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Editorial
Oklahoma Leader
Features
OKLAHOMA LEADER
Published ever, day cic.pl Sumta, by The Oklahoma U*d,r Co.
Oscar Ameringer
Dan I logan
John Hagel
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Editors
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Entered as second claw man mailer June A, 1918. thfR7* OBt °
at Oklahoma City Oklahoma, under the Act of March i. ,
WE SHALL PURIFY THE TEMPLE
About 1900 years ago, a sandal shod, unshaven aesthetic
named Jesus, whose birth will be celebrated tomorrow, rode
into Jerusalem on the foal of an ass. He went to the temp It
where his people were wont to offer sacrifices in obedience to
the Jewish law. In the temple there had gathered the agents
and operators of the money trust who made large sums in
exchanging the money which the thousands of worshipers
brought, for that which was only acceptable to those who
sold the sacrificial lambs and doves. 1 he profiteers were
there also. They had organized. The priests would accept
only such birds and animals as these dealers held for sale,
and, of course, they were not modest in the prices demanded
for them. A devout Jew who with his family, had traveled
hundreds of miles to secure oneness with the Heavenly Father,
usually found himself completely penniless when these rogues
had done with him.
Into this babel of protesting victims, voicing their detesta-
tion of the small coterie of plunderers who stood between them
and salvation, the Son 01 Mary walked, and for once gave
evidence of righteous anger, when he overturned^ the tallies
of the money changers, drove the profiteers into the street,
exclaiming: "Ye have made my Father's house a den ot
thieves."
Tomorrow hundreds of millions of people will think of a
time in the morning while the stars are yet alive, of an humble
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ARTHUR BRISBANE
Let Us Unseat The Sultans
stable in the outskirts of a little town in Palestine, of a manger
filled with straw in which reposed a new born baby whose
parents, on their way to pay tribute to the conquerors of
Israel, had been crowded out of the village inn and were com-
pelled to lodge in a stable. They will think of the star, em-
blematic of the Truth which is to unite the world, and of
the three wise men who,journeyed from the west, from the
north and the south toward the east, to meet and greet the
BY BENNETT LARSON. I joct to the whim of his capitalist em-
Moulay Ismail was a powerful and ployer.
bloodthirsty sultan of Mograb, Mo- President Adams, in discussing the
rocco, who ruled about throe cen- question of chattel slavery, is quoted
turies ago. We are told that his as having said: "What does it matter
favorite pastime was to behed with a whether you own the man and give
single stroke of his sword a poor him bis food and clothing for his
slave who held the stirrup while he labor, or whether you free him and
mounted his horse. give him a wage with which he buys
Such a system of absolute power bis food and clothing himself?"
... ti* j <r and its exercise cannot last forever, Nevertheless political liberty means
One who wa8 to deliver the world from sorrow and SU ter g. j)ecilUBe m0Bt people, even though something. It means at least that
sultans. I Labor still holds the stirrup while
We have made some progress over the judges, the legislators, the wage
those conditions; our proceedings are boards, the presidents, the sultans of
less crude, more refined. It is a long capitalism mount to power. That
way from the chattel slave, whose stirrup is the ballot, and no sooner
life was subject to the whim and at are the sultans in the saddle than
the disposal of his master, to the their favorite pastime seens to be
wage slave of today whose Job, whose j the act of slapping the workers on
livelihood, is at the disposal and sub- the neck with injunctions, wage ord-
JEST TORE CHRISTMAS
And while the millions think of the Babe, they perforce slaves, do not like to have their heads labor can choose its own sultans, its
must follow His life, even beyond the event we have described, taken Off if they can help it, and own executioners, which is more
. „ . , j 11 i t • . u: u . v~...there are always more slaves than than the slave could say.
where He routed and l.lled the barriers which separated the sultnni< j ljibm. „t||| th(, s>ti
people from the sanctuary, where He gave to the people the
key which unlocked the storehouse of spiritual salvation and
gave them opportunity to partake freely of the privileges, and
perform, without restraint, the duties which their religion en-
joined. They will think of His beautiful ministry, of His be-
trayal and death, the result, no doubt, of His activities against
those who had pc'luted the temple.
Horw like the ancient times in which He lived are these j
days in which we live. Just as the money trust and profiteers
then had possession of the temple, so now they have posses-
sion of governments, ours included, standing between the peo-
ple and their right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happi-
ness; holding within their hands the lives and destinies of
mankind, doing with us as they will.
Here is a world teeming with wealth and opportunity.
boundless in possibilities for the comfort and happiness of
all, a world in which poverty and want ought not to be, and
can only be, because of the conscienceless avarice and wanton
profligacy of the aristocracy of privilege. If the fields and
gardens, the forest and streams, the riiines and mills, the
factories and markets yielded not enough for all, so that some
of us starved, there might be excuse for war or famine and
pestilence, for want and poverty.
But this bounteous plenty is wasted in criminal practices.
Because privilege thrives where want abounds, want is cre-
ated and poverty and suffering become the capital upon which
this pernicious autocracy lives. It is the crime of crimes,
it is the shame of mankind and it is treason to God. It cannot,
it will not, much longer survive.
One of these days the people, unable longer to endure
the pain of slavery, unwilling that their children shall inherit
a condition so ignoble, refusing longer to bow their necks to
privilege and demanding that the door of opportunity shall
be opened, will imitate thj fearless righteousness of the Car-
penter of Nazareth and drive the enemies of civilization into
the sea. Then there will be no more war, no more famines,
no more poverty or want, and the mission of Him whose birth
we shall celebrate tomorroy shall have been completed.
AN INFAMOUS RULING
Dr. Frank Crane was a "100 per center" during the war
—and for some time after the war. He denounced Debs—
who told the truth when it was unpopular to do so.
The doctor now says—in The Rotarian Magazine—"of
all vile money, that which is the most unspeakably vile is the
money spent for war; for war is conceived by the blundering
ignorance and selfishness of rulers, is fanned to flame by the
very lowest passions of humanity, and prostitutes the highest
ideal of men—zeal for the common good—to the business of
killing human beings and destroying the results of their col-
lective work."
If he had written that in 1917 or 1918, it would have
been good for twenty years in the penitentiary.
The doctor was just as loud a shouter for war as any
jingo in those days. Did he know then that what he says
now was true? If so, why didn't he say it then? Was it
because "discretion ia the better part of valor?" Was it be-
cause it is safer to be an ex post facto truth-teller? Does
he think a brave and true man would promote war—and thus
promote "the business of killing human being*."
Anyhow, such pronouncements at this time—after it has
become popular to talk about abolishing war—are somewhat
disgusting when they come from gentlemen who played safe
at the time when they could have done some good by cour-
ageously speaking up.
i
By Eugene Field.
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bili
Mighty glad I ain't a girl—ruther be a boy.
Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy!
Love to chawnk green apples an' go gwimmin' in the lake—
Hate to take the castor-lie they give for belly-ache!
'Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain't no flies on me.
But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!
Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat;
First thing she knows she doesn't know where she is at!
Got a clipper sled, an' when us kids goes out to slide,
'Long comes the grocery cart, an' we all hook a ride!
But sometimes when the grocery man is worrited an' cross,
He reaches at us with his whip, an* larrups up his hoss,
An' then I laff an' holler, "Oh, ye never teched me!"
But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!
Gran'iua says she hopes that when I git to be a man,
I'll be a mlsslonarer like her oldest brother, Dan,
As was et up by the cannibuls that lives in Ceylon's Isle,
Where every prospect pleases, an' only man is vile!
But gran'ma she has never been to see a Wild West show
Nor read the Life of Daniel Boone, or else I know she'd know
That Buff'lo Bill and cow-boys is good enough for me!
Excep' jest 'fore Christmas, when I'm good as I kin be!
And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemn-like an' still,
His eyes they keep a-sayin': "What's the matter, little Bill?"
The old cat sneaks down off her perch an' wonders what's become
Of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum!
But I am so perlite an' 'tend so earnestly to biz,
That mother says to f.ither: "How improved our Willie is!"
But father, havin' been a boy hlsself, suspicions me
When, Jest 'fore Christmas, I'm as good as 1 kin be!
For Christmas, with its lots an* lots of candies, cakes an' toys,
Was made, they say. for proper kids an' not for naughty boys;
So wash yer face an' bresli yer hair, an' mind yer p's an' q's,
An* don't bust out yer pantaloons, an' don't wear out yer shoes;
Say "Yessum" to the ladies, an "Yessur" to the men.
An' when they's company, don't pass yer plate for pie again;
But, thinkin' of the things yer'd like to see upon that tree,
Jest 'fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be!
ers and laws that hamper the activi-
ties Of organized labor.
So many blows have fallen upon
the neck of labor that it Is begin-
ning to wonder if it is not time to
quit holding the stirrup. It is be-
ginning to wonder if it cannot get
in the saddle itself and exercise con-
trol. It is beginning to make up its
mind that the system which hands
the workers unemployment, longer
hours, lower wages, higher prices
and general Insecurity—riches to the
few and poverty to the many—can-
not last forever, because the inter-
ests of the many are opposed to such
conditions and because there are
more workers than capitalists.
Labor is beginning to realize also
that it can never hope to rule with
society on a wage basis; that the
slogan, "A fair day's wage for a fair
day's work," no longer expresses the
ideal of labor, but that a fair day's
wage must be nothing less than the
full product of the laborer, whether
mental or physical labor, that any-
thing less than this is robbery, and
that the only way to realize this ideal
is through the public ownership and
democratic management of Industry.
"Why Do We Say"
BLOOD 18 THICKER TH VN WATER
The expression, "Blood Is Thicker
Than Water," meaning that kinship
is more binding than friendship, is
generally supposed by Americans to
have been first used-by Commodore
Tatnall, U. S. N., who employed it to
justify his help to the English in
Chinese waters.
As a matter of fact, it is an old
English phrase found in Ray's "Col-
lection of English Proverbs." which
was published In 1672.
Ray's explanation was that "Water
soon evaporates and leaves no trace
of Its having been spilt, but a blood
stain long endures."
Sir Walter Scott also used the ex-
piesslon when he had the character
Dandle Dinont say:
"Wheel! blude's thicker than
water; she's welcome to the cheeses
and hams, just the same."
Literally, the English in building
the White Tower of London, used the
blood and hair of oxen to bind the
mortar together, water not having
sufficient consistency to make tha
masonry enduring.
WHERE DID SHE BELONG?
"Yes," said the snobbish young
lady, "I realize that it takes all kinds
of people to make a world, and I can
say I am very glad I am not one of
them."—The American Legion Week-
ly.
If there is no other way of getting
a message as high as Mars, we might
I let our prices talk.—Baltimore Sun.
Canada's <>ood ( redit.
} "Canadian Pacific Railway has sold
J26,000,u00 of 4 per cent debentures
!to the National City Company, of
j New York.
How? What price? The National
j City seems to have great confidence
in Canada. Nothing Americas is able
; to sell bonds al 4 per cent. "To yield
| 7.67 per cent" is our style. Except
I for bombproof, tax-proof bonds.
[Lucky Canada.
The Center of the Earth.
I In the underground vaults of the
morgue in New York city are dozens
of packing cases, in each case eight
zinc boxes, in each box, carefully
labeled, the bones of one Chinaman.
In batches of five or six hundred the
remains are shipped once in seven
years for burial In Chinese soil
Young Chinese smile at the custom.
Older Chinese say there is no rest
except in the sol) of China.
We think our little earth is the
center of creation. They once
burned you for denying it. Th«
Chinese think their land the center
of the earth, the only land for re-
spectable burial.
And it's a good thing. What you
respect you care for, and defend.
To believe in your nation, your
state, your city, your family, your
lot or your farm is necessarj, when
only concentration and earnestness
count. World citizenship will come
later.
\rinageddon.
Get your mortgages paid, notes re-
duced and life insured before 1926,
according to the London Journal of
Astrology, 1926 will make 1914 and
1918 seem like halcyon days, say the
astrologers. There will be plagues,
riots, revolutions, famine, floods,
shipwrecks—all on a new scale. And
you haven't heard the half of it. Mars
and Mercury will be in conjunction
in 1926. Six years later will come
the great Armageddon. Mohamme-
danism and bolshevlsm combining
against "the United Anglo-Saxon
world." Nearly everybody will be
killed off; then will come universal
peace—all too weak to fight any
longer.
Once the whole world, including its
rulers, would have listened with
credulity. Now the world smiles, a
few ignorant believe. Mars and Mer-
cury will be in conjunction, and
Farmer Jones will meet Farmer
Smith, but that won't make any dif-
ference to the rest of the world.
Dry* Want Help.
Prohibition leaders ask Secretary
Hughes to appeal to England and ask
her to help us go dry by stopping
shipments of whisky from Great Bri-
tain to the United States. It will be
quite a surprise to "wet" England If
"dry" America asks for help in stay-
ing sober. This country has not
made a great success of prohibition
thus far, but it should be able to do
Its own swearing off without help
from outside.
The Lure of Gold.
What men want to do they cau do.
They want gold and they get It,
wherever it is. Prove that gold is at
the North Pole; 1,000 Pearys will
arise, and corpses will mark the road
to the new gold fields.
A German submarine sank the
liner Laurentic four years ago off the
coast of Ireland, with $43,000,000 in
gold bullion. Four years of pound-
ing by the Atlantic have made the
ship a twisted wreck, with sand and
silt piled on the wreckage. But
divers, aided by powerful pumps,
have taken $28,000,000 gold from the
hulk and will get the rest.
NOV WE KNOW.
An Oklahoma City paper said the
j whole state watched the result of the
j seven million dollar bond election,
which was held there last week.
: That's a fact. And the important
i thing watched about the election was,
would the "open shop" dlvisiou of the
chamber of commerce be able to put
; It across after trying to destroy
union labor. But the union labor
i vote showed it held the balance of
power by defeating the measure. And
this is a fact the "open shoppers"
can now mull over and skin through
, their teeth. Strong City Herald.
ESSENTIAL KNOWLEDGE.
The Wife—What do men ' kuow
about women's clothes?
The Husband (bitterly.) — The
j price.- -London Opinion.
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| MY MARRIAGE PROBLEMS
Adele Garrison's New Phase of
Revelations of a Wife
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i I ho Long-Distance 'Phone t all That
< In ftr Best Umi,
| "Long distance for me? Who on
earth can it be? Oh, I hope nothing
has happened!"
It Bess Dean's confusion at Mrs.
Cosgrove's announcement was not
natural it was a most clever and
creditable imitation. Lillian's eyes
and mine told each other that, and 1
found myself doubting the soundness
of our theory that she had sent a
telegram in the early morning, in-
structing that she be summoned to
leave the Cosgrove farmhouse. ,
She rose and walked swiftly to the
telephone, and as I had my first
chance to inspect her complete cos-
tume—she had been seated when we
came in—I gave another swift, fur-
tive glance at Lillian and caught a
comprehending twitch of her eyelids
in return. For Bess Dean was at-
tired for traveling, from her modish
silk blouse to her natty brown pumps
and her skirt belonged to the travel-
ing suit she had worn upon the day
of her arrival, and which we had
seen but once or twice since. She
had divided her sartorial time be-
tween her sport clothes, which she
much fancied, and filmy summer
gowns for the days when no climbing
or fishing trips were scheduled.
"What Is It?"
The traveling suit to Lillian, to me,
to Dicky and, I guessed, to the Cos-
groves also, spelled but one thing,
Bess Dean's previous knowledge of
the telephone call, at which she had
Just shown such naive surprise.
I think we all listened shamelessly
to the one-oided telephone conversa-
tion. I know I did, and was sure
that the girl had purposely left the
doors open between the dining room
and the sitting room, where the tele-
phone was installed.
"Yes. this is Miss Dean. Oh. Miss
Edwards? What is it? Why! 1 don't
understand. I thought next Tuesday.
I was sure that was the date you
wrote me. I have the letter. But, of
course, no matter how the mistake
occurred, I'll get there the minute I
can. I'm sorry it happened. Oh, yes,
I'll bring the letter! Good-bye."
The receiver clicked on the book,
and she came back into the dining
room with the most realistic imita-
tion of a roused temper I ever have
seen. Her eyes held angry sparks,
and her cheeks were deeply flushed.
"That horried old cat!"
She sat down to her interrupted
breakfast, while we all looked at her
with curious interest. But Dicky was
the only one who spoke.
"I Infer, little one," he drawled,
"that you are a bit peeved at some
unfortunate member, of your well
known and gentle sex."
"I'd like to wring her neck,'' Bess
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Dean retorted viciously, then with
i every appcarance of virtuous indig-
nation she elaborated her theme.
Dicky Sidotep>.
"The Edwards dame," she said dis-
dainfully, "is a sort of Man Friday
for the principal of the school 1 am
to waste my fair young life upon
this year. The principal distinctly
stated In her letter to me that school
I did not begin until next week. Auii
Mere this freak calls me down over
the telephone for not being there,
i says school has. opened, that she
wrote me the letter herself, and there
could be no mistake, and so forth,
and so on. I'd like to see her faca
when I show the principal her letter,
ior I'm not going to monkey with
her one minute."
"You're perfectly right." Dicky said
emphatically. "Never deal with a
mere minion. Assert your rights.
| I'm proud of you."
She wrinkled her nose at him, a
saucy, rather attractive bit of pan-
tomime, which she frequently em-
ploys, toying with her salad for a
minute before speaking again.
"Now, the next thing is what tyaiu
can I get? That afternoon train
reaches New York too late for me to
j make connections for Haverford, ex-
cept with an evening train. I don't
want to get into the town at night,
for it's nothing but a hamlet. But I
do want to be there tomorrow morn-
ing. I wonder i/ there's any train
from Rhlnebeck across the ferry
, from Kingston that would get me to
'.New York earlier."
j "There is," one of the stranger
I guests spoke decidedly. "But you'd
have to leave here in half an hour
in order to make It by motor at the
average pace."
| "I wonder," she looked across at
Dickey. "Don't you want to be real
sweet to me. Dicky-bird, and motor
me down to Rhlnebeck? It's a glo-
! rious day, and you ought to be glad
to do it just to be rid of me."
"Nothing would please me better,"
Dicky returned promptly, "but I've
made au appointment to meet a man
and see about a bit of property up
here that I've got my eye on. But
me wife is a chauffeur of repute, and
me car Is, as you know, a wonder,
I lay them both at your feet."
There was but one thing for me to
say, and I said it promptly, with as
much enthusiasm as I could mus-
ter:
"If I'll do. Bess. I'd be delighted
I simply must get a motor hat to
wear home mine is too dilapidated
for words- and Kingston has sorao
very good shops. Lillian, didn't (
hear you say you had some shop-
ping to do before you go home? Can't
you come, too?"
CO-OPERATION
CO-OPERATION THRIVES IN NEBRASKA
All-American Co-operative Commission.
A study of farmers' co-operative enterprises just com-
pleted by the Nebraska State Department of Agriculture shows
that the Nebraska farmers are successfully conducting the busi-
ness of 244 co-operative elevators, 4 lumber yards, 5 implement
houses, 13 creameries, 114 stores, 46 combined elevators and
lumber yards, 39 combined stores and elevators, 6 elevators,
stores and lumber yards combined, 2 telephone companies, and
one very successful fire insurance company. These co-opera-
tive enterprises represent an investment of over $5,000,000 by
the farmers, and are all saving a substantial dividend for the
co-operators.
OPES SHOP IS SLAVERY.
Bishop J. Henry Tihen, Catholic
bishop of Denver, in addressing the
Knights of Columbus at Colorado
Springs, said: j
! "So surely as capital succeeds in
forcing the open shop upon labor,
and wiping out the unions, so surely
will slavery have returned to our
land. It rtill mean just that—
slavery. They are honest in their
beliefs, perhaps the employers; but
the slaveholder of other days was
j honest iu his belief that the negro
; would be far worse off if freed of his
bondage. But right arose and struck
! down slavery."
HAND TO ItEUOGMZE.
She was a very modern girl with
bobbed hair and mannish attire. He
was a soulful young poet with long
hair.
As they stood before the registrar's
desk, waiting to be married, an
anxious look stole over the official'!
face.
"Pardon me," he said, "before we
begin the ceremony, will you please
tell me which is the bride?"—Pitta-
burgh Chronicle-Telegraph.
A DESPERATE CRIMINAL.
! Warden Your wife's here to see
I ye.
I Prisoner (desperately)—Tell 'er
I'm out! — Falrplay (Vancouver, B.
IC.)
KRAZY KAT— II Doesn't Always Work.
MOKE DATA NEEDED.
Head of Firm —"How long do you
want to be away on your wedding
trip?"
Hinks (timidly)—"Well, sir—er—•
what would you say?"
Head of the Firm—"How do I
know? I haven't seen the bride."-—
Edinburgh Scotsman.
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