughes appeared in court, he confounded the experts by his familiarity with the technicalities involved and easily won his case.
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THOROUGHNESS, LACK OF
There are jumping men who always hit the top bar with their heels and never quite clear it. There are women whose stitches always come out, and the buttons they sew on fly off on the mildest provocation. And there are other women who will use the same needle and thread, and you may tug away at their work on your coat or your waistcoat, and you can’t start a button in a generation! There are poets who never get beyond the first verse; orators who forget the next sentence, and sit down; gold-diggers who buy a pickax and stop there. There are painters whose studios are full of unpainted pictures. And if sluggards ever took good advice, what long processions we should constantly meet, slowly traveling on their way to the ant.—James T. Fields.
There are jumping men who always hit the top bar with their heels and never quite clear it. There are women whose stitches always come out, and the buttons they sew on fly off on the mildest provocation. And there are other women who will use the same needle and thread, and you may tug away at their work on your coat or your waistcoat, and you can’t start a button in a generation! There are poets who never get beyond the first verse; orators who forget the next sentence, and sit down; gold-diggers who buy a pickax and stop there. There are painters whose studios are full of unpainted pictures. And if sluggards ever took good advice, what long processions we should constantly meet, slowly traveling on their way to the ant.—James T. Fields.
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Thought Before Thing—SeeUtility as Theistic Evidence.
Thought, Progress of—SeeProgress Unfinished.
Thoughts, Beautiful—SeeLiterature as an Inspiration.
Thoughts from the Garden—SeeUpward Look.
Thrashing, the Effect of a Sound—SeeShaking-up.
Threat Ignored—SeeLoyalty.
Thrift—SeeWorth, Estimating.
Tides, Spiritual—SeeFlood Tide, Spiritual.
Ties—SeeChristian Unity.
TIME
In a recent address at Princeton University Gen. Horace Porter, ex-Ambassador to France, told of a chaplain at West Point who, on one occasion, facing his audience and about to begin his sermon, took out his watch and laying it down deliberately before him as a monitor, said: “In contemplating thethings of eternity, we must ever be mindful of time”; then proceeded with his discourse.
In a recent address at Princeton University Gen. Horace Porter, ex-Ambassador to France, told of a chaplain at West Point who, on one occasion, facing his audience and about to begin his sermon, took out his watch and laying it down deliberately before him as a monitor, said: “In contemplating thethings of eternity, we must ever be mindful of time”; then proceeded with his discourse.
There is a worldliness that tones and balances an other-worldliness.
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SeeLove and Time;Man, Slow Development of.
TIME A MONITOR
Mary Lowe Dickinson tells what we would do if we had only a day to live.
We should fill the hours with the sweetest things,If we had but a day;We should drink alone at the purest springsIn our upward way;We should love with a lifetime’s love in an hour,If our hours were few;We should rest, not for dreams, but for fresher powerTo be and to do.We should waste no moments in weak regretIf the day were but one;If what we remember and what we forgetWent out with the sun,We should from our clamorous selves set freeTo work or to pray,And to be what our Father would have us be,If we had but a day.
We should fill the hours with the sweetest things,If we had but a day;We should drink alone at the purest springsIn our upward way;We should love with a lifetime’s love in an hour,If our hours were few;We should rest, not for dreams, but for fresher powerTo be and to do.We should waste no moments in weak regretIf the day were but one;If what we remember and what we forgetWent out with the sun,We should from our clamorous selves set freeTo work or to pray,And to be what our Father would have us be,If we had but a day.
We should fill the hours with the sweetest things,If we had but a day;We should drink alone at the purest springsIn our upward way;We should love with a lifetime’s love in an hour,If our hours were few;We should rest, not for dreams, but for fresher powerTo be and to do.
We should fill the hours with the sweetest things,
If we had but a day;
We should drink alone at the purest springs
In our upward way;
We should love with a lifetime’s love in an hour,
If our hours were few;
We should rest, not for dreams, but for fresher power
To be and to do.
We should waste no moments in weak regretIf the day were but one;If what we remember and what we forgetWent out with the sun,We should from our clamorous selves set freeTo work or to pray,And to be what our Father would have us be,If we had but a day.
We should waste no moments in weak regret
If the day were but one;
If what we remember and what we forget
Went out with the sun,
We should from our clamorous selves set free
To work or to pray,
And to be what our Father would have us be,
If we had but a day.
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TIME BRINGS FORTUNE
Ten years ago Henry Brink, of Melrose, purchased a few thousand shares of stock in an Arizona gold-mine. In return for several hundred dollars he received a great bundle of beautiful green certificates handsomely engraved.After waiting in vain for the mine to become productive, and finally deciding that as an investor he was as green as his certificates, Brink smiled over his loss and papered his room with the souvenirs of his folly. As a mural decoration the stock was worth par.Now he has been informed that porcelain clay of rare quality has been discovered on the mine site and that his certificates in consequence were worth a fortune.—BostonJournal.
Ten years ago Henry Brink, of Melrose, purchased a few thousand shares of stock in an Arizona gold-mine. In return for several hundred dollars he received a great bundle of beautiful green certificates handsomely engraved.
After waiting in vain for the mine to become productive, and finally deciding that as an investor he was as green as his certificates, Brink smiled over his loss and papered his room with the souvenirs of his folly. As a mural decoration the stock was worth par.
Now he has been informed that porcelain clay of rare quality has been discovered on the mine site and that his certificates in consequence were worth a fortune.—BostonJournal.
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TIME, CHANGES OF
The way in which the passage of time alters our views and feelings is exprest in the following verses by Theodosia Garrison:
When I think sometimes of old griefs I had,Of sorrows that once seemed too harsh to bear,And youth’s resolve to never more be glad,I laugh—and do not care.When I think sometimes of the joy I knew,The gay, glad laughter ere my heart was wise,The trivial happiness that seemed so true,The tears are in my eyes.Time—Time the cynic—how he mocks us all!And yet to-day I can but think him right.Ah, heart, the old joy is so tragicalAnd the old grief so light.—The Reader Magazine.
When I think sometimes of old griefs I had,Of sorrows that once seemed too harsh to bear,And youth’s resolve to never more be glad,I laugh—and do not care.When I think sometimes of the joy I knew,The gay, glad laughter ere my heart was wise,The trivial happiness that seemed so true,The tears are in my eyes.Time—Time the cynic—how he mocks us all!And yet to-day I can but think him right.Ah, heart, the old joy is so tragicalAnd the old grief so light.—The Reader Magazine.
When I think sometimes of old griefs I had,Of sorrows that once seemed too harsh to bear,And youth’s resolve to never more be glad,I laugh—and do not care.
When I think sometimes of old griefs I had,
Of sorrows that once seemed too harsh to bear,
And youth’s resolve to never more be glad,
I laugh—and do not care.
When I think sometimes of the joy I knew,The gay, glad laughter ere my heart was wise,The trivial happiness that seemed so true,The tears are in my eyes.
When I think sometimes of the joy I knew,
The gay, glad laughter ere my heart was wise,
The trivial happiness that seemed so true,
The tears are in my eyes.
Time—Time the cynic—how he mocks us all!And yet to-day I can but think him right.Ah, heart, the old joy is so tragicalAnd the old grief so light.—The Reader Magazine.
Time—Time the cynic—how he mocks us all!
And yet to-day I can but think him right.
Ah, heart, the old joy is so tragical
And the old grief so light.
—The Reader Magazine.
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SeeMutation.
TIME ENOUGH
Joaquin Miller, “The Poet of the Sierras,” recently visited a friend in Boston whose literary taste runs largely to Emerson, Browning and Maeterlinck. This friend, saysLippincott’s Magazine, found the venerable poet in the library one afternoon deeply absorbed in a book.“What are you reading?” asked the Bostonian.“A novel by Bret Harte,” replied the poet.The Hubbite sniffed. “I can not see,” said he, “how an immortal being can waste his time with such stuff.”“Are you quite sure,” asked Miller, “that I am an immortal being?”“Why, of course you are,” was the unwary reply.“In that case,” responded the Californian grimly, “I don’t see why I should be so very economical of my time.”
Joaquin Miller, “The Poet of the Sierras,” recently visited a friend in Boston whose literary taste runs largely to Emerson, Browning and Maeterlinck. This friend, saysLippincott’s Magazine, found the venerable poet in the library one afternoon deeply absorbed in a book.
“What are you reading?” asked the Bostonian.
“A novel by Bret Harte,” replied the poet.
The Hubbite sniffed. “I can not see,” said he, “how an immortal being can waste his time with such stuff.”
“Are you quite sure,” asked Miller, “that I am an immortal being?”
“Why, of course you are,” was the unwary reply.
“In that case,” responded the Californian grimly, “I don’t see why I should be so very economical of my time.”
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TIME, IMPROVING
John Wesley’s toils as a preacher were interspaced with frequent islets of leisure. This man, who seemed to live in crowds, had yet in his life wide spaces of solitude. He preached to his five-o’clock-in-the-morning congregation, then mounted his horse, or stepped into his chaise, and rode or drove off to the next gathering. Betwixt the two crowds he had hours of solitude—to think, to read, to plan. He was the master, it may be added, of the perilous art of reading on horseback. His work itself was a physical tonic.—W. H. Fitchett, “Wesley and His Century.”
John Wesley’s toils as a preacher were interspaced with frequent islets of leisure. This man, who seemed to live in crowds, had yet in his life wide spaces of solitude. He preached to his five-o’clock-in-the-morning congregation, then mounted his horse, or stepped into his chaise, and rode or drove off to the next gathering. Betwixt the two crowds he had hours of solitude—to think, to read, to plan. He was the master, it may be added, of the perilous art of reading on horseback. His work itself was a physical tonic.—W. H. Fitchett, “Wesley and His Century.”
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TIME-KEEPING WITH FLOWERS
A curiosity among timepieces is a clock of flowers. It is well known that every blossom has its precise hour for opening its petals and for closing them. Some open at sunrise and close at sunset; but as a matter of fact, there is not an hour of the day nor of the night even but some flower begins or ends its period. In Pliny’s time forty-six such flowers were known. The number since then has very largely increased. From these a floral timepiece has been made.
A curiosity among timepieces is a clock of flowers. It is well known that every blossom has its precise hour for opening its petals and for closing them. Some open at sunrise and close at sunset; but as a matter of fact, there is not an hour of the day nor of the night even but some flower begins or ends its period. In Pliny’s time forty-six such flowers were known. The number since then has very largely increased. From these a floral timepiece has been made.
Man’s life and deeds, like these flowers, ought to keep God’s time.
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Time, Killing—SeeIdleness.
TIME PRECIOUS
Mere amusement, a pleasing invention to kill time, is not a high aim for a novel. Killing time is the worst kind of murder. Remember while we are killing it, it is surely killing us. We need no books to help us. Rather give us books that will enable us to make time live, so that every moment in life will bear its own blossom. Then will we value each hour as the miser does his golden disks, letting each slip through his fingers slowly and longingly, for its power and worth is known to him so well. Naturalism will never help us. Dredging stagnant ponds does not purify them. It merely sets the filth in circulation.—Book Chat.
Mere amusement, a pleasing invention to kill time, is not a high aim for a novel. Killing time is the worst kind of murder. Remember while we are killing it, it is surely killing us. We need no books to help us. Rather give us books that will enable us to make time live, so that every moment in life will bear its own blossom. Then will we value each hour as the miser does his golden disks, letting each slip through his fingers slowly and longingly, for its power and worth is known to him so well. Naturalism will never help us. Dredging stagnant ponds does not purify them. It merely sets the filth in circulation.—Book Chat.
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SeeNovels, Good and Bad.
Time, Redeeming—SeeKnowledge, Thirst for;Painstaking.
TIME SAVERS
Harry Harm, the son of a Columbia grocer, has found a practical use for a lot of carrier-pigeons. It used to take him half a day to gather orders, half a day to fill them, and half a day to deliver; but now, thanks to the pigeons, the work is done in one day. When Mr. Harm starts he takes a crate of pigeons along in his wagon, and after he secures a few orders he takes the duplicate order-slips, which are of thin paper, puts them in a tiny roll on a pigeon’s leg, and the bird is liberated. It at once flies to its loft at the store, where the clerks relieve it of its orders. This plan is followed until the man covers his entire route, and when he returns to the store the clerks have the goods ready for delivery.—PhiladelphiaPress.
Harry Harm, the son of a Columbia grocer, has found a practical use for a lot of carrier-pigeons. It used to take him half a day to gather orders, half a day to fill them, and half a day to deliver; but now, thanks to the pigeons, the work is done in one day. When Mr. Harm starts he takes a crate of pigeons along in his wagon, and after he secures a few orders he takes the duplicate order-slips, which are of thin paper, puts them in a tiny roll on a pigeon’s leg, and the bird is liberated. It at once flies to its loft at the store, where the clerks relieve it of its orders. This plan is followed until the man covers his entire route, and when he returns to the store the clerks have the goods ready for delivery.—PhiladelphiaPress.
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TIME, THE PRESENT
When I have time, so many things I’ll doTo make life happier and more fairFor those whose lives are crowded full with care;I’ll help to lift them up from their despair—When I have time.When I have time, the friend I love so wellShall know no more these weary toiling days;I’ll lead her feet in pleasant paths always,And cheer her heart with sweetest words of praise—When I have time.When you have time, the friend you loved so dearMay be beyond the reach of your intent;May never know that you so kindly meantTo fill her life with ever sweet content—When you had time.Now is the time. Ah, friend, no longer waitTo scatter loving smiles and words of cheerTo those around whose lives are now so drear;They may not need you in the coming year—Now is the time. (Text.)
When I have time, so many things I’ll doTo make life happier and more fairFor those whose lives are crowded full with care;I’ll help to lift them up from their despair—When I have time.When I have time, the friend I love so wellShall know no more these weary toiling days;I’ll lead her feet in pleasant paths always,And cheer her heart with sweetest words of praise—When I have time.When you have time, the friend you loved so dearMay be beyond the reach of your intent;May never know that you so kindly meantTo fill her life with ever sweet content—When you had time.Now is the time. Ah, friend, no longer waitTo scatter loving smiles and words of cheerTo those around whose lives are now so drear;They may not need you in the coming year—Now is the time. (Text.)
When I have time, so many things I’ll doTo make life happier and more fairFor those whose lives are crowded full with care;I’ll help to lift them up from their despair—When I have time.
When I have time, so many things I’ll do
To make life happier and more fair
For those whose lives are crowded full with care;
I’ll help to lift them up from their despair—
When I have time.
When I have time, the friend I love so wellShall know no more these weary toiling days;I’ll lead her feet in pleasant paths always,And cheer her heart with sweetest words of praise—When I have time.
When I have time, the friend I love so well
Shall know no more these weary toiling days;
I’ll lead her feet in pleasant paths always,
And cheer her heart with sweetest words of praise—
When I have time.
When you have time, the friend you loved so dearMay be beyond the reach of your intent;May never know that you so kindly meantTo fill her life with ever sweet content—When you had time.
When you have time, the friend you loved so dear
May be beyond the reach of your intent;
May never know that you so kindly meant
To fill her life with ever sweet content—
When you had time.
Now is the time. Ah, friend, no longer waitTo scatter loving smiles and words of cheerTo those around whose lives are now so drear;They may not need you in the coming year—Now is the time. (Text.)
Now is the time. Ah, friend, no longer wait
To scatter loving smiles and words of cheer
To those around whose lives are now so drear;
They may not need you in the coming year—
Now is the time. (Text.)
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Time too Short—SeeFame and Time.
TIMELINESS OF GOD
His wisdom is sublime;His heart supremely kind;God never is before His timeAnd never is behind. (Text.)
His wisdom is sublime;His heart supremely kind;God never is before His timeAnd never is behind. (Text.)
His wisdom is sublime;His heart supremely kind;God never is before His timeAnd never is behind. (Text.)
His wisdom is sublime;
His heart supremely kind;
God never is before His time
And never is behind. (Text.)
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TIMIDITY
May T. McKean, inZion’s Advocate, reports an acquaintance as saying to her:
I wish I could say the thoughts that come to me, but I could no more speak in a meeting than I could fly. I could not preside at even the smallest meeting. Indeed, I can scarcely make a motion in our own little circle. The sound of my own voice frightens me; it sounds queer and hollow and far off, and I forget everything I had in mind before. But, honestly, I believe I could be a more useful woman in Christ’s kingdom if I were not so timid. I guess I did not beginright. I was always afraid I would not say or do the right thing, and now I can not do anything. (Text.)
I wish I could say the thoughts that come to me, but I could no more speak in a meeting than I could fly. I could not preside at even the smallest meeting. Indeed, I can scarcely make a motion in our own little circle. The sound of my own voice frightens me; it sounds queer and hollow and far off, and I forget everything I had in mind before. But, honestly, I believe I could be a more useful woman in Christ’s kingdom if I were not so timid. I guess I did not beginright. I was always afraid I would not say or do the right thing, and now I can not do anything. (Text.)
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A master in Italian music was Arcangelo Corelli. He was once performing with Handel, and on another occasion with Scarlatti, in the presence of the King in Naples, when his cunning failed him and he made certain faults in execution which so chagrined the artist that he died broken-hearted from brooding over his mistakes.
A master in Italian music was Arcangelo Corelli. He was once performing with Handel, and on another occasion with Scarlatti, in the presence of the King in Naples, when his cunning failed him and he made certain faults in execution which so chagrined the artist that he died broken-hearted from brooding over his mistakes.
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SeeGenius Discounted;Self-consciousness;Tact.
Tipping—SeeRidicule, Apt.
Tithes—SeeGiving, Faithful.
Titles—SeeLabels, Misleading.
Toast, Witty—SeeWashington, George.
TOBACCO HABIT
Rev. W. F. Crafts is authority for the statement that four-fifths of the men who now fill positions of large responsibility in our land did not use tobacco before they were sixteen years of age, and even those who did, with three exceptions, mention the fact with regret.
Rev. W. F. Crafts is authority for the statement that four-fifths of the men who now fill positions of large responsibility in our land did not use tobacco before they were sixteen years of age, and even those who did, with three exceptions, mention the fact with regret.
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TO-DAY
The following is fromThe British Weekly:
Just this day in all I doTo be true;Little loaf takes little leaven;Duty for this day, not seven,That is all of earth and heaven,If we knew.Oh, how needlessly we gazeDown the days,Troubled for next week, next year,Overlooking now and here.“Heart, the only sure is near,”Wisdom says.Step by step, and day by day,All the way,So the pilgrim’s soul wins through,Finds each morn the strength to doAll God asks for me or you—This obey. (Text.)
Just this day in all I doTo be true;Little loaf takes little leaven;Duty for this day, not seven,That is all of earth and heaven,If we knew.Oh, how needlessly we gazeDown the days,Troubled for next week, next year,Overlooking now and here.“Heart, the only sure is near,”Wisdom says.Step by step, and day by day,All the way,So the pilgrim’s soul wins through,Finds each morn the strength to doAll God asks for me or you—This obey. (Text.)
Just this day in all I doTo be true;Little loaf takes little leaven;Duty for this day, not seven,That is all of earth and heaven,If we knew.
Just this day in all I do
To be true;
Little loaf takes little leaven;
Duty for this day, not seven,
That is all of earth and heaven,
If we knew.
Oh, how needlessly we gazeDown the days,Troubled for next week, next year,Overlooking now and here.“Heart, the only sure is near,”Wisdom says.
Oh, how needlessly we gaze
Down the days,
Troubled for next week, next year,
Overlooking now and here.
“Heart, the only sure is near,”
Wisdom says.
Step by step, and day by day,All the way,So the pilgrim’s soul wins through,Finds each morn the strength to doAll God asks for me or you—This obey. (Text.)
Step by step, and day by day,
All the way,
So the pilgrim’s soul wins through,
Finds each morn the strength to do
All God asks for me or you—
This obey. (Text.)
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TOIL ACCEPTED
An unidentified writer pens this brave poem:
I ask notWhen shall the day be done and rest come on;I pray notThat soon from me the “curse of toil” be gone;I seek notA sluggard’s couch with drowsy curtains drawn.But give meTime to fight the battle out as best I may;And give meStrength and place to labor still at evening’s gray;Then let meRest as one who toiled a-field through all the day.
I ask notWhen shall the day be done and rest come on;I pray notThat soon from me the “curse of toil” be gone;I seek notA sluggard’s couch with drowsy curtains drawn.But give meTime to fight the battle out as best I may;And give meStrength and place to labor still at evening’s gray;Then let meRest as one who toiled a-field through all the day.
I ask notWhen shall the day be done and rest come on;I pray notThat soon from me the “curse of toil” be gone;I seek notA sluggard’s couch with drowsy curtains drawn.But give meTime to fight the battle out as best I may;And give meStrength and place to labor still at evening’s gray;Then let meRest as one who toiled a-field through all the day.
I ask not
When shall the day be done and rest come on;
I pray not
That soon from me the “curse of toil” be gone;
I seek not
A sluggard’s couch with drowsy curtains drawn.
But give me
Time to fight the battle out as best I may;
And give me
Strength and place to labor still at evening’s gray;
Then let me
Rest as one who toiled a-field through all the day.
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TOIL AND PROVIDENCE
God helps those who help themselves.
It is common to attribute the great discoveries in science and industry to accident or sudden inspiration. But however suddenly discoveries are made, in some sense they are usually a result of long and patient toil and experimentation. Daguerre worked for many years trying to make the light print a likeness on glass or metal before an accidental hint gave him the clue.
It is common to attribute the great discoveries in science and industry to accident or sudden inspiration. But however suddenly discoveries are made, in some sense they are usually a result of long and patient toil and experimentation. Daguerre worked for many years trying to make the light print a likeness on glass or metal before an accidental hint gave him the clue.
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Toil and Study—SeeMissionary, A, in the Making.
TOKEN, VALUE OF A
The following incident appeared in a New York daily:
Bent with age but bright-eyed and alert, James Swift, eighty-four years old, was committed at his own request to the almshouse yesterday by Magistrate Krotel, sitting in Yorkville Court.“I’m goin’ to start for California just as soon as I come out of the almshouse,” Swift told the magistrate. The old man displayed a silver watch with copper chain, which, he said, was a perpetual pass over the Union Pacific Railroad. It had been given him as a token that he was one of the men engaged in the construction of the road, the presentation being made on the occasion of the driving of the last spike in May, 1866. All he had to do, he said, when he wanted to ride over the road was to show the timepiece to the conductor.
Bent with age but bright-eyed and alert, James Swift, eighty-four years old, was committed at his own request to the almshouse yesterday by Magistrate Krotel, sitting in Yorkville Court.
“I’m goin’ to start for California just as soon as I come out of the almshouse,” Swift told the magistrate. The old man displayed a silver watch with copper chain, which, he said, was a perpetual pass over the Union Pacific Railroad. It had been given him as a token that he was one of the men engaged in the construction of the road, the presentation being made on the occasion of the driving of the last spike in May, 1866. All he had to do, he said, when he wanted to ride over the road was to show the timepiece to the conductor.
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TO-MORROW, UNCERTAINTY OF
To-morrow? Shall the fleeting yearsAbide our questioning? They goAll heedless of our hopes and fears.To-morrow? ’Tis not ours to knowThat we again shall see the flowers.To-morrow is the gods’—but, oh,To-day is ours! (Text.)—Charles Edmund Merrill, Jr.,Scribner’sMagazine.
To-morrow? Shall the fleeting yearsAbide our questioning? They goAll heedless of our hopes and fears.To-morrow? ’Tis not ours to knowThat we again shall see the flowers.To-morrow is the gods’—but, oh,To-day is ours! (Text.)—Charles Edmund Merrill, Jr.,Scribner’sMagazine.
To-morrow? Shall the fleeting yearsAbide our questioning? They goAll heedless of our hopes and fears.To-morrow? ’Tis not ours to knowThat we again shall see the flowers.To-morrow is the gods’—but, oh,To-day is ours! (Text.)—Charles Edmund Merrill, Jr.,Scribner’sMagazine.
To-morrow? Shall the fleeting years
Abide our questioning? They go
All heedless of our hopes and fears.
To-morrow? ’Tis not ours to know
That we again shall see the flowers.
To-morrow is the gods’—but, oh,
To-day is ours! (Text.)
—Charles Edmund Merrill, Jr.,Scribner’sMagazine.
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TONGUE, A SWEARING
A long, long time ago, in the summer-time, a man was stung in the face by a bee. This made him mad, and he swore and swore and then swore again. The swear was so hot that his kettle of time boiled over and he wasted half an hour swearing at the bee. A friend who was sorry to hear him swear, said: “Jim, I am sorry for you. I think that bee might have stung you in a better place.” Again the kettle boiled over. “Where might it have stung me?” asked the swearer. “Why, it would have been better for you if it had stung you on the tip of your tongue.” Read the third chapter of James and then think of the need of a bee on the tip of the tongue—J. M. Farrar.
A long, long time ago, in the summer-time, a man was stung in the face by a bee. This made him mad, and he swore and swore and then swore again. The swear was so hot that his kettle of time boiled over and he wasted half an hour swearing at the bee. A friend who was sorry to hear him swear, said: “Jim, I am sorry for you. I think that bee might have stung you in a better place.” Again the kettle boiled over. “Where might it have stung me?” asked the swearer. “Why, it would have been better for you if it had stung you on the tip of your tongue.” Read the third chapter of James and then think of the need of a bee on the tip of the tongue—J. M. Farrar.
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TONGUE, THE
Would not the world be benefited by the surgery suggested in the following anecdote:
An old lady of his flock once called upon Dr. John Gill, a London preacher, with a grievance. The doctor’s neckbands were too long for her ideas of ministerial humility, and after a long harangue on the sin of pride, she intimated that she had brought a pair of scissors with her, and would be pleased if her dear pastor would permit her to cut them down to her notions of propriety.The doctor not only listened patiently, but handed over the offending white bands to be operated upon. When she had cut them to her satisfaction and returned the bits, it was the doctor’s turn. “Now,” said he, “you must do me a good turn also.” “Yes, that I will, doctor. What can it be?” “Well, you have something about you which is a deal too long and which causes me no end of trouble, and I should like to see it shorter.” “Indeed, dear sir, I will not hesitate. What is it? Here are the scissors; use them as you please.” “Come then,” said the sturdy divine; “good sister, put out your tongue.” (Text.)—Tit-Bits.
An old lady of his flock once called upon Dr. John Gill, a London preacher, with a grievance. The doctor’s neckbands were too long for her ideas of ministerial humility, and after a long harangue on the sin of pride, she intimated that she had brought a pair of scissors with her, and would be pleased if her dear pastor would permit her to cut them down to her notions of propriety.
The doctor not only listened patiently, but handed over the offending white bands to be operated upon. When she had cut them to her satisfaction and returned the bits, it was the doctor’s turn. “Now,” said he, “you must do me a good turn also.” “Yes, that I will, doctor. What can it be?” “Well, you have something about you which is a deal too long and which causes me no end of trouble, and I should like to see it shorter.” “Indeed, dear sir, I will not hesitate. What is it? Here are the scissors; use them as you please.” “Come then,” said the sturdy divine; “good sister, put out your tongue.” (Text.)—Tit-Bits.
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Sarcasm, ridicule, and all forms of bitter speech may be compared to the weapon described below:
The falarica, an ancient weapon, was a sort of javelin, consisting of a shaft of wood, with a long point of iron. This point was three feet long. Near the end were wound round the wooden shaft long bands of tow saturated with pitch and other combustibles, and this inflammable band was set on fire just before the javelin was thrown. As the missile flew the wind fanned the flames, and striking the shield of the soldier opposing it, it could not be pulled out and the shield was destroyed. (Text.)
The falarica, an ancient weapon, was a sort of javelin, consisting of a shaft of wood, with a long point of iron. This point was three feet long. Near the end were wound round the wooden shaft long bands of tow saturated with pitch and other combustibles, and this inflammable band was set on fire just before the javelin was thrown. As the missile flew the wind fanned the flames, and striking the shield of the soldier opposing it, it could not be pulled out and the shield was destroyed. (Text.)
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The words of James (3:8) about the “deadly poison” of the tongue when “set on fire of hell” are called to mind by the following caution:
You may keep your feet from slipping,And your hands from evil deeds,But to guard your tongue from tripping,What unceasing care it needs!Be you old or be you young,Oh, beware,Take good care,Of the tittle-tattle, tell-tale tongue!
You may keep your feet from slipping,And your hands from evil deeds,But to guard your tongue from tripping,What unceasing care it needs!Be you old or be you young,Oh, beware,Take good care,Of the tittle-tattle, tell-tale tongue!
You may keep your feet from slipping,And your hands from evil deeds,But to guard your tongue from tripping,What unceasing care it needs!Be you old or be you young,Oh, beware,Take good care,Of the tittle-tattle, tell-tale tongue!
You may keep your feet from slipping,
And your hands from evil deeds,
But to guard your tongue from tripping,
What unceasing care it needs!
Be you old or be you young,
Oh, beware,
Take good care,
Of the tittle-tattle, tell-tale tongue!
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TOOLS
Dr. David Gregg says:
Tool-makers are the powers in this world. The Jewish legend sets this into the light. When Solomon completed his great temple he prepared a luxurious feast to which he invited the artificers who had been employed in its construction. But in unveiling the throne, it was discovered that a stalwart smith, with his sledge-hammer, had usurped the place of honor at the king’s right hand. Whereupon the people made an outcry, and the guards rushed in to cut down the intruder. “Hold, let him speak,” commanded Solomon, “and explain if he can his great presumption.” “O King,” answered the smith, “thou hast invited to the banquet all the craftsmen but me. Yet how could these builders have reared the temple without the tools which I furnished?” “True,” exclaimed the king; “the seat of honor is his by right, and he shall hold it; for back of all great and effective work are tools.” What is said of the trades may be said of the professions. The best professional workis done, other things being equal, by those who command the best tools.
Tool-makers are the powers in this world. The Jewish legend sets this into the light. When Solomon completed his great temple he prepared a luxurious feast to which he invited the artificers who had been employed in its construction. But in unveiling the throne, it was discovered that a stalwart smith, with his sledge-hammer, had usurped the place of honor at the king’s right hand. Whereupon the people made an outcry, and the guards rushed in to cut down the intruder. “Hold, let him speak,” commanded Solomon, “and explain if he can his great presumption.” “O King,” answered the smith, “thou hast invited to the banquet all the craftsmen but me. Yet how could these builders have reared the temple without the tools which I furnished?” “True,” exclaimed the king; “the seat of honor is his by right, and he shall hold it; for back of all great and effective work are tools.” What is said of the trades may be said of the professions. The best professional workis done, other things being equal, by those who command the best tools.
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SeeGenius versus Tools.
Tools and Man—SeeMan a Creator.
TOOLS, MORAL
What matter a few troubles and pains now, if it is only the work of the chisel and hammer cutting away the hindering crust, to reveal the diamond?—J. R. Miller.
What matter a few troubles and pains now, if it is only the work of the chisel and hammer cutting away the hindering crust, to reveal the diamond?—J. R. Miller.
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Topics Tabooed—SeeTabooed Topics in the East.
TOTAL ABSTAINERS IN DEMAND
The other day I picked up a newspaper and, glancing over the advertisements for help, read as follows:“Wanted—A bartender. Must be a total abstainer. Apply,” etc.Is not that a curious advertisement? What should we think of such an advertisement in another line of business? How would an advertisement like this look?“Wanted—A barber who has never had his hair cut. Apply at the barbershop on the corner.”Or this?“Wanted—A salesman in a shoe-store. He must go barefooted while on duty. Apply at Bank’s shoe-store.”What other business finds it necessary or desirable to advertise for help pledged to make no use of the goods sold? Can it be that the liquor traffic finds it has wrought so great demoralization among its followers that it is forced to draw upon temperance or total abstinence “fanatics” in order to continue its business?—California Voice.
The other day I picked up a newspaper and, glancing over the advertisements for help, read as follows:
“Wanted—A bartender. Must be a total abstainer. Apply,” etc.
Is not that a curious advertisement? What should we think of such an advertisement in another line of business? How would an advertisement like this look?
“Wanted—A barber who has never had his hair cut. Apply at the barbershop on the corner.”
Or this?
“Wanted—A salesman in a shoe-store. He must go barefooted while on duty. Apply at Bank’s shoe-store.”
What other business finds it necessary or desirable to advertise for help pledged to make no use of the goods sold? Can it be that the liquor traffic finds it has wrought so great demoralization among its followers that it is forced to draw upon temperance or total abstinence “fanatics” in order to continue its business?—California Voice.
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SeeAbstainers Live Long.
Total Abstinence—SeePersonal Influence.
TOTAL ABSTINENCE, VALUE OF
Here is testimony from the medical examiners of prominent life insurance companies as to the value of abstinence from alcohol:
(1) I note that you ask whether or not we believe, other things being equal, that the use of alcoholic drinks is a personal handicap and increases the actuarial risk. In reply to this question we must certainly answer in the affirmative. There have been numerous articles written and numerous statistics compiled on the effect of total abstinence, and they show without question that the mortality experienced among total abstainers has been decidedly less than that experienced among moderate drinkers.(2) This company prefers total abstainers for insurance risks. This is from a selfish standpoint, as we are forced to believe they are better risks for the company. We are imprest by the large number of applicants living in the States of Alabama and Georgia who say they drank periodically or regularly before prohibition went into effect, but do not drink anything now. If prohibition in Alabama and Georgia and the “dry” counties of Indiana has done nothing else, it has made a difference in the answers given by applicants to this company.(3) We thoroughly agree with all authorities that the moderate use of alcohol tends to shorten life and increases the hazard incident to life insurance.—Prohibition Year Book.
(1) I note that you ask whether or not we believe, other things being equal, that the use of alcoholic drinks is a personal handicap and increases the actuarial risk. In reply to this question we must certainly answer in the affirmative. There have been numerous articles written and numerous statistics compiled on the effect of total abstinence, and they show without question that the mortality experienced among total abstainers has been decidedly less than that experienced among moderate drinkers.
(2) This company prefers total abstainers for insurance risks. This is from a selfish standpoint, as we are forced to believe they are better risks for the company. We are imprest by the large number of applicants living in the States of Alabama and Georgia who say they drank periodically or regularly before prohibition went into effect, but do not drink anything now. If prohibition in Alabama and Georgia and the “dry” counties of Indiana has done nothing else, it has made a difference in the answers given by applicants to this company.
(3) We thoroughly agree with all authorities that the moderate use of alcohol tends to shorten life and increases the hazard incident to life insurance.—Prohibition Year Book.
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SeeAbstainers Live Long.
Touch—SeeSympathy.
TOUCH, POWER OF
There is a legend, setting forth the power of touch, caught in the amber of old Greek pages. From their palace on Olympus, the gods looked down on barren fields. At last they sent Ceres down, clothing her with the power of touch. She touched the sand plain and it became a clover-field. She touched the bog and it became the spring that widened into a river. She touched the fallen log and it was clothed with moss and snow-drops. She touched a thorn-bush and it became an olive, and the brier ripened figs. Soon the gods, looking down, beheld hillsides soft with flush of grass and clustered food. Oh, wondrous power of the divine touch, setting forth the power of Christ and His disciples upon the souls of men. Jesus touched a prodigal, and he became a beautiful son; touched the Magdalen and she became a sweet saint and the angel of purity; touched the murderer and he became a hero, and dying, Jesus communicated the power of touch to His disciples. Peter and John touched three thousand enemies, and they became a church; touched slaves, gladiators, Roman soldiers, and they became disciples of righteousness and peace. And so the evangel of love spread, like a blest contagion.—N. D. Hillis.
There is a legend, setting forth the power of touch, caught in the amber of old Greek pages. From their palace on Olympus, the gods looked down on barren fields. At last they sent Ceres down, clothing her with the power of touch. She touched the sand plain and it became a clover-field. She touched the bog and it became the spring that widened into a river. She touched the fallen log and it was clothed with moss and snow-drops. She touched a thorn-bush and it became an olive, and the brier ripened figs. Soon the gods, looking down, beheld hillsides soft with flush of grass and clustered food. Oh, wondrous power of the divine touch, setting forth the power of Christ and His disciples upon the souls of men. Jesus touched a prodigal, and he became a beautiful son; touched the Magdalen and she became a sweet saint and the angel of purity; touched the murderer and he became a hero, and dying, Jesus communicated the power of touch to His disciples. Peter and John touched three thousand enemies, and they became a church; touched slaves, gladiators, Roman soldiers, and they became disciples of righteousness and peace. And so the evangel of love spread, like a blest contagion.—N. D. Hillis.
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TOUCHINESS, FOOLISH
Could any touchiness exceed that of Robert Duke of Normandy? According to Holinshed, the king, in trying on a new cloak, with a hood, and finding it too tight for him, directed that the garment should be taken to his brother (the duke), who was a smaller man. A slight rent, however, had been made in the garment, and the duke perceiving it, and hearing that the cloak had been tried on by the king, indignantly exclaimed, “Now I perceive I have lived too long, since my brother clothes me like an almsman in his cast-rent garments,” and refusing all food, starved himself to death.—LondonEvening Standard.
Could any touchiness exceed that of Robert Duke of Normandy? According to Holinshed, the king, in trying on a new cloak, with a hood, and finding it too tight for him, directed that the garment should be taken to his brother (the duke), who was a smaller man. A slight rent, however, had been made in the garment, and the duke perceiving it, and hearing that the cloak had been tried on by the king, indignantly exclaimed, “Now I perceive I have lived too long, since my brother clothes me like an almsman in his cast-rent garments,” and refusing all food, starved himself to death.—LondonEvening Standard.
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TOUGHNESS
The path of safety in the moral as in the physical realm is not so much the avoidance of risks as the training of the faculties to resist.
It is a question well worth considering what it is that makes the savage so hardy. He lives nearer to nature than does the civilized man, and that is the reason he is hardier, tougher, and more enduring. Civilized men have departed far from the natural order of life, and they are suffering the penalty—a shortened and a feeble life.Unfortunately, the majority of civilized human beings subject themselves to a hothouse regimen, apparently thinking that the most important thing in winter is to keep away the cold. A cold day is a dangerous thing to one who is not ready for it. January and February are deadly months to those who are not prepared for them. During these months many people are carried off by pneumonia. After people have reached the age of forty or fifty years, they are particularly susceptible to this disease, because of the lowered power of resistance. Toughness is the result of the body’s power of resistance. (Text.)—Dr.J. H. Kellogg,Good Health.
It is a question well worth considering what it is that makes the savage so hardy. He lives nearer to nature than does the civilized man, and that is the reason he is hardier, tougher, and more enduring. Civilized men have departed far from the natural order of life, and they are suffering the penalty—a shortened and a feeble life.
Unfortunately, the majority of civilized human beings subject themselves to a hothouse regimen, apparently thinking that the most important thing in winter is to keep away the cold. A cold day is a dangerous thing to one who is not ready for it. January and February are deadly months to those who are not prepared for them. During these months many people are carried off by pneumonia. After people have reached the age of forty or fifty years, they are particularly susceptible to this disease, because of the lowered power of resistance. Toughness is the result of the body’s power of resistance. (Text.)—Dr.J. H. Kellogg,Good Health.
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Trades Exempt from Disease—SeeDisease, Exemption from.
TRADITION
Custom makes laws harder to break than those of the land in which we may happen to live. It frequently happens that these laws are founded on experience, on mature judgment, on good sense, but occasionally they are founded on old superstitions which in other forms have passed away. Among the unfortunate customs that still linger is the habit of crippling the left hand.
If a child in shaking hands offers the left, the horrified mother or nurse at once corrects the blunder and apologizes for it to the bystanders. She does not know why she does this beyond the fact that “it is the custom”; she does not know that in medieval times the right hand was the “dextrous” hand, the hand of good faith, while the left was the “sinister” hand, the hand of bad faith. We have crystallized these beliefs in our present interpretation of these words; if we are “dextrous” we are doing things in a right-handed way, while the mildest meaning given to “sinister” is “unfortunate or awkward.” So the child is crippled in its left hand to conform to a custom which has been discarded and forgotten. (Text.)—The Medical Times.
If a child in shaking hands offers the left, the horrified mother or nurse at once corrects the blunder and apologizes for it to the bystanders. She does not know why she does this beyond the fact that “it is the custom”; she does not know that in medieval times the right hand was the “dextrous” hand, the hand of good faith, while the left was the “sinister” hand, the hand of bad faith. We have crystallized these beliefs in our present interpretation of these words; if we are “dextrous” we are doing things in a right-handed way, while the mildest meaning given to “sinister” is “unfortunate or awkward.” So the child is crippled in its left hand to conform to a custom which has been discarded and forgotten. (Text.)—The Medical Times.
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SeeCustom.
TRADITION, UNMEANING
One of the oldest customs in the navy and one that is often puzzling to the landsman is that of “saluting the quarter-deck.” Many have the hazy idea that the national colors are its object and that it is merely a naval fad. While to a certain extent it is a fad, it is one of hoary antiquity, being a survival of the days when a crucifix was placed on the stern of a ship and was always saluted as a matter of course. When the crucifix was taken away the old feeling still remained, and men continued to salute the place where it had been. The younger generation imitated their elders, and the salute became a habit and continues until this day, (Text.)
One of the oldest customs in the navy and one that is often puzzling to the landsman is that of “saluting the quarter-deck.” Many have the hazy idea that the national colors are its object and that it is merely a naval fad. While to a certain extent it is a fad, it is one of hoary antiquity, being a survival of the days when a crucifix was placed on the stern of a ship and was always saluted as a matter of course. When the crucifix was taken away the old feeling still remained, and men continued to salute the place where it had been. The younger generation imitated their elders, and the salute became a habit and continues until this day, (Text.)
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TRAINING
Commander Robert E. Peary was asked what training was necessary for arctic exploration work. This was his reply:
One can train for arctic exploration as one would train for a prize-fight. The training consists of good habits, with sound, healthy body as a basis to work on. One must be sound of wind and limb, to use the horseman’s phrase, and he must not be a quitter. That’s the kind of training that finds the pole. (Text.)
One can train for arctic exploration as one would train for a prize-fight. The training consists of good habits, with sound, healthy body as a basis to work on. One must be sound of wind and limb, to use the horseman’s phrase, and he must not be a quitter. That’s the kind of training that finds the pole. (Text.)
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There is little room, or only inferior positions in the world for men who are not trained, at least in some respects.
Look at the well-trained blacksmith; he goes across the shop, picks up the horse’s foot, takes a squint, returns to his anvil, forges the shoe, and it exactly fits the foot. Contrast him with the bungler who looks at the foot, then forges a shoe, then fits the foot to it, often to the ruin of a fine horse. Now, the fault lies in ever allowing himself to put a shoe on that is not in proper shape for the foot; he should determine to make the shoe fit the foot in place of the foot fitting the shoe, and he should follow it up until the object is accomplished. A very good way to discipline the mechanical eye is to first measure an inch with the eye, and then prove it with the rule, then measure a half inch, then an eighth, and so on, and you will soon be able to discover at a glance the difference between a twelfth and a sixteenth of an inch; then go to three inches, six, twelve, and so on. Some call this guessing; there is no guesswork about it. It is measuring with the eye and the mind. If you can not see things mechanically, do not blame the eye for it; it is no more to blame than the mouth is because we can not read, or the fingers because we can not write. Every occupation in life requires a mechanically-trained eye, and we should realize more than we do the great importance of properly training that organ.—Mining and Scientific Press.
Look at the well-trained blacksmith; he goes across the shop, picks up the horse’s foot, takes a squint, returns to his anvil, forges the shoe, and it exactly fits the foot. Contrast him with the bungler who looks at the foot, then forges a shoe, then fits the foot to it, often to the ruin of a fine horse. Now, the fault lies in ever allowing himself to put a shoe on that is not in proper shape for the foot; he should determine to make the shoe fit the foot in place of the foot fitting the shoe, and he should follow it up until the object is accomplished. A very good way to discipline the mechanical eye is to first measure an inch with the eye, and then prove it with the rule, then measure a half inch, then an eighth, and so on, and you will soon be able to discover at a glance the difference between a twelfth and a sixteenth of an inch; then go to three inches, six, twelve, and so on. Some call this guessing; there is no guesswork about it. It is measuring with the eye and the mind. If you can not see things mechanically, do not blame the eye for it; it is no more to blame than the mouth is because we can not read, or the fingers because we can not write. Every occupation in life requires a mechanically-trained eye, and we should realize more than we do the great importance of properly training that organ.—Mining and Scientific Press.
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