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The Carpenter Of Syria

Some six thousand years ago a iuler of Egypt resolved in his pride that his glory should never perish, but that his bones should be honored until the stars flickered out and the sun gave forth light no more. He enslaved. hundreds of thousands of his fellow-men, and throrigh the agony of their toil was erected a mighty pyramid Within this-pyramid his mortal remains were laid.

That pyramid still stands, and will probably remain a few hundred years longer-but the tomb is empty. Chattering, laughing tourists scale its sides and make funny remarks about the "queer old duffer" who built it. In a Paris museum you can see him, a hideous, grotesque mummy, lying in a glass case like some stuffed reptile, for the curious to gaze at and vaguely wonder about.

Two thousand years ago the mighty men of Rome, swelled with conceit and pride in their military and intel_ lectual prowess, resolved that Rome should rule the world and that all the nations on earth should be bound with chains to it forever. Today the haughty Caesars and their blood-stained legions with their golden eagles, are mingled with the dust of Europe. Only some excellent roads and a few crumbling ruins remain as mute and grim evi_ dence of their cruel ambitions.

Nearly twenty centuries ago there lived in Syria a humble carpenter, who, in a world that was teeming with hate, greed, and materialism, went about doing good to rich and poor alike, urging all men to love one another as they loved themselves, and to do unto others as they would have others do unto them He also taught the fearful, unwel_ corne truth that life does not end at the tomb but continues without end, and that "as a man soweth, so shall he reap." Frenzied with hate and fear when thus dragged face to face with Truth, they put Him to death as an enemy of the state and a religious disturber.

Yet of all the men who lived on this planet since the beginning of time, no name is held in higher esteem or greater reverence by the cultured people of the world. The Carpenter of Nazareth taught people how to live.

Men live LASTINGLY, not through the power of money, not by the whirling wheels of industry, not through the strength of armies and fleets, not by the power of domineering groups and classes, but by the irresistible, eternal power of truth and love.-Kiwanis Magazine.

No Lingering

Let me live out my years in heat of blood !

Let me die drunken with the dreamer's wine ! Let me not see this soul-house built of mud

Go toppling to ttie dust-a broken shrine.

Let me go quickly-like a candleJight

Snuffed out just at the heyday of its glow; Give me high noon-and let it then be night !

Thus would I go !

And grant that when I face the grisly thing, My song may trumpet down the grey perhaps; Let me be as a tune-swept fiddle-string

That feels the master-melody-and snaps !

Musical Anyway

Salesman: "Did you. like that cigar I gave you? Five hundred of those coupons and you get a banjo.,, Clerk: "If I smoke five hundred of those, I'll need a harp."

Regrets

"I regret that I have but one son to give sity," sighed the elderly football fan. ,.I more tickets to the football game.',

THE MEANING?

to the Univerneed a couple

An innocent traveling salesman wants to know what is meant by a sign he says he saw posted at the entrance to_. an attractive glen in a park, that read-',NO PARKIN OR NOTHIN." (The Vagabond.)

He Deserved Worse

"You say you served in France?" said the restaurant manager as he sampled the new cook's first soup.

"Yes, sir. Cook for t$ro years and wounded twice.,' "You're lucky, man. It's a wonder they didn't kill you."