OTTAWA the beautiful! In the last decade the appearance of the capital city of Canada has been completely changed. If you have not visited for some years that centre of legislation how true, then, is the oft-heard exclamation, “You would not recognise the place.”
WHETHER the business man in the country town realizes it or not, the question of good roads is one with which his interests are closely allied. It is quite possible that in the past the relationship between the extent of business in a town and condition of the roads leading to that town has not been fully understood, hence the apathy, or at best half-hearted sympathy exhibited by business men towards projects having for their object the systematic improvement of the roads.
THE oldest editorial writer in Canada, actively engaged at his desk every day, grinding out leaders for his paper, is Sir Mackenzie Bowell. He is a decidedly unique personality in Canadian journalism. He is not only a former Premier of the Dominion, but he has been identified with one paper longer, perhaps, than any other man in the world.
The Second Premier of Ontario on Whom the Honor of Knighthood has Been Conferred.
Not since the late Oliver Mowat was knighted in 1902 has a Premier of the banner province of Canada been similarly honored until a few weeks ago. Until 1896 the people of Ontario prefixed the name of their Prime Minister with "Sir," but that pleasure has been denied them for several years.
Do not be a Looker-On. Be a Doer. Nothing in life is accomplished by the man who stands with his hands in his pockets, watching the other fellow work. He is a Looker-On. The Doer is the fellow who is determined to do things, and to him nothing is impossible.
Elliott Flower in Putnams’ and the Reader Magazine
A SOLITARY watchman stood in the doorway of the burned store and looked anxiously up and down the street ; he was disgusted and hungry. “Wonder how long I got to stay here,” he grumbled. “He was goin' to have a man to relieve me by six o'clock, an' nobody’s come yet.”
It is the mind that makes the man.—Ovid. What makes life dreary is the want of motive.—Eliot. Think all you speak, but speak not all you think.—Delarem. None can be called deformed but the unkind.—Shakespeare. The world is a wheel, and it will all come round right.
THERE is no longer room for doubt that the country generally is taking its postal service and its postmasters more seriously than it did a few years ago. There is a better appreciation of the value of good service. But it is also evident that not yet does the country take the service and the postmasters as seriously as the importance of the work demands.
The proper study of mankind is man.—Pope. God helps them that help themselves.—Franklin. Half the evils of the world come from inaccuracy.—Helps. The best history has to give us is the enthusiasm it arouses.—Goethe. Nothing astonishes men so much as common-sense and plain dealing.
IT is quite as true in the psychic, or mental sphere, as it is in the physical, that a great many mental acts, like physical ones, are performed automatically. We talk about persons, or events, with just about as little conscious effort as we exercise in taking one step after another in walking.
I DON'T know why the old-style vaudeville was called a “variety" show, for the truth is, there was no variety about it. The same old dancing and singing, the same old horse-play and slap-stick comedy —much of it excellent in its way—came every week.
OF all men the American is the most guileless. On his own ground he is master of himself and of his possessions. Indeed he is fearsome and predatory. But once abroad in the world strangers may do as they will with him. Red-shirted mountaineers sell him gold mines; farmers jockey him in horse trades; French noblemen marry his daughters out of hand; and the rogues of the world, great and small, play with him as little children play with a lamb tied up in ribbons.
A CHAMPION prize-fighter says that he does not train for his contests. “The weight question,” he declares, “is the least of my troubles. I can make one hundred and thirty-three pounds with ease, and while it is not generally known to the public, I will get down to this weight by thinking about making it.
THE work of reformation, also the rehabilitation of a criminal, is one of the most arduous undertakings which can be conceived. To strengthen repressive action, and at the same time to introduce more humanity into the operation of our laws—to sometimes ask for indulgence rather than rigor, without abandoning any of the indispensable guarantees of social order, and of justice—is the paramount principle and practical object of the parole system of Canada.
MR. GLEASON, president and managing director of the Rock Bottom Life Insurance Company, looked up as Mr. Stover entered. “How are you?” he said heartily, reaching a fat hand across the table. “I got your wire, sir,” returned the young man, taking it.
WAN day whin Oi was afther rummagin’ in me cellar, Oi found wan dozen champagne bottles goin’ t' waste, an’ 'twas a pity t’ see thim go t’ waste. Oi tuck a look at thim an’ Oi seen they was all in good condition, excipt they was full av champagne-wather.
A BUMPER crop! No other word can describe the harvest of 1908. Reports from Alberta, Saskatchewan and Manitoba bear tidings of the high standard of quantity and quality of the record yield of 1908. In some sections forty bushels to the acre have been gathered, which is in no way regarded as extraordinary.
HON. WILLIAM HOWARD TAFT is a stupendous figure in the eyes of the people just now—and for some years he may occupy even greater preeminence in the world’s galaxy of distinguished rulers. Who can tell? November next will reveal the tale and permit a deeply interested public mind to learn definitely whether the Republican candidate for the highest office in the gift of the American commonwealth will hold sway for the coming quadrennium at the White House.
The solitude of hills, or of the sea, The solitude of dense far-stretching woods, Have naught in them of loneliness for me, Who love the songs of elemental moods. But in the city streets, where myriad feet Pass here and yon in hurried onward press, ’Tis there I find a wilderness complete, And taste the woes of utter loneliness.
"EVERY man should be taught some useful art. His hands should be educated as well as his head. He should be taught to deal with things as they are —with life as it is. This would give a feeling of independence, which is the firmest foundation of honor, of character.
DURING the last few generations the cultivated world has lost something of its frank appetite for praise. Dr. Johnson’s acquaintance who made a living by writing flattering dedications and selling them for a fee to literary aspirants would be unemployed to-day.
"I SUPPOSE that all this seems very tiresome to you," said pretty Nelly Briggs as she slipped into a chair beside Carol. “It's not much like your swell parties in the city. They must be grand.” Carol smiled and nodded an absentminded assent.
ONE of the most urgent problems the modern city has to face is the need of making such provision for its children that they will develop morally and physically into good citizens. A “childless city” is an inconceivable proposition; yet, if we are to accept the conclusions of some writers, the little ones are not wanted and their presence in the streets constitutes a public nuisance.
"THERE was no warmth for me on all those altars. * * * I was always to return to myself, be my own priest, parent, child, husband and wife. * * * The life! the life! Oh, my God! shall the life never be sweet?” Before woman was recognized as a Cause, and long before business barriers were let down for her, she who was given a more immediate intellectual recognition by brilliant men than has ever been accorded to any other American woman, Margaret Fuller, wrote and felt thus.
IKEY stood on the street corner and fingered her veil to keep passersby from seeing her lips tremble. She was sure that she was going to cry right there in the open and she was furious about it because she did not approve of weepy females. “If you dare,” she whispered fiercely, “if you dare, I’ll — I'll — you shan’t have that nickel’s worth of peanut candy, or those currant buns, either.”
Willis J. Abbot in the American Review of Reviews Magazine
SOMEWHERE the other day I read the statement that the Bryan who was nominated at Denver is not intellectually or ethically the same Bryan who carried the Chicago Convention of 1896 off its feet with his “Cross of Gold and Crown of Thorns” speech.
IT is said that the members of two professions—teaching and preaching— most easily and naturally gravitate into newspaper work. The majority of editors in Canada, who have not been reared in the publishing business, who have not through hereditary inclination or force of circumstances followed this calling, have at some stage of their respective careers used the rod or the tongue.
THAT the moose is the king of all big game in North America is well understood, though it may not be generally known where these mighty monarchs of the forest are mostly found. The railway guide books attribute his habitat more particularly to the country lying on the north shore of Lake Superior, and to the Kippewa Range in the Temiskaming District.
He that loves a rosy cheek Or a coral lip admires, Or from the star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires:— Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.
FEW Canadian cities have had their municipal affairs presided over by a chief magistrate who can prefix “Sir” to his name. The usual title for a mayor is his Worship, but to old Quebec, which has so signally celebrated the three hundredth anniversary of its birth and foundation, a distinction has come in the shape of knighthood for the occupant of its civic chair, Sir George Garneau.
The common father of past and present and surety for the future. The embodiment of all trials, sorrows, adversities, aims, endeavors, successes. The hall-mark of honor, faithfulness, diligence and justice. The soul of every concept. The ashes of the builder.
TO deny acquaintance with George H. Ham is to confess ignorance of Canada’s greatest institution, the Canadian Pacific Railway. Who is George H. Ham? Why, he is George Ham, that's all. The poor man has not an official title to bless himself with, he never did have a title, and there are no present indications that he ever will have one.
MORE books and manuscripts have been destroyed by insects than by fire, water, rats and mice combined. The ways and means of exterminating them are interesting, and should prove helpful to the man or woman anxious to preserve costly bound volumes on library shelves.
A PRETTY close watch on the advertising field for the last thirty years has brought a number of conclusions very clearly into my mind. One of the most important of these conclusions, as I take it, is in regard to the advertising value of circulation.
EVERY young man who starts out into the great business world is confronted, sooner or later, by the question, “Does it pay to be honest?” In all probability he has heard this question discussed hundreds of times by his good mother, the minister, the moralist, his sweetheart, and, perhaps, his father.
Strategy and Tactics. Sir R. Blennerhassett— Fort. Rev. Exit the Militia—Sat. Rev. (Aug. 1). Divers of a Navy. W. G. Fitz-Gerald—St. Nicholas. Some Costly Naval Mistakes. A. H. Dutton— Overland Mthly. Defence of the American Navy. A. W. L. Capps —Sunset.
BEST SELLING BOOKS. The best selling books during the past month Canada. Mr. Crewe’s Career. By Winston Churchill. Lure of the Mask. By Harold MacGrath. Prima Donna. By F. M. Crawford. Barrier. By Hex E. Beach. Shuttle. By F. H. Burnett. Somehow Good.
BERNARD ROBBINS, head of the legal department of New York’s Court of Tears —this charity helps the poor to adjust their marital troubles without going to the expense of law suits—said the other day : “Such work as mine makes you, if you are not careful, pessimistic about marriage, so that you find yourself telling grimly, over and over again, the story about St. Peter and the widower.
THE two leading time and labor savers of the modern business world are admittedly the typewriter and the adding machine. It has been seen from the first that the adding machine is really an auxiliary of the writing machine. Its great field in practical office work lies in conjunction with the typewriter.
A notable musical invention, known as the “musical typewriter,” and called the kromarograph, has been invented by Lorenz Krowar, of Vienna. With the aid of this instrument the composer may produce a type-written scroll without the trouble of making the characters by hand.
Black newspaper with white ink is the all-absorbing topic of discussion among Wisconsin paper manufacturers these days. When the idea first appeared in public prints it was minus the backing of manufacturers personally. But the day after the premier parade of the idea, names of prominent manufacturers who believed the idea possessed much of merit appeared, and then some of the skeptics began to sit up and take notice.