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G L K A N I N G S IN BEE CULTURE 



refreshed lor writing oiu- Home Papers. 1 

 felt like shouling- praises to God. Several 

 snatches from our beautiful hymns came 

 into my mind. In thinking- about how I 

 was succeeding in banishing evil thoughts 

 I remembered that hvmii and our closing 

 text : 



Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 



What a suggestion! Not only as pure 

 and clean, in thought, as the beautiful snow 

 is in color, but even lohiter than snow, as 

 the psalmist expresses it. 



And then there is another old hymn 

 which says : 



Redeeming love has been my theme, 

 And shall be till I die. 



And when I consider again that slavery 

 has been put down, that lotteries are de- 

 barred by law, that wars are to be no more, 

 that the troubles between capital and labor 

 are to be settled in a Christianlike way, 

 and finally, as I believe, that profane 

 swearing, like strong drink, is going to be 

 considered so low and disgraceful that the 

 great, wide world will have forgotten that 

 men and boys were ever guilty of anything 

 so low in the eyes of a righteous God, I 

 again take heart. Then shall not only our 

 nation but the whole Avide world unite in 

 'that grand and glorious hymn, 



Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! 



.Joy to the lands that in darkness have laid ! 

 Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning ! 



Zion in triumph begins her mild reign. 



STOP ! LOOK ! LISTEN ! 



So many accidents are happening of late 

 — and not only accidents but deaths — by 

 the cars running into automobiles full of 

 people that I have felt like lifting up my 

 feeble voice in warning people to be more 

 careful — especially those just learning to 

 run an automobile. Almost every paper 

 you pick up contains more or less reports 

 of accidents and even deaths because people 

 do not (and it almost seems Avill not) 

 " stop, look, and listen." In front of our 

 group of factoi-y buildings there are six 

 pairs of railroad tracks. The main traffic 

 road has three tracks, and there are three 

 side tracks that lead down to our warehouse 

 and connect with another road, crossing tlie 

 main road at right angles. A flagman is 

 stationed on the main track with his big 

 emblem reading " Stop." Well, it has been 

 my fashion for years past, especially when 

 in a hurry, to stop on the thirty-foot space 

 between the two groups of tracks. The 

 tracks of the first group are seldom used, 

 when compared with those on the main 

 track. Well, just after dictating the Home 

 paper above I was asked to take a hurry 

 order up town before the whistle blew. The 



watchman stood on (he main track and iield 

 ui) his card with the "Stop" on it; but, 

 as I was in a hurry, I thought I would get 

 over on the space between the tracks, tak- 

 ing it for granted that there was no train 

 coming except on the main track. I got 

 just halfway over the first group when I 

 saw a freight car backing down on me. Be- 

 fore I saw it at all, it was so close to my 

 electric that it was a question whether I 

 should back down or go ahead. In the 

 fraction of a second I made my decision 

 and crowded on the highest speed of the 

 car. It took a big jump forward ; but not- 

 withstanding the jump the flagman says 

 the freight car actually rubbed on the rear 

 guard of my auto. Very likely my deaf- 

 ness prevented my hearing the freight cars 

 tliat were hacking down. I am not only 

 just now thanking God that I am still alive, 

 saved by what might almost be called a 

 '■' hairbreadth escajie," but T am also re- 

 minded that people like myself, even if 

 they are close on to 80 years of age, are 

 not too old to be taught; and, finally, dear 

 friends, shall we not only " stop, look, and 

 listen " when we are crossing railroad 

 tracks, but shall we not all together re- 

 solve to stoft, look, and listen more intently 

 wlien Satan tempts us to use bad words or 

 to harbor unworthy thoughts? 



THE HIGH COST OF LIVING, THE HIGH COsT 



OF DYING, AND HIGH COST OF 



" GETTING SICK." 



I think I might with great propriety add 

 to the above the liigh cost of growing old. 

 T shall be 80 years old in a few days if I 

 live that long; and I have great cause to be 

 thankful that I have lived so long and kept 

 so well. But I think our best authorities 

 recommend that old people, as well as al- 

 most everybody else, had better have a 

 good doctor look him over once a year and 

 maybe oftener. In view of this I listened 

 to the children a few days ago and con- 

 sulted one of the best physicians in Cleve- 

 land. He said, as the others have said, that 

 it is a pretty hard matter to " make an old 

 man young again." As he had quite a num- 

 ber of other patients waiting he looked me 

 over for perhaps 1.5 or 20 minutes. The 

 charge was $5.00. Now, I do not object to 

 that, mind you, especially if you get advice 

 from our very best up-to-date physicians. 

 The children recommended him because, 

 they said, he gave little or no medicine. 

 After he had got thru he gave me a pre- 

 scription. I presume a good many people 

 carry these doctors' jorescriptions to the 

 drugstore without even looking at them. I 

 have learned by experience the wisdom of 



