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SUNDAY, MARCH 29, 1914.

the common growth of MotherEarth

Suffices me-her tears, her mirth,Her humblest mirth and tears.

-Wordsworth.

OOKING UP"It's alsways morning

somewhere."

There is everything in springtime towaken the best there is in a man. Eventhe' uncertainty of the weather-pro-voking at times-cannot stifle thespringtime feeling. The earth's waken-ing stirs the human heart as well asthe heart of nature and there is to befound a spur to endeavor in the con-ditions which surround us.

Some men would laugh if they weretold that they fe6e the influence of

spring-such sentiment seems silly tothem. Yet in their hearts the spiritof springtime is at work. It is notposlsble to resist the influence. Butthese cynics are becoming, all thewhile, a more and more inconsiderablebody. They count for less and less,every year.The love of outdoors is inherent in

every man. He may smother that af-fection all that he can because hethinks it unmanly, but he cannot de-atroy it entirely. It is there and itstays there. The call of the woods andthe hills and the streams, the sum-mons of the blue sky, the fresh breeze,the trees and the birds-this is a crywhich finds responsive echo in everybreast. Nor is it unmanly to acknowl-edg it.

There's an uplift in outdoors that,consciously or unconsciously to our-selves, gets in its work upon us, evenif we are unwilling. The man whofinds his recreation and his rest inbeing out in the open, that man doeshimself more good ant. does his com-munity more good than the man whoseeks those things between walls.

No man can be out of doors withhis eyes open and not be better forit. His thoughts are cleaner, his bloodcourses more freely, his courage isgreater. It is the natural place for aman to be-out in the open, just asoften and as long as he can get thereand stay there.

And the benefit is not only mental

and moral. It is physical, as well. Ap-Petit; and digestion are bettered; theeye" clears and the sluggish pulse9l4ckens. The step becomes moreelastic. It is easier to smile than itwas, shut up indoors. Outdoors isthe best medicine there is. It is thecheapest, too.

And the appreciation of the value ofoutdoors is increasing; there are morepeople ail the while who find theirbeet enjoyment in getting out into theop .TM The automobile and the saddleborse "have contributed much to thisenlarged e* ment, but neither one ofthen) is necessary to that enjoyment.There is a lot of comfort and a greatdedl of benefit in going afoot.It is a great thing for the race that

thti love for outdoors as becomingstrbnger. With fathers and mothersgetting health and happiness in toeopen, there is a betttr prospect for thehUC ren" of today and of tomorrow.

With the children romping in the hills,ther- is apeurance of a sturdy gener-*tio•p uset ahead..A.d, bhee in western Montana, this

,outdoor influence is so unusually•Wt o so unspeakably beautifulthat we ae fortunate above all con-t 1o0mprri Ijn t he advantage which

bth p~e ours. Get out of doors andeapportEitty which is yours.t ei asst of it.

S -THE OPTIMIST.

MY BROTHER'S KEEPER

"Am I my brother's keeper?" It is a question :whlch Jbeen asked ever since the birth of man. Always it is askedby somebody who is seeking to evade responsibility. AWayit is the alibi offered by those who would dodge the iss~e.

I It is the cowardly defense of the guilty. The man who asksthis question may be classified at once as not right. i

A day or two ago, The Missoulian printed an official letterfrom the commissioner of Indian affairs. It was addressedpersonally to each of the six thousand employes of the bu-reau over which Mr. Sells presides iti Washington. It was;devoted to the consideration of the problem of suppressingthe sale of liquor to Indians. Its tone was lofty and its planewas high. The letter should be read by every man and wo-man, by every boy and girl. For its scope is wider than themere relation between booze and the red man. It takes inthe whole question of personal responsibility; it is an ablepresentation of the whiskey problem.

"I believe," says the letter, "that the greatest present men-ace to the American Indian is whiskey.. It does more to de-stroy his constitution and invite the ravages of disease thananything else. It does more to demoralize him as a man and,frequently, as a woman. It does more to make him an easyprey to the unscrupulous than everything else combined., IfI say nothing more to you tonight that leaves an impression,let it be this one thought: Let us save the American Indianfrom the curse of whiskey."

Commissioner Sells does not ignore the question of re-sponsibility, either. In the course of his letter, he says:"There is nothing that could induce me, since I have takenthe oath of office as commissioner of Indian affairs, to toucha single drop of any sort of intoxicating liquor, and this re-gardless of my attitude on the prohibition question."

There is the whole proposition. The primary purpose ofthe letter was, of course, to discuss with the employes of theIndian service the question of suppressing the sale of liquorto the Indians. And it carries out that purpose admirably.But with that phase of the letter we have no concern thismorning. We might comment upon what we' know, here inMissoula, of the failure of the attempts at suppression andwe might present the reasons, as they appear to us, for thisfailure. We might quote Judge Bourquin in connectionwith the use of stool-pigeons by the men who are Working,ostensibly, toward bringing about this suppression.

But the paragraphs of the Sells letter which we havequoted stand out so conspicuously from all the rest, that theyseem to us to have a broad bearing upon the general ques-tion of personal responsibility. And this is a great questionin itself.

Commissioner Sells might, with propriety, have omittedthe word, Indian, from the first quoted paragraph. All thathe alleges in connection with the mixture of whiskey andIndian might have been said with equal truth regarding theresults of the consumption of whiskey by any man, no mat-ter what the color of his skin. And his plea to save the In-dian from the curse of whiskey might, with equal propriety,have been made as to the saving of every man and woman,of every race and creed, from this very evil.

Commissioner Sells declares that, with the responsibilityof his official oath upon him, he would not touch a drop ofany intoxicating liquor. This is a responsibility whch shouldbe realized by every person in authority, no matter who heis or where he is. The father cannot reasonably preach tohis son against the use of liquor, if he himself drinks it. Theemployer cannot in fairness forbid his. employe the drink ofwhiskey which he himself takes.

Each man is his brother's keeper-each man knows in hisheart that he is. He may haltingly ask the question, but heknows the answer before he speaks the words. He knowsthat he is the Big Brother to every weaker one than he. Thisprinciple was established when Cain was driven into the wil-derness, banished for his crime-but more for his cowardlyevasion. Recognition of this principle is a belief in everyman's heart, no matter how zealously he may strive to dis-avow it.

The whole country is better for this letter of Commission-er Sells. It contains much excellent advice for the people inthe Indian department, but-more than that-it carries asermon to every man in every station. It is another answer,specially well put, to the ancient question, "Am I my broth-er's keeper?"

Conversations With "Con"By The Invader.

Butte, March 28. I,Mr. Editer, The Daily Meloussian, cWho hav never been rekwire to

trade at Compny Store Because he amchumps with Johnny R. Tool: r

"Con," I inftinerate to Honroble Cor-neliu$ F. Kelley, as I drop into Holyof Holies in Big Ship Sixt Floor lastweek at noon, "wen aml Johnny Mitch-ell going to Barberdoughs in his newyat?"

Capt. Damn Gay Stlvers, chief ofAmalgamutts Secretly Service, am inHoly of Holies, translately cody des-pitch from Honroble John d. Rine, whoam in New York as personal repsent-ativ Mr. Roy S. Alley. Capt. Damn amnot in hystericks of joy at my entrantsand scowl frightful, like he do atscore boy on rangely Rocky Rifle club,wen bully-eye white flag fail to comeup.

One of the gang."Go right on translately, Damn,"

Con dib to martial warrior. "FeeledMarshal Goto am recommend to me bySSlandered Oil Compny in Japan, asman to be trustfulness. Wat am thisfeebly poke at Honroble John Mitchell,Feeled Marshal?"

Here Con cross legs and shove pack-idge of Sweet Caporal across myhog-any bored.

"I see by Honroble Butte Daily IPose," I attributate, "that ideel condi-tions eggsist fn Butte, wich Mitchell 1onct investligately wile changing trainsat Short Line deepot."

"Amn't conditions not ideel inButte?" demand Corneliu$, with un-conaskunkable igaspression of counten-ance on face. "Am compny store die-allowed to flourish in Butte?"

Not that you could notice."Outside Ca. ltin's, wich do 90' per

oeat of mnlere' blznues, there ain't not

no compny store," I augustublate,crafty."Am Butte miner rekwlred to deel

in compny store in Butte?" ask Hon-roble Con, bristle.

"Excep that if his check don't comeback through Claflin's he'll get fired,he ain't not," I refinerate, with grinly."Do shify boss holdup bohunk in

Butte?" discontinue Boy Orator ofSliver Bow.

"Ask Dicky Kilroy. He am awthor-ty on graft by shifty bosses."

"Am Butte miner herded in fowl)dens at xhorbitunt rents?" orate Cor-nellh$.

"Call up Leip," I revise. "IHe roteit all up in late unlamented ButteEvening News."

"Do shifty bosses own nearlybysloons and can miners wot don't pat-ternize 'em?" scream Big Boss.

"You will find it all in EveningNews file," I repetulate. "Or Dickydoubtless can't remember wat he wroteat that time."

Wiges and prices."Ain't living here only twict wot in

am were wages am nearly same?"shout Con, dancing on myhoganybored.

"And rents only four times?" I chitY-ly in.

"Ain't best Wyomink cole sold hereI for twict wot in bring in Chicago-"

"With 1,200 poundly in every ton?""I see we are agreedly," collapse

Corneliu$. "Then wy poke fun atJohnny Mitchell's Ulogie., Can'tJohnny pick up a dollar or two onthe sidely without all the rat-facedJaps on earth buttingly in?"

Further inquries.r It developly, MIr. Editor, that for

t profound oboervationa on Buttet

Jonny w "YorkU

me mban r orf a Inus

tcabti a td prt ae on oa

udtei n nttes have boed-

lifoty ew Yot and a is thbcoeut

fldu' 4 "times; solemn.i'Put him in charge a f state depart-

ment."."That's ounny, Capt H don't nbet

know nothing of. rugs.""Maybe It's drug departig e bak" clip

in kWilt-wittedj Chief of secretly serv-

"Thast~t JA. He an awthort• wdrugs.He's full tlf 'em mOst of the Utme, allwardsh I gatherly, M Mr. diter, means

vhatisomn body at going tobe give aopu oblf .some kind, as-nbos of some-

thing wlch somebody else gef. sticked

to do.That primayy.Bowmanitls haody hwit town hard, in

disregard topresunt same to CoMary andame am dsgusted bump Whisngpers, oniy-

ly. It am Sir-mizedn.that •evered'Mare Looey iunkcy, am to be depost

for "Thalure toet t vt, and Hon't n

roble H. Hell Mawry, or some othergood 'socialist on fSixt Floor payrole,

made bossie.Wan returns amhiresulted, hoserety ser,Mr. Editer, socialists proahble will hetoundly doing biznuss at same oldplutand Honrobe kiJondnny Micky Guinof some-this' addleministraton as democratictore am too familius in minds intel-ligunt voter to p return to Old

Gang rule.Well and happy Mr. Editer, deceptthat disregy sx to resu a tpe Mawndry andI find night air from Hghlands per-edfinent to feet, but knowing yoU have

Wften been the same,sulted, howver,

MASHIHUIRA :GOTO.

CAPITAL'S FIRSTWOMAN BAILIFF

MISS SADYE ATLAS

Miss Sadye Atlas is the newly ap-pointed bailiff of the District of Co-lumbia's juvenile court and is thefirst one of her sex to hold such aposition in Washington. She is to bean active probation worker amongthe Hebrew children who come un-der the care of the court and will actas secretary of the judge, Besidesthese duties she will also act as in-terpreter when one is necessar:'

THE WORST IS YET TO COME

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t - the " 'l' +university by Bruce. e

hhore4 Servtice of theHopper is a memberof the ̀ )1017, a freshman. Htd orat and its,delivery wonl for hihfra tie 'T *t

or in e Buckl award, ivenby br, John .' Buckley " of Meoulaeach year. It is an oration w haswon' for Mr. Hopper the appreitiobof the newSpaper workers, as wellthat of the judges; " "

Througtout the 'aes w•e filnd reords of faithful service, -'f be~.olt,and of sacrifice. M' ldty anre the~" livthat have been oi'ed t "iL.the itof devoted patriotism, manycy are tiasunrewarded accomplisimeits, tny:.are the unhonored deeds of; ineptlegenius, But never; was there amtther

profession demanding so much andreturning so little 4tn' the way of

thanks as the piactice of every-dayjournalism. Physicians give up part oftheir sleep; clergymen sacrifice physi-cal comforts; but newspaper'men arecalled upon to sacrifice health, com-fort and their very life blood In serv-ice to you.

"Some are born to rule, and someare born to serve." This is the ee-sence of an- old proverb which losesits significance when applied to thisgiant moulder of puiic opinion. Not

)nly does the daily newspaper servethe public humblyiand faithfully, butit rules as the greatest power withinour nation save Christianity. The in-fluencd of journalism overshadows

that of our educational institutions,our political machinery and our in-ternal democracy. The newspaper isa stronger agent of assimilation thanthe school. It is the educator of thecommon people for whom compulsoryeducation is impossible, and has doneand is doing for the many what artand travel have done for the few. Wefind the newspaper today to be the

national storehouse of useful and sct-entific knowledge. It is to the Amer-ican reader what the Grecian oracleat Delphi was to the ancient Greek.

Six billion copies furnish the religion,the politics and the creed of the busyAmerican populace. In other words,the American newspaper is a power,since power is merely a knowledgeof events.

We are interested mostly in theprinciples of this public service andthe spirit of their profession. Wecould call them heroes, but heroismseems to be surrounded with militaryglamour in times of terror; we codidcall them geniuses, but genius is neverrecognized until the following gener-ation. They are just plain toilers ofthe press with a high order of mental

equipment, an uncommon versatility,and an exceptional initiative. Thespirit of the press is to stick-eternallystick! From editor to newsboy theyare links of a great machine, linksof an ever-revolving chain. Theirs isthe only great profession in which

the reward is not commercial. To seelife in all its phases, to obtain fas-cinating glimpses behind the sceneswhere big things are. being done, toparticipate in the world's work, tochampion the cause of the oppressed,and to voice the sentiment of- a na-tion-these are the rewards of journ-alism. Trained in the school of ac-curacy, instilled with the necessity ofkeen observation, and unconscioulyimbued with love of impersonal serv-ice, these men are the well preparedfor public life.

Go back to the French revolution.Who controlldd the people, whoswayed the masses? The journalists-with their denunciatory pamphlets.and every Frenchman eminent now incivil life began his career by writingfor the press. Most of our great menhave been connected with the pressin some way. William Jennings Bryanis still editor of the Commoner, de-spite his national office. WhitelawReid's work ,as a newspaper man ex-celled his achievements as ambas-sador. William Cullen Bryant was agreater journalist than a poet. Therewere many in the past decade-Joseph

BRUiCE HOPPER.,

Ptilter,', who "founded the school ofjournaisimm at CeSfumbia, Charles. Danawho wrote "If you see it in the Sun,it's true,!' besides Horace Greely, Wat-terson, Howells and many others. Thebiographies of our senators show whata great percentage of our lawmakerswere pplmarily newspaper men. Doesthis not suggest the press as a foun-dation for greatness?

Is greatness founded on sacrificeof honor? Then turn to newspaperranks for high degree, Go back eightyears to the San Francisco disaster.At the first shock of the fatal earth-quake that April nmorning, 1906, thenews centers in the lusiness districtcollapsed and commnunication with theoutside world was destroyed. Wireswere down, cables were severed andthe city seemed doomed to ,perishwithin itself without a single call ofdistress. It was then that Robert C.Johnson, a mere Associatei Press re-porter, came to the front. What didhe do? He set up a teipporary officeoutside the stricken portions of thecity, tapped the wires, and sent outthe first bulletins of the terrible dis-aster. Meantime on the heels of thequake came the sweeping fire. Con-fusion and chaos reigped supreme,buildings, were tumbling about him,and the fire surged over his frameprotedtion, but he stayed by the tele-graph key. His one thought was tosend out the news, and we, the out-side world, had the most completestory of a disaster ever given in soshort a time. Not a single dispatchwas signed. No one knew Johnson.The world hung breathless on hismessages off the burning wires, butfor him there was no glory, no honor,no'tribute. Similar incidents are trueof the Baltimore fire, the Galvestonflood, the civil war, or of late theScott tragedy at the south pole.

Can you imagine the fascinatingthrill experienced by night editorswhen the wires sounded the cry forhelp from the sinking Titanic? Seethe confusion of the night. Localcopy is abandoned. Reporters are as-signed to the White Star office, thepictures of passengers, obituaries andloss of life. The tension is at whiteheat: enthusiasm surges high; yet ac-curacy, accuracy, is in the cry of theeditor, in the dash of the copyreader'sblue pencil and in the fe' erish clickof the linotype machines.

We laud great authors, men whospend a lifetime on a book, yet whenthe big news broke-the Titanic sink-ing with 1,600 souls-we had a storywithin a few hours. There were pic-tures of the ship and commander, listof passengers, the career of CaptainSmith, a historical sketch of marinecatastrophes-everything of vital in-terest to the rushing American read-er. For these authors ther•n m ,..

4e big news stories in news- -S , view theam in the o .

light &f' l1terary merit, and you wiltbe cd5tted'to rank those graphici Rditates with the classics as

iliterature. As animated prd-ue oo a reled 6, they at .

,ed throughout the world: the an-uno thetivuality be-

glost in the g t ceiitrifugai mill

u read about Roanvelt's edashing

heard noir read of the correspn t-whlo brdave4 the fever-laden amap-ran the gauntlet of •panish shashootenrs, and swam the brt•etsacerors the inleti to send in a repostto `hins paper.lAt the destrtbtio n of Messina, Sic-wy, by darthquake and tidal wave' inDecember, 1908, Cotteli of rthe Associated Press rose from a sick bed, or-ganized an emergency corps and start-ed for the tuithed city. Under shimwere Howard Thoipsion of the Cubanand Reuseo aprnesr we are, oal Kelloggurlaned of the Turkish ward, For twoeekps these news seekers worked- d a

the ruins until 'exhausted by hungir.sending out to the world grim stofes6of destruction and death. They *ereunknown even to the newspapers ithwhicor te 'r stories were printed. Allwe know is that the disaster wascovered by the Associated Press.

Years ago when the wooden shipwas still the pride of the Americannavy, John P. Dunning an AssociatedPress reporter, went to Samoa, Ahprricane swept the islands, and "hun-dreds of American sailors Went downwith thpir ships, but in the midst ofthe storm was the correspondent, hisnews sense alert and his pencil furi-ously recording the details of thatterrible catastrophe. His name wasonheralded. Associated Press articlesare never signed, regardless of theheroism displayed in procuring thenews.

The reporter or correspondent loveshis work and rarely thinks of himselfwhile on an assignment, but of hispaper. It is enthusiasm that bearshim up. This is shown cleaily in theexperiences of that brilliant recorderof the Civil war battles-Henry Vil-lard. It was enthusiasm that sent Vl-lard into the battle 'of Charleston onboard the New Ironsides. Historyrecords how the captain and crewfaced the Confederate batteries,' andfought their way to glory throughRebel shells, but never a word aboutthe civilian clad newswriter on theshot-riddled deck.\ He. who enduredthe same hardships and' the same dan-ger, made famous the heroism of thecrew, but his own daring was un-fnown, his aown bravery unsung.

Such are the daily hazards of thereporters, such is the service theyrender, and such are the thanks metedout to them. What do they ask ofyou? Merely a fair appreciation oftheir honest effort to give' you thebest they have-their very life. Thejournalist endures the icy winds ofwinter, the scorching suns of burningsummer, raging stqrms and smokingguns, with a purpose. That purpose,like a river flowing to the sea, back-ing up persistently to flow over boul-ders in its course, is to serve you ef-ficiently and eternally. He is in de-mand everywhere, out climbing theice-covered rope ladder of an incomingAtlantic liner, visiting a plauge ship,trailing a murderer, or perhaps raidinggambling dens with the police, or evensearching the wilderness for lost mis-sionaries as Henry W. Stanley, of theNew York Herald, was sent in questof David Livingston. Go far nortnto the land of the Midnight Sun,among the Arctic blizzards and barrentundras-there you find the news-paper correspondent seeking inforhia-tion for you. Plunge into the heartof Darkest Africa, the haunts of thelion and 'the hippopotamus and youwill find him there with his camerasnapping pictures of wild beasts foryour pleasure in the Sunday morningedition. But what is the cost of this

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Did you ever stop to consider whatit means to publish every edition thatcomes to your door? Do you realizethat every line of type in world's newsis written in blood and unstrungnerves? Are you aware that theword "rush" is written all over theenticing headlines as you languidlyread them at the breakfast table?Think of the strain, the wastedstrength, and The overwork sustainedto produce that paper for you'. Yetfrom the tired editor to the half-cladnewsboy struggling through the snow,they are underpaid and unrewarded.What is left? Only that reward thatyou can give--our appreciation. Afterhonor and tribute have been heapedupon the head of the politician, afteryou have crowned the fearless soldierwith the laurel wreath, after you havesung the praises- of the explorer andthe aviator, can you not then turnwith the same spirit to that newspaperservant upon whose discretion, thefame of others rests, and honor him?Surely he is worthy of your-beet trib-t:tes, and responsive to your accla-mation. Surely careful thought onyours part would reveal the unlimiteddebt you owe the press for its serv-ice to you, the city, the state, andthe nation.

THE WIG.

Now, why did I buy it, I wonder?I must have been

+ crasy, I know;

But the' papers are ftll of the fashion.And the saleswoman flattered me so!

I dread for my husband to see it...He's certain to grumble and iAold

He used, in the days of our courtship,To liken my tresses to gold.

How Madge and Loulsa and Glady"And the rest of the women would

. starerIf I should appear in the tango,

Oh, earamelst out of my hair!But rIll bet they would go in convul-

salons e 'Of Jealousy over my rig,

And I guess, after all, that I'll-wear itTo spite them, my new purple wig.

-Miauia + ,Irwi

Aalfred utro has written a new play ' .for George'4 deu e,; salled 'f TVirtues,"