T H E K I N G ’S B U S I N E S S FOOL FATHERS The folly of leaving large sums of money to children is pointed out in a recent number of Bob Shuler’s maga zine. Invest your money for God and etern ity before you die or leave it in such a way th a t none of it can be used to te a r down th e faith or ru in lives. Here are Shuler’s words: “When th e fath er of W illiam H. Van derbilt died he said: ‘Thank me, my child. The h ard est work you need ever do is to sign your name to th e bottom of a check.' There are some anarchists who will use th is statem ent as evidence against m illionaires, seeking thu s to show how terrib le they are. The fact is, th e re is no better way to pu t money into circulation th an for such a daddy to leave it to such a son. W ithin a gen eration V anderbilt’s money will be in th e hands of those from whom he col lected it and some o ther fellow, now in overalls, will furnish a son who will slowly and painfully get it together again, so th a t in fifty years his son can scatter it back among the masses, and thu s ad infinitum . The beauty of the present system is th a t these fool fath ers always sire a son who is a bigger fool, the only difference being th a t one spends his days g etting it together while the other spends his nights scattering it abroad. I t is a genuine pity for a healthy American boy to be left ten or tw enty million dollars. It is like load ing a good ship w ith lead. But when a man like V anderbilt raises a boy, he usually is fit bu t for one thing and th a t to sign his name to the bottom of a check. This young Vanderbilt, who has only recently become twenty-one years of age, will probably never be heard from, unless he appears in a divorce court or a scandal of some sort or other. In the meantime, he will put th e Van derbilt millions back into circulation while the naughty worms feast on th e flesh of his famous sire.”
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WAGES OF SIN Dr. F rench Oliver enroute to New Zealand w rote us th e following: A burial a t sea is a strange, weird sight. We were about th ree hundred miles south of th e E quator when the death messenger called authoritatively for th e P rodigal Son. F rom th e jolly Ship Physician, Dr. Devlin of Sidney, who declares he is not related to the Devil although his name is sim ilar to the evil one’s name, some of th e passengers heard of the serious sickness of the half-caste F ijia n who was carried aboard our ship at Honolulu. A half-caste who tu rn s from th e Gos pel, runs away from his Island home nearly th re e thousand five hund red m iles d istan t to Honolulu” and spends his substance in riotous living, contracts tuberculosis, tu rn s his h ea rt to his loved ones and makes a plea to be taken back to F iji to die, sets fo rth a sad, but faith fu l picture of th e anguish and dis appointm ent sin brings th e world around. We reach F iji Monday morning. This is Saturday. We wake up tomorrow morning and find th a t we shall have lost a day as well as th e F ijian . His fath e r w ith other loved ones is to meet this ship to lavish affection upon the retu rn in g Prodigal. The captain will say w ith th e gruffness of his stern old soul: “We buried him a t sea four days HOPE OF HUMANITY The Resurrection of Jesus stands fast as a fact, unaffected by the boastful waves of scepticism th a t ceaselessly through th e ages beat themselves against it; retain s its significance as a corner-stone in the edifice of human re demption; and holds w ithin it th e vast est hope for tim e and for etern ity th a t hum anity can ever know.—Professor Jam es Orr.
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