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CARL H. SCHULTZ
Artificial
Vichy,
Selters,
Carbonic
in siphons
also in bottles
for out-of-town delivery
Club Soda and Ginger Ale
Superior to
Imported
CARL H.
SCHULTZ,
Tel. 3420 Madison
Sq. 430-4441st Av., N. Y.
STAND
TO TOUR HELM.
No ship drifts into harbor. The ocean of
life has many a hidden current, many a sudden storm; and he who would win port
at last must stand to his helm, while his ship drives on through
opposing currents and against
contrary winds. The perils of the voyage are
very real; the sailor sails on a sea that is strewn with wrecks. Here drifts a battered bulk which was once a
gallant ship; but now helm and compass are gone, and she is surely drifting to
the terrible shores, from
whose cruel rocks and savage breakers she
shall not escape. There float the spars and cordage of a richly laden bark
-too richly laden-which has
sunk into depths in the very
midst of her course. In this sea, nothing drifts except to the shores of
destruction; and few ships come into port which have not battled long with
angry head winds. Pleasant weather there may be in the voyage of life, but
never weather so pleasant that the hand may leave the helm, or the eye the
compass. Where there is least peril of storm, there may be most peril of being carried away from
the right course by an un-noticed current. Keep, then, the eye upon the
compass, the hand upon the rudder. That is the only sure way of arriving at the
desired haven. To let go the helm and to allow the ship to drift before the
winds and the waves may seem to be the easiest, the most natural, even the most
enjoyable, thing to do, but a voyage which is conducted on the mistaken
principle is sure, sooner or later, to end on the cruel rocks, on the
treacherous sands, or in the devouring sea.
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Do you know you have asked for the
costliest thing
Ever made by the hands above-
A woman's heart and a woman's life.
And a woman's wonderful love?
Do you know you have asked for this
priceless thing
As a child might have asked for a toy-
Demanding what others have died to win
With the reckless dash of a boy?
You have written my lesson of duty out.
Manlike, you've questioned me.
Now stand at the bar of my woman's soul
Until I shall question thee.
You require your mutton to always be fat
Your socks and your shirts to be whole;
I require your heart to be true as steel,
And as pure as heaven your soul.
You require a cook for your mutton and
beef,
I require a far greater thing;
A seamstress you want for your socks and
shirts-
I look for a man and a king.
A king for the beautiful realm called home,
And a man that the Maker, God,
Shall look upon as He did the first,
And say It is very good.
I am young and fair, but the rose will fade
From my soft young cheek one day;
Will you love me then 'mid the falling
leaves
As you did 'mid the blossoms of May?
Is you[r] heart an ocean so strong and brave
I may launch my all on its tide?
For a loving woman finds heaven or hell
On the Hay she becomes a bride.
I require all that is grand and true;
All things that should be-
If you would give me this, I would stake
my life
To be all you demand of me.
If you can't be this, a laundress and cook,
You can have with a little to pay;
But a woman's heart and a woman's life
Are not to be won that way.
HER ANXIETY.
Daughter-Oh, mamma, I do wish I were pretty!
Mother-You needn't, dear; sensible men think very little about beauty.
Daughter-But it isn't sensible men I'm thinking about, mamma; it's Charlie.
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Day Line 1910