Redwood

GEOR,GE

ABRAHAM LINCOtN...

sThese lwo greot Americons wereborn in the month of Februory. George Woshington, our first presidenf, on rhe 22nd-qnd Abrohqm Lincoln, our l6th presidenf' on the l2th. Borh irf lhese fine gentlemen did everyrhing in rheir power lo protecr the solid future of the Unired Slqles. Horqce Greeley, the fqmous editor, wqs qlso born during lhis second month of the yesr, qnd his odvice: "Go Wesl, young hron' go wesf" no doubt helped ro build this greot frontier. We qre proud roployo port in thisdevelopment-qnd we look towqrd the future with confidence.

When q Mcn ls Free

There was a certain man who was a slave. At four o'clock in the morning he was awakened by his master and told to do the chores. He got out of bed with a heart full of bitterness, apd dragged rebellious feet to the barns, where he fed the horses and milked the cows by the light of a dingy lantern.

Before the sun was up he was afield with a plow, turning furrows to which he gave no thought. His eyes were dull, his shoulders stooped, he was sullen. At noon he stopped to eat; at night he went back to the barns where merciful darkness brought him promise of rest. Again he milked the cows and fed the horses; and when he had satisfied his own hunger, went morosely to bed to mutter in his sleep against tL:e tyranny that chained him to menial tasks.

One day his master died and was buried and the slave inherited the farm, as the law provided. He was no longer a slave, but a citizen. At four o'clock the next morning he was awakened by the crowing of cocks. He dressed hurriedly and started for the barns to feed the horses and milk the cows. On the way he stopped to breathe deeply of the scented breeze that came out of the East. At the barns he sang among the astonished cattle. Before the sun came up he was plowing and listening to the birds that sang in the hedgerows. He rested at noon, but his labors were not finished until twilight drove him from the fields to milk and feed. He was tired, but his heart was light. He ate heartily, sat on the porch a, little while to enjoy the peace of a starlight night, and went gratefully to bed. His eyes closed. He relaxed. Sleep was upon him. But before he lost consciousness, he smiled in complete contentmeot, and murmured, "It has been a wonderful day. What a blessed privilege to do as one pleases."

-Robert Quillen.

Epiroph to o Bee

Here sleeps, well recognized for sterling merit, A citizen of worth and public spirit.

Successful |n his chosen field was he, Day after day his golden wealth amassing, And gave mankind his splendid service free, And left the world the poorer for his passing.

She Misunderstood Him

When the news got around the farming center that Bill, who was awfully poor and moreover lisped badly, was going to marry one of the best-looking girls and likewise one of the most ambitious in the neighborhood, the folks just couldn't understand how he had prevailed on her to accept him. When his closest friend asked him he explained it like this:

"You thee, it wath thith way. I had been going to thee her for thum time, arnd I made up my mind to thay thumpthing or busth my thuthpenders tryin. Tho one night I that down by her and thee began telling me how rich her father wath. Finally I thaid, 'Lithie, I ain't ath rich ath your pap, but I've got thix thows an pigs on my farm.' Then thee fell on my chest an I knowed thee wath mine. You thee, thee thought I thaid thix thousand pigs, but I only thaid thix thows and pigs."

Lqurcr

My Laurais eyes are bright blue stars, A peach's down doth seem her skin, My Laura's mouth doth frame a kiss, A dimple flirts upon her chin.

My Laura's hair is milky night, Twin blossoms peer, eartips begi.n, My Laura's mind is crystal clear, No cloudy thought doth enter in. My Laura's soul is white as snow, But her fingernails are red as sin.

Fronk Criric

Real Estate Agent: "Well, what do you think of our little city ?"

Visitor: "Well, I'll tell you, friend, this is the first cemetery I ever saw with bright lights."

Dumqs on Writing

Alexapder Dumas said that a book should be like a dinner-it should have an appetizer first. He meant that the book should begin by greatly interesting the'reader right at the first, instead of wearying him. Once he gets the reader interested he can do the necessary slowing up. Dumas judged others by himself, looked upon himself as an average human and an average reader, figured that what entertained him would entertain others, and what bored him, bored others. Thus he wrote the world's most interesting stories.

Three Wise lVlen

Three young boys, age ten, twelve and fourteen, found a bottle. The older boy pulled the cork, smelled the contents, tasted it, and casually remarked-"Whiskey." The twelveyear old boy took the bottle, tasted the contents, and sa,id"Scotch." The ten-year old took the bottle, tasted the contents and, as a look of disappointment spread over his face, remarked-"CItT."

The First Greot Bqnker

The first great money king of the modern world was the son of a _Iewish merchant in Frankfort. His name was Meyer Bauer. Although educated for the synagogue, he became e mon€! lender in 1743. The signboard over his father's shop was a red shield. Wishing to change his name the young moneylender changed his name to "Red Shield,', which, in English, is Rothschild. He was the parent of the great banking house of that name.